Chapter 12 Trying to Grow Greenhouse Vegetables
The courtyard was bustling with activity, and the cheers alerted the other households in the village. People came to Xiao Qi's door with gifts, all hoping to obtain a couplet for the Spring Festival.
"I heard that Scholar Xiao is already a Xiucai (a successful candidate in the county-level imperial examination) at such a young age. If he passes the provincial-level imperial examination next year and becomes a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial-level imperial examination), the Spring Festival couplets hanging on our door will be written by the Juren himself. What auspicious thing that will be!"
"real?"
After getting their Spring Festival couplets, the villagers gathered together and discussed them in hushed tones.
The Xiao family arrived in the village suddenly. Xiao Chenggui and Chen had only been married for a short time, and the villagers didn't know much about them. Now that they heard Xiao Qi was a scholar, everyone was shocked.
With so many people around, and as more and more people bringing gifts, Lin Yuesha could no longer watch her cheap older brother write Spring Festival couplets. She quickly moved the items to the kitchen, piling them up in a corner in an instant.
"You little rascal!"
Looking at all those things, Chen smiled more.
With the New Year fast approaching, the family's money was running low. She had just gotten married and was hesitant about whether to go back and ask her parents for help.
"Mom, let's quickly tidy things up!"
Lin Yuesha smiled and said that if it were summer, the villagers might only be able to bring a few bunches of vegetables they grew at home.
As the Lunar New Year approaches, every household is making preparations to ensure a prosperous year.
Korean paper, small stools made by the villagers, eggs, fish—Lin Yuesha began to sort them. Some people brought her some hand-rolled black noodles, and she even found a piece of cured meat wrapped in oil paper.
"Mother, look!"
The cured pork belly is the best kind of pork belly, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and a beautiful color. Lin Yuesha's mouth was watering.
"It's cured pork!"
Although it's a small square piece, a few slices are enough for each stir-fry. Mrs. Chen was also delighted to see the cured meat, especially since her daughter, Xiaoya, had a fever recently and the family didn't have much good food.
Chen had collected some embroidery patterns and planned to sell them in town to exchange for some meat, but heavy snow blocked the mountain pass, making it difficult to go out.
Now that she has such a large piece of land, she can improve her family's meals.
"Mom, look, there's another bunch of green garlic sprouts over here!"
Most of the gifts brought by the villagers were food, among which a splash of green stood out.
The northern lands are bitterly cold, and almost nothing grows in winter. After Lin Yuesha transmigrated here, she basically ate radishes, cabbage, and potatoes for every meal. Occasionally, she would have a meal with bean sprouts made from soybeans, which was considered a treat.
Seeing the green garlic sprouts at this time was particularly eye-catching, which made Lin Yuesha very happy.
Noodles, cured pork, and green garlic sprouts—stir-fry the cured pork and green garlic sprouts, and the resulting noodle soup is simply delicious.
"Perhaps someone made it in their kitchen."
Chen nodded. The villagers weren't too particular about food, but those who could afford it were willing to put more thought into it.
"Mom, shall we plant some garlic sprouts and scallions too?"
Lin Yuesha estimated that there were no greenhouse vegetables in this era, but the wisdom of the working people is boundless, and they must have other ways to have more food.
Anyway, according to my second cousin Chen Xiaohua, the big restaurants in the county still serve vegetables in winter, but the vegetables are very expensive.
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
Without hesitation, Ms. Chen agreed immediately.
We used to grow them at home, but the green garlic sprouts and scallions never grew properly because the temperature wasn't high enough.
It seems she'll need to take some time to gather more firewood to make the house a little warmer.
Inside the courtyard, the villagers waited until almost noon before slowly leaving, leaving only Xiao Qi, who was tidying up the writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table.
Chen wanted to help, but Lin Yuesha stopped her.
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