"acid."
As Xiao Zhang's wife spoke, she slurped her saliva: "But it's so sour and delicious, I can't help it. By the way, I also want to eat fried rice noodles. Can you make me a bowl now? Not too much, just two eggs, a sausage, and a handful of vegetables... Let me eat it first."
"Oh, and there's braised goose. Buy me one tomorrow - roast duck will do too. I'm so hungry!"
"This is too appetizing. I can't eat it, or my teeth will get sour tomorrow."
She spit out a peach pit with unclear words, then touched another green peach and ate it, and finally Han Hanhu's comment:
"This sweet and sour taste is delicious, and this salty and sour taste is also delicious. You should buy both next time..."
However, when she looked up, she saw Xiao Zhang still standing there numbly. She was stunned: "Why don't you go cook?"
Brother Zhang shuddered: "No!"
He quickly went back to the bathroom: "Let me take a shower and do it for you right away!"
When Xiao Zhang finished his five-minute shower, he saw his wife sucking on a peach in her mouth, and she turned on her phone:
"I have to tell the moms in the group about this. These days, several of them said they couldn't eat anything. Sour plums, hot and sour noodles... are useless. We can't miss this good thing. By the way, how much did you just say per pound? Send me the link to the mini program and I'll forward it."
Brother Zhang: …
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Song Tan didn't know that he was about to open up to a large customer base with considerable purchasing power.
At this moment, she was walking back from the vegetable field carrying a large basket filled with long, thin cowpeas of varying shades of color, thickness and length.
Behind her, Song Youde and Wang Lifen were still picking vegetables in the garden - there was nothing they could do.
The cowpeas that had been planted in the entire field were now ripe. The yield of this thing was really huge, the vines climbed quickly and grew a lot, and they were the best at absorbing spiritual energy in the entire field. Now they were densely packed and hanging down, just like a Pansi Cave, and they were growing endlessly.
The vegetable vendor Lao Zhao came to check with a flashlight in the early morning. He was reluctant to leave and wanted to hold on to the unbearable bamboo racks underneath.
However, Song Tan doesn't particularly like this thing when it's fried directly.
There’s nothing special about it. When there was nothing to eat in the summer, this was what we ate for every meal.
Not only her, Lao Zhao also said that many people are not willing to buy ordinary cowpeas.
She herself understood this very well, so she only gave Lao Zhao 500 kilograms, and then went home with the basket.
She has other plans for these cowpeas!
The yard is bustling with activity, and everyone is busy every day - it's not that they are reluctant to hire people, but it's simply because the yard is too small, and if more people squeeze in, there will be no place to stand.
If I want to hire more people on a large scale, I have to wait until the new house is built. There is also a large yard outside the house to prepare for the work.
The green peaches on the mountain are still being harvested, and it will probably be over in a week, but the online pre-sale orders have already sold more than 900 kilograms.
However, Qingtao Qiaoqiao is now very familiar with the job. She has a fixed amount of work every day, and the work is simple and not tiring, so her seventh cousin no longer interferes.
Picking watermelons is Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun’s favorite thing to do - because the watermelons from Song Tan’s family are grown so perfectly, they have not found a single unripe one so far.
They are undoubtedly the experts in picking melons of the year, which has greatly boosted the hearts of the two passionate young people.
Now, when the seventh cousin saw Song Tan bringing back so many cowpeas, he took a look and said, "Not bad, let's stir-fry some shredded pork for lunch."
Qiao Qiao stopped scrubbing and looked up to order food: "I want to eat cowpea rice, okay?"
"Sure! I like it too."
Uncle Seven moved a stool and sat down to start picking: "Wait for me to pick the old ones, and stir-fry them until they are soft and mushy for you at noon. They will definitely be very fragrant when stir-fried."
As he picked, he muttered, "There are quite a few old ones."
Song Tan thought for a moment and said, "How about asking two people to hurry up and pick them? Pick one crop every two days. This thing grows too fast."
Song Youde and Wang Lifen, who had just returned with baskets, were unhappy: "Picking cowpeas is such a simple job, why hire someone? There's no room in the yard. Your grandmother and I can do it."
It's not only simple, but also fast. There's really no need to hire anyone.
My God, when he was building the old house, he never thought that there would be so many people working in the yard.
Aunt Lianhua had just finished rubbing a basin of green peaches and came over to take a look and smiled: "Who are you inviting
“Picking cowpeas is so easy, my mom can do it here!”
The mother-in-law sitting in the wheelchair also nodded: "Simple, it's not worth hiring someone."
Song Tan: … It’s simple, but seeing how the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were being exploited by her, she felt a little embarrassed even if her salary was increased.
But looking at their eager eyes, Song Tan had to give in: "Why don't we give this job to mother-in-law? After this batch of cowpeas is processed, I will give her a red envelope of 1,000 yuan, okay?"
Okay! Why not
Although the cowpea harvesting cycle takes several months, it does not require any physical work. Her mother-in-law only needs to sit in a wheelchair and pick and choose - and she can get another 1,000 for this. Isn't this a free gift
What's more, I usually take away a lot of things when I help out!
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law happily agreed.
The yield of these cowpeas is so large that if they were all sold out at once, they could be sold from morning to night, but Song Tan felt it was unnecessary.
You know, in winter when there are few vegetables, dried cowpeas can do a lot. I had already figured out how to deal with them when I planted them.
So, Aunt Lianhua helped Qiao Qiao pick the green peaches, while her mother-in-law sat in a wheelchair and sorted out the cowpeas in the basket one by one.
The tender green, slender, plump and heavy cowpeas are placed aside, the tender green but not thin enough ones are also placed aside, and the light-colored, old cowpeas that feel foamy to the touch are also picked aside.
Break this old cowpea into small pieces and fry them in a hot pan. The cowpea rice inside will come out. It is soft and fragrant, and comes with soup, which is especially fresh and fragrant.
By the time he had picked out a basket, the water had been boiled. He picked out a handful of tender cowpeas, washed them briefly, put them into the pot and blanch them. After three minutes, he took them out, rinsed them twice with cold water, and hung them on several long ropes that had just been pulled in the yard.
The forecast says that it won't rain for the next week, but with the sun shining brightly now, there's little hope for rain. It's a good time to dry the cowpeas.
Of course, with so many cowpeas, not all of them need to be dried. Of course, some of them need to be made into sour cowpeas.
If you want the sour cowpea to taste better, you have to pickle peppers. But it takes a while to pickle the peppers, and my seventh cousin wants to make it perfect, so he has to wait another half a month.
Therefore, this can only be done later.