With the previous few people testing Meng Qidi, many people in Lingjia Village also bought racks and built sheds to grow vegetables.
For this purpose, Yi Bo made a special trip around the village and found that only a few families did not have sheds, and their fields were planted with wheat.
"They are the companies that signed the second type of contracts with us." Wang Jinhua was very satisfied that she had not made a mistake in choosing the right people.
Yi Bo was puzzled, "But I still think that these people are stupid. It's the beginning of spring after the Chinese New Year, and it will be the beginning of spring in a month or two. If they plant vegetables now, will they be able to sell them in the future?"
At that time, I guess every household had vegetables, so they were not rare.
Meng Qidi said, "At that time, those vegetables will have to be sold at a low price."
In fact, the premise of the question is, can it be grown? In order to experiment with greenhouse vegetables, she and the old man squatted in Ling Laosi's house for several months to try to grow greenhouse vegetables.
Of course, she was too lazy to care about these things. If the villagers had informed her in advance, she might have given some guidance. Otherwise, she would not have reminded them to send the fruits to the vegetable market to sell.
In the end, the other party asked her why, which made her not want to meddle in other people’s business anymore. Yes, why should she meddle in other people’s business…
Thinking about how all the efforts of that group of people ended up in vain, Yi Bo couldn't help but sigh. They were too greedy and would never be able to swallow an elephant. Xiao Qi had given them many opportunities.
During the last few days of the Chinese New Year, the Ling family was particularly lively. They made tofu, boiled glutinous rice candy, fried peanuts, melon seeds and other nuts, and made New Year cakes...
After Meng Yuzhen's death, Meng Daqiang stayed in the county town and seldom went back to the countryside. In addition, as it was near the end of the year, business in the store was booming and he was very busy.
When he had time to come to Lingjia Village, it was already the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. The Ling family was making New Year's cakes in the yard, and malt sugar was boiling in a pot nearby.
Meng Qidi used bamboo sticks to string together a lot of hawthorns, apples, and large green dates, and used a small stove to make some malt sugar to boil them. She planned to take the opportunity to make candied haws and draw a sugar man at the same time.
The two little guys gathered around excitedly.
Maltose is boiled into a viscous paste. A bunch of hawthorns are coated with a layer of syrup in the pot. When the syrup stops dripping, they are inserted into the target prepared on the side. A string of candied haws is formed...
After the skewers are coated with syrup, there is a little bit of syrup left. Use a spoon to scoop it out and carefully use the syrup to draw the desired shape...
Of course, the last step was not done by her, but by Ling Xiao. She was just watching the fun with her belly bulging.
The candied haws of hawthorn were not edible, but the apples were still edible. While Ling Xiao was busy, she had secretly picked a date. As for the two children who were watching.
Meng Qidi said, "It's just out of the pot. Wait until it cools down before eating. Otherwise, it will easily cause internal heat and sore throat."
Seeing the two little guys looking at her eagerly, she glanced at the things in her hand and discussed the matter.
"This is what my younger brothers and sisters want to eat. Let's let them smell it."
The wife was teasing the two little guys on purpose, and Ling Xiao said unhappily, "Be careful they get angry with you, give each of them a string."
The two men's eyes lit up at their uncle's (brother-in-law's) words. This time, without waiting for Meng Qidi to nod, Ling Cheng tiptoed and ate a string of candied haws each.
Meng Daqiang, who had just walked in, laughed and said, "Xiao Qi is really becoming more and more like a child, always bullying the two of them."
Meng Qidi looked innocent, "Who told them to be stupid?"
Ling Cheng took the candied haws and snorted, "We are not stupid, auntie. My uncle said that pregnancy makes women stupid for three years. We are definitely not as stupid as you."
Ling Xiao...
When he saw his wife looking at him with a smile, his hands trembled. When did he say this?
Meng Qidi raised her eyebrows, "Really? So you all think I'm ugly?"
The little girl thought she had said something wrong and quickly hugged her aunt's thighs, "Ah, no, aunt is the most beautiful fairy."
Meng Qidi glanced at her and pushed her away with disdain, "Just face the wall and think about the past..."
Yi Bole, who was making New Year cakes nearby, was delighted and said, "Where did this girl learn these words?"
Yang Shihua smiled and said, "I guess they learned it from watching TV. They have been staring at the TV at home lately."
"In-laws, please have New Year's Eve dinner with us." Wang Jinhua came out carrying a steamer.
"No, I'll be back in the afternoon. My old lady is still waiting for the New Year. I just wanted to come and see you."
Meng Daqiang went back home after having dinner at Ling's house. He came here purely to give New Year gifts.
In the afternoon, everyone in the Ling family was busy cleaning the house. Many flowers on the hilltop had withered and the sky began to change, becoming a little gray. Afraid of snowing, Meng Qidi pulled a tarpaulin to cover most of the delicate flowers.
Only the bare stems of the roses at the door are left, but there is no need to cover them. The stems have become much thicker, and they will probably bloom more beautifully next year.
The yard is bustling with activity, as everyone prepares for the New Year.
Yang Shihua cast the fishing net downstream of the stream. He seldom went to the back mountain now, but he could always find a place to cast the net in the creek next to the river at the door. Whether he could eat fresh fish during the New Year tomorrow depended on this afternoon's catch.
"Oh, this lotus root is so plump. Ling Xiao, be gentle and don't break it." Yi Bo's voice came from the yard in front. He gave worried instructions on the shore.
"Yes, you threw down the basket and caught a few eels."
Meng Qidi came in with a smile, but instead of going to the front yard, she walked towards Mr. Qiu San who was busy at the stone table.
"Dad, what is this doing?"
Uncle Qiu was cutting red paper without even looking up. "Cut the flower windows and write couplets. Will the lanterns get burnt? In the past, Lao Yi and I did all these during the New Year."
The New Year for two people cannot be without the New Year ceremony, and he didn’t want his wife to feel sad.
"I can learn." Meng Qidi sat down quickly and finally found something she could touch.
"So can I."
"So can I."
The two little guys came over curiously.
The house was warm and Wang Jinhua was very relieved. Suddenly, her face changed and she thought something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" Yang Shihua asked suspiciously when he came back from putting down the fishing net.
"I had boiling water in the pot ready to kill the chicken, but I actually forgot about this!" Wang Jinhua quickly turned around and went into the house.
I was originally planning to kill the New Year pig, but then I thought it would be better to keep it for Xiaoqi to give birth first, so I killed a fat rabbit for Xiaochengzi instead.
Yang Shihua was helpless, "I'll help you."
As the couple entered the house, a voice came from the gate, "Xiao Qi, I'm here."
Wen Xi peeked in at the door, "Did you know I was coming? The door is not locked."
Meng Qidi glanced at her and said, "You think too much. We didn't lock the door during the day. We just kept it closed. Why didn't Jin Yue come?"
"She went home for the New Year. She said she was worried about her mother, so she also returned to the village and came to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the New Year. By the way, Zhao Youwei went to her house to help clean up."
Wen Xi winked at her and came in quickly, glancing at the red paper on the table, "Uncle San is doing this? Writing couplets?"
"Well, you didn't go back to Beijing to celebrate the New Year?" Mr. Qiu San asked a rare question.
"I'm not going back. There are many people in my family. It doesn't matter if I'm one more or one less." Wen Xi sat down directly.
"I'll help too. I've locked the door for you. Everyone is over here. If the door is not locked, there's no need to worry about anyone coming into Qiyuan."
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