Take a quick look.
"No, it's only a few months now. It won't be until April or May of next year. We can't eat dried vegetables for half a year. We still need to keep some fresh vegetables. Pick out the good ones and put them in the cellar. It's cool there. As for the small, weak ones, we can just dry them."
Cucumbers, persimmons, eggplants, green beans, peppers, and string beans are the most common vegetables in rural areas. A lot of them are planted, but about half of them only grow leaves and do not bear fruit. However, the ones that do bear fruit are very fruitful, and a lot of them can be picked.
However, the space is no secret at home now. It's just the two of them, so they only need something to keep it a secret. They don't really rely on this thing.
After pulling up all the seedlings and leaving the relatively safe task of picking beans to the little ones, and then putting away the trellises, the middle of the garden was suddenly empty.
Radishes and cabbages are available, but not in large quantities.
There's also some carrots, cilantro, and spinach. It's not much, but it's enough to make a side dish.
Once these are done, it's time to get started. There are still a few rows of potatoes and sweet potatoes left, and everyone can participate in those.
After quickly pulling up the still-green vines, Cheng Rui took a pitchfork and turned over the soil. The little radish head followed behind Cheng An, digging for potatoes and sweet potatoes, throwing them directly into the basket next to them. They were quite excited about what they were doing.
Jian Dan had no intention of oppressing child laborers. She ordered them to separate the potatoes by size, while she went along the wall to pick the melons. They weren't ripe yet, and the gourds were still a bit tender, but it was better than the wall freezing. She didn't miss a single one.
Then there were the sunflowers in that circle, all of which were cut off and laid out in the yard to dry. Once dried, they would become winter snacks.
When I came back from get off work, the whole garden had been leveled, but it was filled with piles of various things. At first glance, it looked quite spectacular.
A pile of cabbage and radishes, a pile of potatoes and sweet potatoes, a pile of squash and gourds, and needless to say, green beans and eggplants, just put them directly into the big basket.
The small watermelons were piled up in a small heap, and in the furrows next to them were sweet stalks that had already been cut, their leaves brushed off, and cleaned up.
The walls around the perimeter were covered with various seedlings, which could be dried and used as fuel.
Even more spectacular was the group of little mud figures leaning under the eaves; clearly, they were too exhausted to play anymore.
Qin Qinghuai suppressed a laugh.
"Xiao Heng, where is Third Aunt?"
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