Things are different now.
Zhang Laidie didn't expect that his sister would be so successful. Her son-in-law is the leader of a methane plant and can have a say in front of the plant director. Isn't that a golden partner?
Anyone who doesn't post it now is a fool.
Moreover, the other four concubines of the Zhang family married and moved far away, and she, the fifth aunt, was the closest one to them. It was her duty as the nephew-in-law to help Zhang Mingyu.
Zhang Mingyu completely ignored her earnest instructions. He didn't care. It was just work, how simple could it be?
Zhang Mingyu only knew that he had to be given two houses at home, otherwise it would be unfair!
But it was not in his hands yet, and Zhang Mingyu was not stupid enough to argue with his mother. Instead, he kept coaxing her with sweet words, and the mother and son returned home happily.
The Xiang family was completely unaware of their plans.
I had an unpleasant lunch with my fifth aunt, but I consumed a lot of the stir-fried spring bamboo shoots with bacon. I ate up a whole pot of four large bamboo shoots.
Xiang Mianmian saw that she still had a lot of bamboo shoots dug, so she asked Zhang Jidi what to do with them.
Zhang Jidi brought a stool over and peeled the shells: "Peel the skin, cut into slices and boil them in salt water later, then dry them in the sun for a few days. Dried bamboo shoots will also be delicious."
This dish is best enjoyed in winter by cutting a few slices of bacon and slowly simmering it in a small clay stove over charcoal. The milky white soup is especially delicious and soothing.
Xiang Lili and Xiang Mianmian both came over to help.
Several people kept the bamboo shoot shells. After drying them, they were easy to use to start a fire. Honeycomb coal burns slowly at first and needs some combustible materials to ignite it.
Newspapers are also available, but there are too many people in the company who want them, so they are impossible to get.
Zhang Jidi kept peeling the bamboo shoots while he ordered, "Lidang, go outside and see if the clothes on the bamboo poles are dry. If they are, take them back and use them to dry later."
Xiang Lidang immediately went outside to check.
The factory built the tube-shaped building without considering the need for drying clothes, so there is no place to dry clothes at home.
So they would put up bamboo racks in the open space between the two buildings and on the rooftops to dry clothes, and they would even fight for space in places with plenty of sunshine.
The Xiang family's house was allocated after the methane plant was demolished. It is on the first floor, and one has to climb stairs compared to the rooftop. Naturally, it is more convenient to dry clothes in the open space at the door.
The bamboo pole rack is easy to build. Three bamboos are tied at one end with a hemp rope and slightly spread out to support the base. A long bamboo is placed horizontally between the two bases for drying clothes.
There are also lazy people who just tie a hemp rope between the two buildings, saving the trouble of setting up bamboo poles.
If you are worried about it drooping in the middle, use a bamboo pole to prop up the rope vertically and then you can dry it.
Because a hemp rope is too dangerous and is relatively invisible when clothes are not hung out to dry, and people can be injured by bumping into it if you are not careful, most factories use bamboo racks.
The clothes at home were washed in the morning and were almost dry now, so Xiang Lidang took them in and folded them.
Zhang Jidi, his mother and his daughter worked quickly to separate the slightly yellow bamboo shoots from the brown-purple bamboo shoot shells.
On the chopping board, Zhang Jidi skillfully sliced the bamboo shoots. With the movement of the knife, the large pieces of bamboo shoots were turned into long strips of more than ten centimeters long, with uniform thickness.
Xiang Mianmian and the other man started to light the coal stove and put a large pot on it to boil salt water.
There were too many bamboo shoots to cook in one pot, so I divided them into two pots.
Cook the salted bamboo shoots, scoop them out with a basin, and then move them outside to hang on bamboo poles, trying to spread them out to dry. Once they are dry, they can be kept for a year.
Eat them all at the end of the year and enjoy the delicious dried bamboo shoots and bacon soup.
There are many kinds of food to eat in spring, with an endless variety of wild vegetables, and bamboo shoots are not rare.
It’s not like that in winter. Every household basically has radishes, cabbages, and bean sprouts. There are no green leafy vegetables at all. Dried bamboo shoots are a good thing.
"Ah, there are only these few bamboo shoots slices for dozens of kilograms of bamboo shoots?" Xiang Mianmian sighed in frustration, holding her aching shoulders. It was hard for her to carry them all the way back.
Although she was extremely tired, she felt a great sense of accomplishment when she saw the bamboo racks filled with several rows of spoils she had dug up.
Xiang Lili was not surprised at all and said, "That's normal. There are still bamboo shoots. They will shrink a little when boiled in salt water."
When she was young, she often went to dig bamboo shoots and pick fruits during holidays. She was not unfamiliar with dried bamboo shoots, but the three-year famine ended.
Later, I studied chemistry very hard and neglected sleep and food in order to find a job, so I didn't go.
Xiang Mianmian accidentally glanced at the side, her eyes widening: "Wow, Fifth Sister, what are you posting next door?"
Her eyes were filled with fear.
Xiang Lili turned her head in confusion and followed her sister's gaze: "Huh? Where?"
The dried bamboo shoots in her family are a bit long and are hung in strips. There are also strings of strips hanging on the bamboo pole next door. They look smaller than the palm of your hand and are reddish-brown all over.
Xiang Lili walked over, grabbed one, took a closer look, and quickly recognized it: "Nothing, it's just a bamboo rat. Look how scared you are."
Xiang Mianmian was puzzled. She was shocked and said, "How can bamboo rats be made into something?"
Xiang Lili walked back and explained, "Sure, just clean out the internal organs and dry them like chicken or duck. Your fourth brother caught too few and ate the few he brought back right away. Otherwise, if you could catch a few more, we could dry them and eat them later."
The working people were afraid of hunger, so they would taste everything first, and bamboo rats were no exception.
Even if it looks like a mouse and mice are eaten when they are extremely hungry, why would you be afraid of bamboo rats?
"It looks... quite like a bat. I'm a little scared, so I'll go back first."
Looking at the dried bamboo rat, its internal organs were removed, its limbs were stretched out with bamboo strips and it was hung upside down on the bamboo pole. When the wind blew, it looked like rows of bats.
Xiang Mianmian shuddered, rubbed his arms and went home, thinking out of sight, out of mind.
Xiang Lili, who was following behind, whispered, "Coward, you dare to eat but are afraid to watch?"
She didn't know that bats meant a catastrophe in modern times, and she just thought that dried bamboo rats were no different from dried bamboo shoots.
Well, there are still some differences. Dried bamboo rat is meat, although there is very little meat, while dried bamboo shoots are purely plant-based.
At dinner time that night, Zhang Jidi was still worried and brainwashed Xiang Lili again: "If you have any difficulties in the future, let Zhang Mingyu find the leader, don't try to be stubborn on your own."
In the context of an era where it takes three to make a man, it can be regarded as a breath of fresh air.
She not only explained to Xiang Lili, but also to Chen Wei.
Zhang Jidi knew his fifth sister's temperament very well and didn't want his daughter Xiang Lili and son-in-law Chen Wei, who worked in the same factory, to fall into trouble.
They are cousins, yes, but they have only been visiting during the New Year for over a decade. Now they are coming over for a family reunion? It's all about profit!
Xiang Lili hung her head in frustration. "I understand, Mom. I promise not to have any contact with that idiot Zhang Mingyu, okay? We're in two different groups, and we're not even in the same factory. What are you worried about?"
She felt that her mother was too nagging. It was just a cousin, so what was the big deal?
Even if something happens, gas compression operations and gas distribution are two independent buildings, so what else could be involved?
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