Chapter 73 Chinese Cabbage and Green Vegetables
Hearing little Gu's question about his son, Song Lao Er was furious. He turned around and cursed: "Your precious son asked for money again today, saying he wanted to buy books. Is he studying or just living off the money?"
The family needs to buy food and clothes, as well as pots, pans, and utensils. The wife and mother on the kang also need to buy medicine and see a doctor.
The five taels of silver that Mr. Xue gave Song Shuirong when he took her away were used up in the blink of an eye.
In addition, people from Gujia Village came and went several times and needed to buy vegetables and meat to entertain them, so Song Laoer had to sell three acres of land.
The silver hadn't even warmed up yet, but it started to dwindle. He had already paid two taels of silver for Xiaobao's studies, and now he was asked for more.
Song Laoer felt that the past few decades of his life had been lived in vain.
If I continue like this, my ten acres of land will not be able to sustain the economy.
It’s about to snow, and the kang at home can’t even be heated up, so we have to spend money to buy firewood.
Alas! When did my life become so miserable?
On the other side, little Gu heard someone calling her "darling son" and burst into tears: "My darling son! Ah! Ah! In the underworld, you must go to the King of Hell and explain clearly that you were kicked to death by Song Defu, not by your mother..."
When Song Lao Er heard little Gu talking about the dead child again, he felt a cold wind blowing around him and a chill on his back. He cursed her inwardly as a vicious shrew and returned to the main house in shame.
Song Dekui also had a hard time during this period.
Ever since he returned to Xiaoshi Village, not to mention Song Lao Er who stared at him every day to ask about the whereabouts of Daping and the other two, even the villagers would intentionally or unintentionally say to each other: "It's cold, I wonder if those three children are short of food and clothes? Don't freeze to death!"
Song Dekui was also a veteran in the business world, and he could see through the intentions of these gossipy women. Although he tried to get away with it by saying "I don't know", he still felt very tired, fearing that he would accidentally let something slip.
Fortunately, my family didn’t ask.
The wife of the village head processed the acorns according to the method taught by Song Dekui, and was amazed to find that she was able to make acorn tofu without any bitterness.
So she didn't stay at home anymore. Every day she took her daughter-in-law and grandson to pick acorns in the mountains happily.
I also sent the acorn tofu to my eldest son's house in town so that he could have a taste of it.
Song Lizheng smoked tobacco leaves for half the night, and the next day he asked Song Dekui to go back to the town to take care of his business and not to come back to the village unless necessary.
He also asked the wife of the village head to quickly find a wife for Song Dekui and tie him up as soon as possible.
As for the rest, he knew nothing and didn't care.
Anyway, the matter has been reported to the authorities, so they will naturally take care of any problems.
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Suijin Town.
The sky has been gloomy for two days, and the thick clouds seem to be pressing down on our heads.
Song Zhenping hunched his neck and came out of the town center holding two wooden basins.
Although the cold wind forced him to run faster, causing some pain in his injured leg, it was difficult to wipe the joy off his face.
Boss Mu makes three pots of acorn tofu every day, although it is troublesome to peel the acorns, boil them and soak them.
But I could earn twenty-seven coins a day, which is nearly one ounce of silver a month.
As long as I work hard every day, I can save ten taels of silver a year, excluding food and drink. After two or three years, I can find a good doctor to treat my brother.
In Baolinju, Song Liyun squatted under the greenhouse, her eyes shining and her mouth watering as she looked at the small green vegetables that had already grown two large leaves.
She has become a picky eater now. She is not satisfied with just cabbage and radish, and also wants to eat green leafy vegetables.
Oh! People really can't help being spoiled. It's only been two months since I came to the Wu Dynasty, how come I'm already so spoiled.
I remember that during the apocalypse, I was hungry when I was escaping in the chaos, and later I relied on compressed food and energy bars to survive every day.
If we could exchange it for rice or something like that, it would be a festive delicacy. Later on, we often ate convenience foods.
Song Liyun secretly despised herself: Now that I can eat natural food every day, I am still picky.
Oh! Enough talk, let’s think about what to eat for lunch.
The combination of green vegetables and chewy noodles is a perfect match.
Perhaps the only delicious meal Song Liyun had after coming to this world was the bowl of noodle soup she had at the headman's house.
Whenever she thought of the lush green leaves and the yellow egg drops, she felt like a cat was scratching her throat.
Although these seedlings are a little small, if you pick the big ones, you can still eat them.
Please, sacrifice yourself for me!
Song Liyun muttered as she extended her claws toward the delicate, pitiful seedlings, comforting herself: "Song Zhenping said that if seedlings grow too densely and too many, their roots will rot, their leaves will turn yellow, and the seedlings will also be too tall and thin. They must be thinned out."
Yes, I am just thinning out the seedlings and helping them grow healthily.
Song Liyun picked and chose among the weak seedlings, choosing the tallest ones among the short ones.
After selecting the large seedlings from the two greenhouses, they actually filled up a small pot.
Carefully pick a few green onion sprouts and a few tender celery leaves, and a hearty side dish is ready.
Humming a little tune, he happily washed the vegetable leaves with water, and then kneaded the dough to make long and thin noodles.
Song Liyun's noodles had not yet been put into the pot when Song Zhenping came back.
Looking at the washed vegetable leaves on the stove, Song Zhenping was stunned: these vegetable seedlings had just grown up in the middle of winter, and he hadn't even had time to thin them out, so how could they start eating them?
wrong!
Song Zhenping dropped the wooden basin in his hand, rushed over, picked up a leaf of vegetable and looked at it carefully.
His face suddenly became serious. He flipped through a few leaves, turned around and ran to the backyard.
Song Liyun paid no attention to his actions. She simply put the noodles into the boiling water and shouted to the door, "It's time to eat. Remember to wash your hands before you come in. If you bring any more dirt into the house, I'll make you stand there in the corner."
The noodles boiled and rolled in the pot, and soon became translucent. Song Liyun scooped them up with a colander and put them into a bowl.
Eating vegetables in winter requires some sense of ritual.
In addition to vegetables, Song Liyun also prepared other things.
The white noodles are poured with red chili sauce, sprinkled with finely chopped green onions and celery leaves, chopped sauerkraut, and then topped with a golden fried egg pancake and pickled cucumber strips.
Finally, add the green and tender vegetable seedlings that are so tender that you can squeeze out water from them.
The bowl is rich in bright colors and has distinct layers, which will whet your appetite at first sight.
Xiao An ran out from the adjacent room, brushing off the rubber shells on his hands while sniffing, "Smells good, smells good!"
He swallowed hard, turned around and ran to wash his hands.
My second sister said that I was not allowed to eat without washing my hands and changing my clothes.
Heijin ran very fast in his flowery cotton jacket and tried to climb up by grabbing the table.
"Hei Jin, your job is not here."
Song Liyun roared angrily before stopping Hei Jin's actions.
Heijin raised his thick lips and made a weird face at Song Liyun.
Before Song Liyun threw a chopstick at it, it had already dodged it nimbly and squeaked to seek comfort from Xiao An.
After a while, Song Zhenping came back in a daze: all the well-growing seedlings in the shed were gone.
As soon as he saw Song Liyun, he asked, "Xiaoyun, where are the seedlings in the field? Did you pull out all the big ones?"
(End of this chapter)
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