Jin Meimei, the niece of the village chief Liu in Taotao Village, was very surprised to see the ginger dug out by Yu Qingqing.
"Yes, Meimei, this is ginger. If you see it somewhere else in the future, you can dig it up and grow it at home.
I discovered it by accident. If you want to plant it, you can come here and dig up a few to plant."
Yu Qingqing has a good impression of Jin Meimei. She is usually very approachable and works very hard.
Jin Meimei nodded vigorously, "Sister Yu, if I need anything later, I'll come to you. Don't worry, I won't be polite to you."
After Jin Meimei finished speaking, she blinked her eyes mischievously. She was only five years older than Yu Qingqing, so there was no generation gap between them when they got along.
Yu Qingqing lowered her head and dug out another relatively large piece of ginger. It was estimated that no one had dug it here before. In addition, the soil was fertile and had sufficient water, so the ginger dug out was also a large piece.
Most of the ginger leaves here have withered, so it is very easy to dig them up.
Yu Qingqing and his companions dug for half an hour, and when they saw that they had almost done enough, they started to walk back.
Yu Qinghai and his team worked quickly and had already killed more than half of the fish. They also cleaned them and sent them home one after another.
Since there are a lot of things, Yu Qingqing plans to dry some of them first and dry the rest tomorrow.
The cleaned fish was chopped into palm-sized pieces, and Yu Qingqing arranged for people to help her marinate the fish.
Yu Qingqing poured a large can of salt directly into the wooden basin containing a large basin of fish pieces, put the chopped dogwood and ginger into the basin, and added a little seasoning such as pepper.
Yu Qingqing: "Everyone, just add the seasoning and stir it evenly. Then we can string the fish fillets together with needle and thread and hang them on a rope outside to dry.
But remember, if you can't thread the fish, there may be a fish bone stuck. Just try threading it in another place.
If you encounter those that are difficult to string together, just lay them flat on bamboo poles and dry them in the sun.
If you have any questions, just ask me. Everyone, please take a moment and start working on it. "
"I know, girl from the Yu family. We know how to do this. It's not difficult at all. Your pickled fish is so delicious." An aunt at the entrance of the village spoke confidently with an accent.
"This is not the time for you to be greedy. Don't delay other people's business." Another aunt said jokingly, and it seemed that she had a good relationship with this aunt.
"Haha! That's right! That's right! If you want to eat it, you can make it yourself when you get back." The young lady next to her also began to agree. It was really beautiful to see everyone working together.
After joking around, the group started to get busy. There were too many people in the kitchen, so they ran outside to do it.
Some people are responsible for marinating the fish, and after it is marinated, they will be put aside. Someone will be responsible for stringing them up, and then take them out to dry after about an hour.
The reason why it is so early is because there are no conditions for storage, so we have to shorten the time.
Yu Qingqing secretly added spiritual spring water to the fish, so the taste of the fish was naturally guaranteed.
The dried tofu that had been made in the kitchen had all been cut up. After Yu Qingqing had them all moved to the warehouse, she secretly put them into the space.
After a while, it was bustling outside.
It turned out that Yu Qingshu and his group had returned, but each of them was even dirtier than before.
Yu Qingqing saw that her father's face was covered in mud and asked in surprise: "Dad, did you fall into the ditch?
Why is your face so dirty too? It’s even dirtier than before. What happened?”
Yu Qingqing's tone was filled with anxiety, and she didn't know what had happened to her father.
Yu Qingshu wiped his face and said, "Qing'er, don't worry. We just helped Master Yuan move the sweet potatoes onto the ox cart, so it's so dirty.
He called over several hundred people, pulled ox carts, and directly moved the sweet potatoes onto the stalks.”
Yu Qingshu was shocked when he thought of the scene just now. If these sweet potatoes could help the soldiers on the front line, he felt that he was doing a great thing.
After knowing the whole story, Yu Qingqing felt both amused and helpless.
Fortunately, nothing bad happened, otherwise she would have had a real headache.
"Then go and rest. You're exhausted today. Remember not to overwork yourself next time. You should rest when you need to. Luckily, I made you some mint water. Otherwise, you'd get a heat stroke sooner or later."
Yu Qingqing was also frightened. The weather was so hot that it was easy to get heatstroke, especially for the elderly.
Yu Qingshu felt full of energy and didn't want to rest. After taking a sip of water, he glanced at the busy people nearby and said, "Qing'er, you really have a lot of fish. Are you planning to make them into jerky? I heard from your brother that you caught a lot of fish."
Sure enough, it smells like fish. Is there anything I can help you with? If Dad is tired, he will naturally go to rest.
Yu Qingshu felt that if he did more, his children would have to do less.
Hearing this, Yu Qingqing took the bowl in her hand and pushed him outside with great effort, "I don't need you here anymore, I already have so many people to help me.
You should go inside and keep your mother and the others company. They've been sewing all day. Let her rest for a while so she doesn't hurt her eyes."
Yu Qingshu was quickly pushed out of the kitchen by Yu Qingqing. He expressed helplessness, shook his head and walked away.
Back in the kitchen, Yu Qingqing brought out the processed prawns and prepared to blanch them in water.
"Meimei, please help me pour the shrimp directly into the pot. I want to blanch it first." Yu Qingqing glanced at the shrimp behind her and motioned Jin Meimei to help her pour it into the pot.
Jin Meimei clapped her hands, stood up, picked up a bucket beside her, and poured the processed prawns directly into the pot.
Soon the kitchen was filled with the aroma of prawns, making everyone nearby drool. Most people in the village only saw meat a few times a year, so today was a feast for their eyes.
This time, there were only prawns caught by Yu Qingqing and her friends. Out of eight buckets of prawns, only three and a half buckets were left after cleaning and processing, which was a full half less.
Because they were freshwater shrimp, she also added some salt when cooking them.
After the prawns are cooked, just take them out and dry them in the sun.
At this time, little Yu Qingji had already returned from the teacher, but this time he was followed by a group of boys.
"It smells so good. Yu Qingji, what delicious food did you make at home?"
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