I bought 250 jin (125 catties) of fruit, kept 200 jin (100 catties) and dried the rest into fruit, which weighs about 94 jin (42.5 catties). Adding the fruit I made last year, it now weighs about 106 jin (53 catties).
There were 2,400 catties of peaches. After setting aside 200 catties, the rest were also made into dried peaches, which weighed about 550 catties.
There were 1260 jin of jujubes. 60 jin of fresh jujubes were set aside, and the rest were dried into about 400 jin of dried jujubes.
There were 2150 jin of persimmons. I don't like to eat them raw, and the main reason is that there are too many things to avoid when eating persimmons, so I didn't keep them. I made them into dried persimmons, which weighed about 534 jin. Adding last year's harvest, the total is about 612.5 jin.
After finishing processing the fruit in the room, I remembered that there were some large pumpkins in the bedroom that took up a lot of space. So I dried them too, which saves space and can be preserved for a long time, right?
We've organized the existing eggs. There are 8100 cooked salted duck eggs and 1150 goose eggs. The remaining two shelves are for raw eggs, with 100 chicken eggs and 2000 goose eggs. Besides the existing cooked eggs, we'll set aside 600 salted duck eggs and 300 goose eggs. The rest will be sold later. In other words, we need to sell 100 chicken eggs, 7500 salted duck eggs, and 1700 goose eggs. All eggs are clearly labeled.
Over the past year, I've been thinking about it again and decided that, apart from keeping enough food for my family for three to five years and other things that aren't available elsewhere, I should sell everything else.
However, it can't be too conspicuous. For example, I can create a time difference. Like fruits, each type of fruit has its own time to be available. I can wait until the fruits in the market are not yet available or there are no more fruits in the market before I sell them, so I can sell them for a higher price.
As for chicken, duck, and goose eggs, they will be sold this winter at a slightly higher price than usual. As for grains, they will be sold during the three most difficult years. However, even if they are sold, they cannot be sold in large quantities, and they cannot sell items that are not available on the market, such as rice or wheat flour with extremely low yields. No matter how much of these are available, they will cause a sensation as soon as they hit the market. At that time, corn flour cannot be produced in large quantities. The wheat and corn in the space are intended to be ground into the flour that is now available on the market.
After the New Year, I can start practicing martial arts. At that time, I don't plan to plant wheat and corn on the land in the yard. Instead, I will plant sweet potatoes, which are the most common foods on people's tables.
As for the winter when the fields are idle, I'll scatter a few wild vegetable seeds and harvest them later. I don't believe anyone will notice me that way. I'll do it in small batches, selling fifty or sixty pounds each time.
It took me a little over a year to organize the space, and now about one-fifth of it is free. Don't be put off by the small size; it can still hold quite a lot of things.
Last autumn, I tidied up the strawberry seedlings that were climbing everywhere, throwing away the old ones and transplanting the smaller ones into flowerpots in the corner of the wall and placing them in the kitchen. This spring, after the weather warmed up, I transplanted them back to their original spots, and also planted some other seedlings. Gradually, the space began to come alive. The yard now had strawberries, the few blueberry bushes that were already there, three bunches of tomatoes three meters wide and three meters long, ten watermelon vines, ten cantaloupe vines, ten honeydew melon vines, a few pumpkin vines near the front door, and half an acre of crops.
We don't grow our own vegetables. We're just tall enough to fit on the stove. All the vegetables at home are bought by my mom or Aunt Zhou. They know exactly what's in the produce and wouldn't secretly add a little extra.
For the past six months or so, I've started doing what my older siblings used to do: taking a medicinal bath at night and going for a run in the morning.
Also, because my older siblings had grown up and our own little courtyard was no longer big enough for us to play in, my mother took us to a detached house in the Xicheng District, near the suburbs. When we opened the door, we saw that the house was quite large, about the size of our own private space.
The only difference is that the main house has five rooms plus side rooms, and there are three rooms each in the east and west wing rooms. The first room next to the west wing is a storeroom, containing dozens of pieces of wood, a few tables, and some long benches. The second room is the kitchen, with two stoves and a cabinet. The third room is the woodshed, containing a bundle of firewood. The fourth room is the bathroom, and the toilet is near the southwest corner. The empty space in the middle is probably a vegetable garden, with soil that is better than in other parts of the yard. Besides a well, a stone table, and four stone benches, there is nothing else in the yard.
"Mom, where is this?"
"This is where my mother lived when she was a child."
"Master, your house is so big!" Fourth Brother said.
"Is it big? It's alright," Liu Linjuan said, looking at the familiar scene before her, but no one familiar was there anymore. Suppressing the pain in her heart, she replied:
"From now on, you will run here to practice every day. I will be here waiting for you at 5:30 every morning."
"yes"
My brothers and the others were very happy because they felt a bit restricted in their movements at home.
From that day on, we ran from home to the training ground every day. At first, we taught each other our own skills. When we were almost ready, we sparred with each other, regardless of age. As long as you could win, it was fine, but we only fought until we were almost defeated.
Besides teaching us boxing, my mother taught us almost everything else she knew, except for one internal martial arts technique, which she said was only for her own children and not to be passed on to outsiders.
From the time I could speak, my mother began to guide me to read this method word by word. When I could recite it fluently in one breath, she taught me how to use it. After studying for more than half a year, I finally mastered it.
At the beginning of this year, without consciously trying, I could make a comment about my breathing. I unintentionally discovered that no matter whether I was running or walking, every step I took felt like it had been measured with a ruler. When my mother felt that I was almost ready to learn martial arts, she gave me a medicinal bath six months in advance. However, it wasn't as painful as my older siblings' baths. While soaking, I felt a warm feeling inside my body. My mother said that this was the result of practicing internal martial arts techniques, and that I would understand its benefits when I grew up.
Every Sunday, after finishing his boxing practice and before heading home, my older brother would lead us through several rounds of military boxing and grappling techniques.
After the Lunar New Year in 1951, except for the first month of the lunar calendar, I officially began practicing martial arts. It was at this time that I realized how tiring it was to practice martial arts. But seeing that my older siblings had persisted for several years, I refused to give up and gritted my teeth and persevered.
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