Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 18 18. Cleaning up wild vegetables

  After lunch, Song Tan was planning to dig wild vegetables with a basket in hand.

  The sky is still gloomy, and the temperature is more than ten degrees. It is really not warm without the sun. On this day, every family is warming up at home, and few people go out.

Ulan glanced at the big basket she was carrying, and felt sorry for her daughter's hard work during this time: "You don't have to go digging wild vegetables so early, and go in the evening, so as not to be stale tomorrow. What's more, there are not many in this weather, and it is quick to pack up." very."

  Song Tan thought of the dense greenery by the pond on the sloping land, and thought that if there was no aura, then there was really no need to be so active.

   But at this moment she brought Qiao Qiao: "It's okay, Mom, you can make dumplings first, I think today's shepherd's purse is very fresh."

  Seeing that her daughter insisted on going, Ulan didn't stop her anymore, she just muttered, "They're all the same shepherd's purse, what's the difference between yesterday and today..."

  She was sitting by the stove, planning to choose the shepherd's purse she dug in the morning, but when she took it, she felt something was wrong—

   "Why does this look so good?"

  …

  Jojo is really a good helper. A basket of vegetables is exchanged for an episode of Peppa. After a while, he came back with a large basket full of shepherd's purses.

  Green and oily, fresh and tender, no matter how delicious it is, no matter how exaggerated it is.

  Song Sancheng was helping to pick vegetables, but he was taken aback when he took the basket: "Didn't you say there were not many yesterday? It's raining so fast?"

   This is a big basket, and the shepherd's purse is a small plant, densely stacked together, and the basket is piled high and trembling, as if a few will fall if you are not careful.

  Jojo didn't understand these things, but was very proud: "There are many, many—"

  He thought to himself: Although my sister is not very good at farming, it doesn't matter, Qiao Qiao can dig vegetables now!

  Jojo raised her!

   Immediately filled with pride, Peppa Pig couldn't care less, and went out again with two empty baskets.

  At home, Song Sancheng poured out the shepherd's purse and weighed it: "Oh, it weighs more than ten catties!"

  Ulan was also very surprised, but: "It just rained, and this dish is dripping with water, and there is some mud on it. It probably weighs only ten catties."

   That’s a lot.

   This basket is ten catties, and it is bought and sold without money. Based on the price of ten yuan per catty, it is one hundred yuan.

  …

   It took a full three hours to dig wild vegetables. When Song Tan came back, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.

  Coincidentally, just after I came back, it was raining again.

  The family of four can't take care of making dumplings anymore, so hurry up and pack wild vegetables!

  The wild vegetables produced by the aura are green and crunchy just by looking at them, and they are full of appetite. Song Tan doesn't believe that no one will cheer for ten yuan a catty, so the nature of a profiteer sprouts:

   "Mom, pick and choose a little bit, rinse with mud, don't remove all the roots, and just take a few straw bales. One bale weighs two ounces a catty, so as not to lose weight tomorrow."

  Ulan was just preparing to pick out all the clean ones, and thought it would take a long time.

   Didn't expect Song Tan to say that, she couldn't help wondering: "Then you can only eat seven or eight taels of this catty? Can you still sell it for ten yuan?"

  Then why not?

  Song Tan opened the mobile app, and the vegetables delivered in the local urban area cost 14.8 pounds of lettuce!

   "Wild vegetables! Fresh wild vegetables with some soil and water, ten yuan is cheap, okay?"

   "You forgot the Chinese toon that bloomed in spring last year. It weighed five or sixty-one catties! They were all sold as taels."

  That's true.

  Ulan thought for a while: "Okay, I don't have much capital anyway, so you can sell it. Don't panic if you can't sell it all. I'll take it back and dry it in the freezer. You can still eat it during the New Year."

  The family of four has its own division of labor.

  Song Sancheng was in charge of cleaning up the mud, Ulan was in charge of picking, Song Tan was in charge of weighing, and Qiao Qiao was in charge of tying each pile neatly with long grass.

   This pile of wild vegetables will not be cleaned up until it is completely dark. Weigh again—

   Whoo!

  Malan head, purslane, shepherd's purse, watercress, wild onion, a total of 80 small handfuls, which weighs a hundred catties!

  Song Sancheng immediately changed his mind: "Why don't you charter a car tomorrow, although 200 yuan for a round trip is expensive, but they will pick you up at the door. Otherwise, there are so many dishes, where can I take the car?"

   It means that the cost has risen all of a sudden.

  Song Tan made a decisive decision: "Bao!"

   "By the way, Dad, I'll bring Jojo with me tomorrow."

  Song Sancheng objected subconsciously: "What are you doing with Qiaoqiao? You are doing business, and he will make a fuss..."

  However, before the words finished, Qiao Qiao protested loudly: "Qiao Qiao is going to sell vegetables!"

   "Jojo don't make trouble!"

   "Jojo is going out!"

  Ulan thought for a while, then sighed: "It's fine, take it with you, and let him see the unfamiliar environment. Otherwise, he won't even have anyone to play with in the village every day."

   Occasionally go to the city to take him, and have to accept the scrutiny of others... Ulan is feeling sad.

  Song Tan pretended not to hear the pain inside.

  She tried it that night when she had aura, Qiao Qiao he... He was not fully developed in the womb, even if she succeeded in cultivation, there was still nothing she could do.

   All I can say is, make sure he stays fit and less sick. Lots of exercise along the way—what happened to the IQ of a six-year-old? Are six-year-olds less sensible?

  So at this moment, she happily patted Qiao Qiao: "Good boy, Qiao Qiao! I knew you were the smartest! Be sure to help me tomorrow."

  Jojo complied proudly, very loudly.

  The family tossed and tossed for a long time, and finally felt hungry at this moment, but the waist was sore and the back ached when they were picking vegetables. Chef Ulan sighed perfunctorily:

   "Okay, it just happened that the dumplings were made in the afternoon and I haven't had time to put them in the refrigerator, so let's eat this."

   It just so happened that Song Tan also wanted to taste the taste of today's shepherd's purse: "Mom, cook more."

  Ulan originally planned to cook the same as in the morning. When Song Tan said this, she muttered that the whole family could eat too much, and at the same time cooked an extra bowl.

  However, when the dumplings came out of the pan, everyone's eyes widened as soon as they took the first bite.

  Jojo thumped and began to kick his legs: "It's delicious! It's delicious, mom!"

   While talking, he grinned his teeth from being burned, but even so he was not willing to spit it out, still holding the bowl firmly:

   "The most delicious food in the world!"

  Song Sancheng gulped down half a bowl and then let out a satisfied sigh: "Exactly, why are these dumplings so delicious today?"

  Song Tan wept with joy: It's been so many days since I came back, and I finally had a normal meal without impurities today, my God, she can also show off three bowls!

  Only Ulan was eating while thinking—

   This afternoon, the stuffing of the dumplings is the same as usual!

   Could it be that shepherd's purse has become so delicious after a spring rain?

  After eating in twos and threes in a hurry, she put down the bowl, picked a handful from the bundled wild vegetables, and then went into the kitchen to tidy up again. When she came out with the plate again, the dumplings had been eaten clean.

  Only Song Sancheng looked at her flatteringly: "I'm not full either...how about we eat more?"

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  (end of this chapter)