The next day, Zhou Yian finally didn't have to go to work and wanted to give up, but was woken up early in the morning by Song Songbai.
"It's time to eat."
"I don't eat breakfast."
"It's lunch time. Look at the time." Song Songbai was a little helpless.
I felt sorry for her in the morning and didn't want to call her, so I went to the mountains to chop wood and hunt.
Unexpectedly, when I came back, he was still sleeping.
Zhou Yian opened his eyes a little and looked at the watch on his hand. It seemed to be past eleven o'clock.
Wrong.
"I'm coming. I'm up." Zhou Yian responded to him.
It’s so nice not to have to work!
Just start swinging.
After finishing his lunch in a daze, Zhou Yian woke up completely.
"What to do in the afternoon? Let's go to the mountains." It's so much fun in the mountains.
"good."
After two or three days of active mountain life.
The jars that Mr. Ge had brought had just arrived. The cabbages Zhou Yian and Song Songbai had dug had been sitting there for two days.
You have to think about how to pickle it. Zhou Yian really doesn't know how to do it. Although Song Songbai is omnipotent, he is not omnipotent to this extent.
Suddenly, Aunt Zhang came to her house and told her, "We are showing a movie in the drying yard tonight, remember to go early and watch it."
"There's a movie tonight. Our team is so nice."
"Yes, Village Chief Ge is very capable. He handles everything well."
"Auntie, it's a good thing you're here. How should we better handle our cabbages? Could you teach me how to pickle them?" Zhou Yian asked.
When asked about pickles, Aunt Zhang was delighted. "You've asked the right person. My pickles are the best in the surrounding area. Come, come, I'll teach you."
It was indeed delicious. The small jar of pickles that Aunt Zhang gave them last time was almost finished by the two of them.
In fact, pickling is also very simple. First, remove the rotten and yellow parts of the cabbage and deal with the roots. Then you can put it in the jar.
Because Zhou Yian and the others planted them relatively late, they were not very big and did not need any special treatment. They could just be stuffed in and filled tightly.
But Zhou Yian estimated that the cabbage was enough for two people, so he didn't change it.
Place a layer of cabbage and a layer of salt. Pay attention to the placement and compaction, otherwise not much can be placed in a jar.
After placing the last layer of cabbage, find a large stone to press it down and add water to cover the cabbage.
This is the sauerkraut used for slaughtering pigs.
Zhou Yian drooled at the thought of the delicious pig-killing dishes.
"When will our village slaughter pigs?" Rural pigs are still delicious. Nowadays, pigs eat pure natural pig grass and sweet potatoes, not feed. They are delicious.
Whether it's braised pork or stir-fried pork, they're both delicious. She hasn't tried the authentic pig-killing dish yet and really wants to.
"That's still early. Pigs won't be slaughtered until the twelfth lunar month." Aunt Zhang said with a smile.
"The village chief has left three big fat pigs. The meat will be distributed according to work points. I don't think you two will get much meat, but each of you will get a bowl of pig-killing dishes."
Basically, it's all based on work points. Zhou Yian sighed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do. "I'll see if there's any extra meat by then. I can spend some money to buy it. After all, buying it in the village is definitely better than in the county. You don't need meat coupons."
"Don't worry, there will be more of three big fat pigs. Even if you buy it, it's not good meat. It's all lean meat and offal."
She doesn't mind, lean meat is fine too.
"By the way, Auntie, do you have a lot of radishes at home? If so, please leave some for us." Zhou Yian asked.
"I bought two jars for pickling vegetables, and I have another one for pickling some radishes."
"Yes, these are what we planted in our private plots," Aunt Zhang said. "You and Zhiqing Song can come and get some."
Aunt Zhang took two large sacks of radishes. Although she didn't want to be paid, Zhou Yian forced them on her. At two cents per pound, the two sacks weighed almost a hundred pounds, so Zhou Yian stuffed two dollars into her pocket.
Aunt Zhang still felt embarrassed.
"Auntie, I'll just take one or two carrots without being polite to you, but I don't have the nerve to do that with these two sacks."
Zhou Yian stuffed the money into Aunt Zhang's pocket and said, "At worst, Aunt Zhang, you can pickle some radishes for me. The pickles you gave me last time were really delicious."
Zhou Yian and Aunt Zhang walked back to the educated youth's yard arm in arm. "Haha, Zhou Zhiqing, you really have good taste."
"Haha, no, no." Zhou Yian and Aunt Zhang were chatting enthusiastically.
Song Songbai was carrying two sacks of radishes by himself. It was Aunt Zhang's youngest son who couldn't bear to see him and helped carry one bag.
"My mother still likes Zhou Zhiqing very much." Aunt Zhang's youngest son Ge Tian tried to interrupt.
"Um."
"......" Ge Tian was silent for a moment and stopped talking. He felt that there was nothing to talk about with Song Zhiqing.
When we arrived at the educated youth's yard, we first processed the heads and tails of the radishes, then washed them clean without peeling them, and put them directly into the jar to pickle, following the same process.
Nowadays, most radishes are green radishes. They are delicious when pickled, stir-fried or made into buns.
There were still some leftover cabbages and radishes in the cellar, along with the food distributed a few days ago, so it wasn't full, but at least it was no longer empty.
The cabbage and radish jars are placed in the kitchen.
For dinner, Zhou Yian wanted to invite her old sister Aunt Zhang to have dinner at home, but Aunt Zhang was worried about the whole family at home, and she was also embarrassed to eat Zhou Yian and the others' food.
I have to go back anyway.
Song Songbai cooked in the evening. Ever since he noticed that Zhou Yian preferred rice, he basically cooked rice. The two of them could both happily drink a bowl of rice soup.
Zhou Yian peeled hazelnuts and urged him, "Hurry up, we have a movie tonight, and I haven't seen an open-air movie yet."
Song Songbai didn't care about Zhou Yian's domineering look and quickly made braised rabbit meat and stir-fried cabbage.
"I'm done eating. I'll go find Aunt Zhang and reserve a seat first." Zhou Yian put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and left.
What a heartless person.
"Shall I go with you first? We can clean up when we come back." Song Songbai asked.
"No need, clean up first. I'll be annoyed by seeing the dishes when I come back." She has been with Song Songbai all the time these past two days, and she is getting bored easily. She also wants to be alone for a while.
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