Chapter 691 The Passing of Time 56
Zhou Xiuhua didn't care what her son-in-law planned, and quickly took out the things she had saved up, "These are mushrooms that I picked myself and dried."
There's also pickled cabbage; give her a small jar first, since we really don't have any larger jars at home.
And this is a sausage I made. It just needs to be steamed and it tastes pretty good.
And this jar of pickled eggs, carry them all up the truck.
To be honest, she was a little worried that her son-in-law would dislike the food she made, but Qiu Juncheng didn't mind at all, and even carried it to the car quickly. "Mom, you've helped me a lot. Yan Yan has been craving sour food these days. She even wants to dip her rice in vinegar. She'll definitely love your pickled cabbage. I'll come back for more when we run out. Can you pickle some more?"
During the Lunar New Year holiday, he can bring his wife back again. That should be fine, right?
"Oh, okay, okay, I've pickled a whole vat of them. Don't worry, it'll definitely be enough for you." Zhou Xiuhua packed her things even more cheerfully. This son-in-law was really good; he was very down-to-earth.
"Mom, I really like those pickled mustard tubers, could you make me some too?"
Northerners can't eat porridge without pickled vegetables; he just loves that.
Unfortunately, Aunt Wang wasn't good at pickling vegetables.
"Yes, yes, yes, we have some at home, and we can eat them. We have radishes and mustard greens."
"That's great! I want the radish one too!"
Zhou Xiuhua then busied herself getting tools to pack pickled vegetables for her son-in-law.
Qiu Juncheng also took a look at his mother-in-law's pickled vegetables. As soon as he opened the door to the side room, good heavens, there were jars and pots all over the floor. "Mom, what are all these things? Why are there so many?"
"Pickled garlic, pickled chili peppers, ground chili sauce, pickled cucumbers, pickled green beans..."
Blah blah blah, a whole bunch of stuff, these are what we'll be eating with our meals this spring.
"Mom, can I have some of this chili sauce too? I also want some pickled green beans, and some pickled cucumbers..."
He loved the homemade chili sauce, but unfortunately, he hadn't had it for years.
"Oh my goodness, I didn't dare mention it before because I was afraid you'd find it offensive. Wait here, I'll clear out another jar and bring you some of these."
While saying this, he was already thinking that he would have to buy some more small jars next time, so that he could pickle two batches of vegetables at once.
When Qiu Juncheng arrived, his car was full of all sorts of things, and when he left, it was still full of all sorts of things.
Ning Yan woke up when she heard a noise as she entered the house in the middle of the night.
Seeing that her husband hadn't come upstairs for a long time, she put on her clothes and went downstairs, only to find him busy moving things.
"You went to buy supplies?"
"Haha, what am I buying? These are all things my mother pickles; I brought them back."
"You went to Xu County in person?"
"Otherwise what? Can I trust someone else with this?"
Qiu Juncheng said a few words and then went back to the car to move things. In the end, he didn't take the remaining half of the deer meat, the offal and the deer head, and gave them all to the Yue family. The rest were the meatiest parts.
"Alright, you're done moving everything. You should go upstairs now, but don't get cold."
Ning Yan looked at Qiu Juncheng pitifully, "Sir."
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"I saw there was pickled cabbage in that jar, and I want to eat dumplings with pickled pork filling. I'm so hungry."
"Okay, okay, let's wrap it up then. Wait a minute, I'm going to wash my hands."
Qiu Juncheng took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. He went to wash his hands and knead the dough. Ning Yan was not idle either. She was really hungry and took the initiative to wash the sauerkraut.
They bought a lot of pork during the day, and the two of them worked together to make dumplings quickly.
Qiu Juncheng filled a large bowl and a small bowl, eating the small bowl himself and giving the large bowl to his wife.
"Eat it, see if it's good?"
Ning Yan swapped the two bowls.
"Aren't you hungry? You're just going to eat these?"
"That's enough, I'm too full from eating too much tonight."
Qiu Juncheng chuckled, "So you're going to let me eat until I'm stuffed?"
Ning Yan: "I didn't force you to eat it all."
Nine dumplings in a bowl was just right for her. The only pity was that the pickled cabbage wasn't sour enough. It would be just right if she dipped it in a little vinegar. "It smells so good. Make it for me again tomorrow. I want to eat it."
Qiu Juncheng nodded: "Okay, I'll make it as long as you want to eat it."
His wife was pregnant and going through a lot, and all she wanted was for him to cook a meal, so of course he agreed.
Hmm, these dumplings have just the right amount of sourness. Madam even wants to dip them in vinegar. Sure enough, pregnancy isn't a comfortable thing. She doesn't usually crave sour flavors, but her tastes have changed since she got pregnant.
The couple finished their late-night snack and went back to their room to sleep.
Qiu Juncheng used to sleep very casually, but now he is very careful, and when he holds her, he is afraid that her stomach will be uncomfortable.
"Why don't you just sleep in your own room? Aren't you tired of this?"
Qiu Juncheng can't sleep without saying a word or holding someone, okay?
It's become a habit, and it's impossible to break it in just a day or two.
He doesn't want to make things difficult for himself.
"Go to sleep, this is a good way to sleep."
It was just the right amount of comfort to hug him from behind, and I could even touch his belly with my hands. In an instant, I felt at ease.
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Xu County.
After Qiu Juncheng left, the elderly couple opened the cloth bag and began counting the silver dollars. The dollars were loose and spilled onto the kang (a heated brick bed), making a rustling sound.
"I feel so much."
Ningxia Sheng picked up the silver dollars, counted ten, stacked them in a pile, and then the couple stacked the silver dollars like that to see who could stack them the highest. They did this for quite a while.
"Count it, how much is this exactly? It looks like there are some whole numbers and some odd numbers."
Ningxia Sheng also noticed that there were a total of 783 silver dollars here. He remembered what his son-in-law had said before he left: "Our family may not have much else, but we really don't lack this kind of thing."
"Now I can rest assured, our daughter should be doing well."
"How did you figure that out? Just—" Zhou Xiuhua pointed to the scattered silver dollars on the kang (heated brick bed), "These?"
"Yes, that's all. My son-in-law said he doesn't need money. I wouldn't feel as at ease as I do now even if he gave me a thousand yuan."
Because he would count the thousand dollars first, but 783 was different. He was very casual, just grabbing a bag and stuffing it in, filling it up as much as he wanted. So he was the one who really didn't lack money.
"You think about so much all the time, but I haven't seen so many things."
Alright, go wash up and go to bed, and put the money away quickly too.
"Why bother? I'll go shopping tomorrow and buy you a nice coat."
"Didn't our daughter buy it today?"
"Isn't that a cotton-padded jacket? We also need to buy an overcoat, something thicker."
"I have a coat, and I have yours too."
"Okay, that saves money. I'll go buy more grain."
"Still buying? The stuff in the basement is enough to feed us for two or three years."
"That's hardly enough! There's only two or three thousand catties of grain down there, and the two of us eat about two thousand catties a year. Haven't you noticed there are more and more beggars in the county? I heard there's a severe drought in the south..."
In short, the central idea is that grain prices will continue to rise, so if you have spare money, buy more grain, otherwise you're afraid you won't be able to spend your money later.
Zhou Xiuhua remained silent. She had seen before the crowds queuing outside rice shops to buy grain; sometimes, even with money, it was impossible to buy food.
"Today, my son-in-law also brought back a lot of rice and grain."
"Yes, he probably thinks we're too stingy to buy good grain. I'll go to the countryside to buy grain tomorrow."
It's hard to buy grain at rice shops, but it's different in the countryside. As long as you're willing to pay, someone will always sell it to you.
"Okay, go ahead."
"Oh, by the way, stew some venison for me for lunch. It's a gift from our daughter, so I have to have a good taste."
In fact, they usually can't even afford to buy pork.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it for you, alright..."
The couple's voices weren't loud, but they lasted for a very long time...
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