Rebirth of farming for a living

Li Zhong traveled frequently, and letters from the two of them were naturally passed along frequently.

Jiang Zhe had been quite restrained when writing letters before, and he carefully considered every word and sentence he chose.

However, the two of them corresponded for a long time, and he was unknowingly influenced by Li Qiuyan.

The words were written more and more, and the stationery paper was used more and more.

The two happily exchanged letters back and forth.

They kept telling each other everything that happened.

It didn’t take long for the letters to accumulate in a thick pile.

Li Qiuyan stores all the letters in a small box. He will feel sweet when he glances at them every night before falling asleep.

Jiang Zhe was even more so. He often raised the corners of his mouth when he read the letter. If he saw something happy, he would even laugh out loud occasionally.

Fortunately, he was used to living in poverty, so he didn't like that Mo Bai was always by his side.

If not, Mo Bai would probably be shocked.

In this way, although the two of them haven't seen each other for a long time.

But they knew everything about what happened to each other.

They seem to be a little closer than when they were always by each other's side.

After all, although the two of them were engaged, they really didn't say so many disgusting words when they were together.

Of course, Li Qiuyan didn't write letters to Jiang Zhe every day.

She is also busy with many things at home.

As time passed, Li Qiuyan ate several meals of fried pork with chili pepper and scrambled eggs with chili pepper.

Some of the peppers have begun to turn red one after another.

Seeing the red pepper, can Li Qiuyan still control it?

She pestered Yang to make doubanjiang for her.

Yang's first reaction was to stare, how could he be so mean at this time?

Doenjang is usually produced in April. At this time, the doenjang at home is almost ready to eat.

It’s so hot, what should I do if the sauce breaks?

Yang didn't want to ruin his own brand.

Yang’s craftsmanship is really good, and everyone praises the miso he makes.

Since the noodle shop opened at home uses her miso, Yang has become more careful about serving the miso.

But it was precisely because of this that Li Qiuyan came to pester Yang.

Li Qiuyan didn't know whether the bean paste was made in summer.

But she knew that in her previous life, a lot of sauce was made in summer.

Of course, not miso.

Usually it’s bean paste.

Li Qiuyan’s name is Douzhi over there.

This bean paste is made by boiling the beans until they become moldy.

Finally, I added some things and dried them for a period of time in the dog days of summer.

After drying, you can use it directly to make steamed buns, or you can stir-fry it with chopped green onion and chili pepper and use it to mix with noodles. The taste is very fragrant.

Coincidentally, Li Qiuyan had also seen how it was done.

You should be able to try it out.

"Milk, if it's bad, it's mine, if it's good, it's yours, okay?"

Li Qiuyan blinked his eyes.

If we don’t dry them now, and there will be no peppers in April next year, won’t it still be the same as not drying them?

You never use dried chili peppers to make bean paste, right?

Li Qiuyan thought he could give it a try.

Yang couldn't stand Li Qiuyan's pestering, so she finally agreed.

However, when it came time to measure the beans, Yang's eyes widened again.

I promised you to make sauce, but I didn’t make so much, right?

Li Qiuyan was a very generous kid and bought five big bags of soybeans.

Fortunately, Xiangyan is a martial arts practitioner and has great energy.

Without saying a word, they were all carried to the yard.

Five big bags, in total, it’s five hundred kilograms.

Even Mrs. Zhao was shocked and advised in a soft voice: "Let's try a little less first..."

Do less?

Li Qiuyan was afraid that it wouldn't be enough if it was ready.

But it’s still early to calculate. If you try it successfully, you won’t delay using it this year.

After Li Qiuyan's bargaining, the five big bags turned into two pitiful small baskets.

With Mrs. Zhao helping to look after Goudan'er, Mrs. Yang is actually pretty good at it.

Based on the method of "listening to what others say" described by Li Qiuyan.

Yang quickly cooked the beans, covered them with a wet cloth and placed them in the corner of the room.

When the beans are covered with mold, Yang's sauce is served.

Although this sauce needs to be dried.

But you can't stir it when the sun is strong during the day. You can only stir it in the morning and evening when the heat is not so strong.

Also cover the pot with a thin cotton cloth.

One is to provide shade, and the other is to avoid bugs falling in.

Yang's service every day is very meticulous.

But she was very doubtful, could it really be eaten like this?

It's just a matter of effort, but it's not okay to waste food.

Seeing that his mother was worried, Li Xiangnan was happy: "If it breaks, use it to soak dung."

Retting dung, retting dung, knowing retting dung every day.

Mrs. Yang rolled her eyes at her son. She didn't say anything unlucky, and she didn't mind burying him.

Besides, there is so much salt in it, can it be used for retting manure?

Stop turning the ground into saline soil!

Li Xiangnan touched his nose and did not dare to say anything.

On the other hand, Li Qiuyan remained silent and looked particularly confident.

It's not that she's really confident, but the worst that can happen is just throwing in a few pounds of beans and peppers!

It’s not like I really made [-] pounds!