Professor Song said he would work hard, and for the rest of the day he didn't leave the house except for eating. His students did the same. Even Tian Ye didn't dare to go to class when he saw this.
In fact, the few words they revealed were about something very complicated, such as fish meal, fermented fallen leaves, Tianhui green juice, fermented chili extract, etc.
They all sound familiar, but when put together, it's obvious that he can't handle it.
The honest child kept silent and had to work.
The Houttuynia cordata by the pond was almost picked. He looked at the few pine leaves in the kitchen that could be used as firewood, and thought about the fallen leaves that several teachers had discussed, so he simply took a rake and a sack and went up the mountain.
Master Qian on the mountain was also working hard at this time.
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He transported the 500 kilograms of beans he had harvested down the mountain on a tricycle.
He wants to make watermelon jam with these beans. Due to personal habits, the way he covers the beans is different from that of his seventh cousin.
But the same thing is that after the white Aspergillus oryzae is fermented, it also needs to be exposed to the sun.
But no one knew what had happened to Old Xu from the construction team on the mountain. He set up his temporary kitchen on such a large flat piece of land.
Although it is a bit remote, it is not affected by the dust from the construction site, and it is clean to cook and eat.
But now, right next to this kitchen, an excavator is digging a big hole, and someone is preparing the cushion layer and laying concrete...
As a result, there was always dust and sand, so Master Qian had to move the place where he made the sauce down the mountain.
Look, the beans that had been fermented and dried for half a day were packed into sacks and transported down by a tricycle.
After he moved here, he didn't start working right away. He took some time to say to Song Tan:
"Boss Song, the helper you hired is very hardworking. I think you can talk to him and keep him working here... He is really hardworking."
He was talking about Zhai Xiaofeng.
Master Qian observed for a while and found that although she was dressed very elegantly, wearing gold and silver jewelry and a big skirt, she was very efficient and quick when doing her work.
In comparison, she is a hundred times better than the previous Zhai Xiao'e!
When she first came, Song Tan and Master Qian told her that her job was to cook for the workers in the mountains. She did odd jobs and also washed vegetables, cleaned pots and cooked dishes.
But Master Qian deliberately said that now he had to dry the sauce and cover the beans, which meant that his workload had increased a lot.
Although there is no hard labor, even if there is, it is not Xiaofeng's turn. But picking beans is tedious and delicate, and it also requires some strength... To be honest, the weather is so hot, it is still a bit hard.
But Zhai Xiaofeng did not have any complaints at all, instead he worked very hard!
Her idea was simple: there were so many people here, and her ex-husband, that coward, didn't dare to come, so she might as well behave herself and make more money!
When the child goes to college, if she can stay and work in Song Tan's family... then what else is there to worry about
The children can work it out on their own!
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Master Qian may not be able to fully understand all these complexities, but in terms of vision, he is much better than my seventh cousin.
Song Tan also had a good impression of Zhai Xiaofeng. At this moment, he glanced at Zhai Xiaofeng, who was wearing a straw hat and pouring the beans out of the sack, and nodded silently.
Zhai Xiaofeng didn't notice it.
She twisted the beans to check the dryness and wetness, then asked, "Boss Song, let's ship the watermelons here today. That way we can make the sauce early tomorrow morning without any delay, and they can be dried all day long."
"I saw the weather forecast, and it says there won't be any rain for half a month, so it's a good time to dry the sauce!"
Master Qian nodded: "Okay. Thank you for your hard work." He turned around and gave Song Tan a wink.
Song Tan also nodded: "Okay, I just happened to order a few large jars for drying sauce, let's ask them to transport them over."
After all, there are 500 kilograms of dry beans on the mountain, and more than 1,000 kilograms of beans and watermelon jam are used up at the foot of the mountain. Without a few large vats, there is no place to store the beans.
Nowadays, watermelon jam alone requires thousands of kilograms of watermelon... This is a big business.
Song Tan asked the person selling melon seedlings, and he was able to send a truck and the melons over in a matter of minutes.
Fortunately, she had a little conscience and bought a seedless watermelon. Although the price was quite ordinary, it was good for making sauce...
There's nothing wrong with ordinary beans and ordinary watermelon.
Now is the season when watermelons are in abundance, and also the season when they are least valuable. These huge piles of watermelons don’t even need to be transported to the house!
You just need to find a shady place outside the yard to pile them up, cover them with a sun-proof shade cloth, and you can use them directly tomorrow morning.
However, the fermented soybeans they made are not ready yet because the process is a little different from here...
But there's no rush.
My seventh cousin is so absorbed in making those winter melon candies that he can't take care of it for the time being.
Here, there are basins of winter melon strips soaked in water, covered with plastic wrap, placed in the corner of the kitchen. The air conditioner is blowing, and in the hot summer, the basins are cool to the touch, just like a refrigerator.
In this way, the quality of this batch of winter melon candy should be better!
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Early in the morning, Zhang Yanping was woken up again. He was standing by the stove to boil water, holding half a leftover scallion roll in his hand with a dazed look on his face.
He had to keep adding firewood to the hot stove in front of him, but he couldn't complain because Wang Xiaoshun and his seventh cousin were watching over three large pots, blanching and cooking the soaked winter melon strips one by one and then taking them out...
Everybody is working, there is nothing in the online store, and he he he... he has no way to say anything!
But the blanched winter melon strips are really pretty! They are white with a hint of green, hazy and translucent, with a natural poetic feel, and are scooped into a simple stainless steel basin...
It makes one's mouth water at the first sight and one can't help but imagine how delicious it is.
However, after the blanched winter melon strips were cooled in the air-conditioned room, I watched my seventh cousin pouring layer upon layer of sugar into them, and all the poetic feelings turned into a stinging pain in my teeth.
Sweet, really sweet! You don’t even need to eat it to know how sweet it is!
If there was a live broadcast at this time, I'm afraid the words "lethal dose" would fill the screen.
When the layers of winter melon strips and sugar were laid out, covered with plastic wrap and pushed back into the corner, Zhang Yanping sighed:
“It’s so difficult!”
Isn't it just a winter melon candy? It's been three or four days and it's still not ready. This process is too troublesome.
"That's right." Uncle Seven also muttered, "With Tan Tan's personality, we wouldn't be able to grow crops well in our time! He's always quick to make decisions."
"What does she know? She only thinks about eating! This leader opens his mouth and the people below run around... What should I do? After all, I am just an employee!"
As the working old man spoke, he couldn't help but ponder:
"I haven't eaten bitter melon for a long time. I ate too much chili and I got a sore throat... Let's make bitter melon stuffed with meat for lunch."
Zhang Yanping: ... You see, there are not many people in the family who like bitter melon, but it happens that you, a worker, are in charge of this.
Now he is guarding the stove and has no say, and is obviously an even more pitiful farmhand.
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