Song Yuehua got up, washed, and had breakfast. Just as she had cleaned up the dishes, Grandma Mu came to visit with a large basket of round eggplants.
"This eggplant must be a new variety. It's growing really well." Song Yuehua said.
“I didn’t grow it myself.”
Grandma Mu smiled and said, "I bought the dumplings from a vendor from another place. He brought back two big bags and asked me to send some to you to try. If you like them, I have a lot more."
"Then thanks to you," Song Yuehua took the basket and took it to the kitchen, then took out a large bag of dried vegetables from the cabinet.
Song Yuehua came out carrying a basket of pickled plums.
"I heard from Tangyuan that grandma's dried vegetables are good. I made this myself, but I always feel that the taste is not right. You can take it back and taste it to see what is wrong. You can also correct it for me."
Grandma Mu scolded, "You want to eat dried vegetables, I'll give them to you, why do you want me to taste them?"
"Don't be reluctant," Song Yuehua said with a smile, "I have so many vegetables in my field. If I cook them well, I can make some set meals for Zhou Xiaohu to make some money."
Thinking about it, Grandma Mu didn't refuse and told her the details of making pickled mustard greens.
"To dry preserved vegetables, you have to choose a sunny day..."
Song Yuehua made a pot of tea and listened attentively.
At this time, someone knocked on the gate.
Song Yuehua went over to open the door, and the person who came in was Feng Cuihua.
"Xiao Cui, how come you are free today?" Song Yuehua turned sideways and let someone in.
Feng Cuihua was carrying a large basket on her back. When she put it down, a large pile of mushrooms poured out.
"The bamboo weaving has sold out these days. There is no stock for the time being, so I went to the mountains to pick some mushrooms and took them to the market to sell. It's a good opportunity to send some to my boss as well."
Song Yuehua stopped her and said, "Since you are going to sell it for money, why give it to me?"
"Boss..." Xiao Cui raised her head, her cheeks red from the sun, "Boss, please don't look down on me."
Song Yuehua, "..."
"Don't say such shabby words," Song Yuehua said, "What do you mean by disgust? I just feel sorry for you because it's not easy to get some mushrooms."
Xiao Cui then laughed, "Don't worry, Boss. I found a ravine with lots of mushrooms. It won't be hard to find them."
Hearing this, Grandma Mu asked, "Girl Cui, you didn't go into the No Return Mountain, did you?"
"I just walked around outside and didn't go in." Xiao Cui stood up and said.
Grandma Mu glanced at Song Yuehua, and the two of them definitely didn't believe it.
The villagers are not fools. If there really is such a good place, it would not be the turn of a person like you from another village.
Song Yuehua said, "It's almost the season for bamboo shoots. Zhou Xiaohu wants to collect bamboo shoots. You can dig some and send them to You's house. If there are any extra, dry them into dried bamboo shoots. Dried bamboo shoots are in great demand in winter."
Grandma Mu also said, "It's also good to make pickled bamboo shoots."
"Sour bamboo shoots are fine," Song Yuehua nodded and looked at Xiao Cui, "Grandma Jin makes excellent pickled vegetables. Go ask her for advice."
Feng Cuihua was a little embarrassed, "Boss, please don't help me all the time."
"I'm not helping you," Song Yuehua said, "I'm providing you with information. If you want to do it, do it. If you don't want to do it, I'll find someone else."
Grandma Mu also said, "Girl Cui, being strong is a good thing, but there is no need to resist the kindness of the villagers."
"I just..." Xiao Cui also felt awkward, so she picked up the teacup and drank the water in one gulp.
It was time for Grandma Mu to go back to work. She turned her wheelchair, said goodbye to Song Yuehua, and was about to go back.
"Grandma, let me take you home." Xiao Cui carried the empty basket on her back.
Grandma Mu waved her hand and said, "No need, this way here is flat, I can get here by myself, are you worried that I can't get back?"
Xiao Cui muttered, "Grandma, you are quite strong-willed."
"How can I do the same as you?" Grandma Mu said stubbornly.
Song Yuehua smiled and pushed Grandma Mu out of the door.
After watching Grandma Mu leave, Song Yuehua asked Xiao Cui, "If you don't dig bamboo shoots, I'll go find someone else."
"Dig." Xiao Cui said.
She wasn't angry, she just didn't want to be too dependent on others. Since there was a better way, it would be stupid to be stubborn.
Suddenly thinking about what happened in the village in the past few days, Song Yuehua became worried.
The bamboo forest isn't a very nice place these days.
"Do you know about the affair between Huang Dayong and Li Guanggun?" Song Yuehua asked.
Xiao Cui nodded, "I know a little."
It is better to explain this kind of thing clearly, so Song Yuehua told her about Huang Dayong's incident.
"If you want to dig bamboo shoots, you can ask a few girls from the village to go with you. You can collect the bamboo shoots they dig and make them into dried or pickled ones."
"Zhou Xiaohu and Zhang Dandan, they can sell them. You know Zhu Wenyan, so ask him to ask Hua Dongjia of Fu Man Lou for you. He can also help you sell a lot of goods."
Feng Cuihua hummed in embarrassment, "Boss, you're just about to grab my hand and teach me how to do it."
"Then you must remember my words of kindness," Song Yuehua said with a smile, "When the pickled bamboo shoots have tasted good, remember to send me some."
After hearing this, Feng Cuihua smiled and said, "Don't worry, Boss. I will send you a big jar when the time comes."
"Then I'll be waiting."
After Xiao Cui went back, Song Yuehua picked some eggplants and mushrooms to share with Madam Xia, and also took some to send to the compound.
In the kitchen, Wu Xinlian and Zuo Chunniang were busy.
Song Yuehua put the food on the stove and said, "I got some fresh eggplants and mushrooms. Let's stir-fry them and have everyone taste them at noon."
There weren't many things, and the host wanted everyone in the compound to have a taste.
Wu Xinlian carried the basket and said, "There aren't enough eggplants. I'll go to the garden and pick some more to make up for it."
After everyone left, Song Yuehua also prepared to go to the pig farm.
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