The money earned cannot be distributed immediately; it must be saved for unforeseen circumstances.
After picking a few bunches of vegetables, Ye Wenxue took Dazhuang back to the valley.
These past few days, Shuangshuang and the other three have been exceptionally well-behaved. Knowing that Ye Wenxue and Dazhuang are busy, they haven't said anything about wanting to go out of the valley to play. Instead, they've stayed home quietly, watering the plants and feeding the pigs.
Feeling guilty, Ye Wenxue specially caught a fresh fish, planning to make a grilled fish dish.
The fish was scaled, gutted, and cleaned by the lake. After returning home, it was marinated with salt, ginger, and scallions for half an hour, and then pan-fried in hot oil to set its shape.
Then take out the dried chili peppers I had stored, add ginger and garlic to stir-fry as a base, add the chopped radish, cabbage, yam and taro, spread them out evenly, add water and the fish...
Sanyuan and Siwang had already crept to the kitchen doorway when the aroma of fried fish wafted out, their mouths watering at the smell.
They had eaten stewed fish more than once, but none of it had ever tasted this good.
Ye Wenxue placed the dishes on the table, glanced at them, and said, "Come on, help your mother taste if it's salty enough."
Sanyuan picked up a piece of fish dipped in chili oil, blew on it to cool it down, and took a big bite. His eyes lit up immediately: "Delicious!"
As dusk approached, Ye Wenxue and her family sat at the dinner table, eating with sweat pouring down their faces.
Ye Wenxue was worried that the children wouldn't be able to handle it, so she didn't use much chili, but the hot and spicy flavor lingered on their tongues, making it irresistible.
Knowing that the charcoal business wouldn't be too good in the next few days, Ye Wenxue and Dazhuang didn't go to the bamboo house to listen to the bald man's sighs. Instead, they focused on growing vegetables and stockpiling supplies for the winter.
The family had eaten quite a bit of cured meat, so Ye Wenxue caught more than a dozen large fish and started smoking them.
Every time she needed salt, she would secretly admire her foresight in taking all the seasonings from the bandit camp's kitchen.
Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye. The nighttime temperature is getting lower and lower, and the kang (a heated brick bed) has been lit.
One night, Ye Wenxue was huddled in a corner with her pillow, watching the children play, when she suddenly felt that it was too quiet outside.
She opened the window and looked out. In the boundless darkness, a thin layer of white was spread near the ground.
Looking up again, large snowflakes, like willow catkins, fell with the trembling cold wind.
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