The happy little days of the Ye family

Some bamboo fungi were picked in Zhulin Mountain yesterday, but the number picked today was obviously less than yesterday.

A few people only picked about ten kilograms of bamboo fungus in one morning.

After picking bamboo fungus, Ye Qingqing and others started picking other mushrooms in the afternoon.

Bamboo Forest Mountain is not all bamboo forest. There is also a third of the mountain where other trees grow.

There are not many mushrooms in Zhulin Mountain, but half of the mushrooms collected are gallinopsis.

Ye Qingqing, who discovered another nest of gallinobacteria, was grinning from ear to ear. "With so many gallinobacteria, I can boil them into gallinaceous oil when I go home, which will be enough to eat for a long time."

After picking the chicken fungus, Ye Qingqing, who had just stood up, saw a few fat fungus in the dead wood beside him.

Ye Qingqing happily picked off all the fungus that grew out, and then dragged the wood to the foot of the mountain.

There are already a dozen dead trees with fungus growing in the fungus shed at home, and the fungus that has grown out during this period has weighed several kilograms.

When Ye's father came to Zhulin Mountain humming a little tune, Ye Qingqing and others were gathering around to pick fungi.

Father Ye asked in a good mood: "Are we using so many gallinobacteria to make gallinopsis oil?"

Old Mrs. Ye turned around when she heard the sound, saw Father Ye's smiling face, and thought that this spicy duck product should be selling well.

Ye Qingqing said cheerfully: "Wouldn't it be a waste if we didn't make chicken fir fungus into chicken fir fungus? Chicken fir fungus is not only delicious, but also durable."

"When the chicken fir oil is ready, Dad, you can take some to the dock to sell. There are so many merchants on the dock, and it will take many days to take a boat back to transport the goods. This chicken fir oil can be eaten on the way."

Father Ye patted his thigh and said cheerfully: "This is a good idea. Qingqing's little head is very clever, just like me."

Mother Ye rolled her eyes and complained in her heart: "It's not my fault that you were able to give birth by yourself."

Ye Qingqing was thinking about the spicy duck made by his father, and looked at his father and asked: "Dad, how are the sales of the spicy duck today? It's so delicious, the business must be good, right?"

Father Ye looked at Ye Qingqing with dignity, "Your dad's spicy duck business must be very good. They were all robbed as soon as they were put on display."

When Mr. Ye saw that Father Ye was starting to drift off again, he said: "You have been selling braised pork and braised pork rice on the pier for a while. Is there anyone on the pier who follows suit and imitates our braised pork business?"

Speaking of this, the smile on Father Ye's face disappeared instantly, "There are no braised pork sellers, but the pancake seller next to me hasn't come to set up a stall on the pier for several days. I always feel an ominous premonition."

Father Ye originally didn't notice that the uncle didn't come over to sell pancakes, but a policeman who often came to his stall to buy braised pork rice told him that he had seen the uncle buying pigs for the past two days.

The good stalls are not open and he goes to buy pigs every day. Father Ye feels that this uncle is going to cause trouble.

Although there are more spicy duck products on the stall, if there is another stall selling braised pork on the pier, Father Ye's braised pork stall, the business will definitely be affected.

However, Father Ye didn’t want his family to worry about things that hadn’t happened yet, so he said with a smile:

"I have been setting up a stall on the pier for a while, and I have accumulated a lot of regular customers. Even if there are people trying to steal my business, I am not afraid."

Early the next morning, Mr. Ye took a dozen villagers to pick bamboo shoots in Zhulin Mountain, leaving the small back mountain to Tang Yilin and Tang Erlin.

The Tang brothers have been doing odd jobs for the Ye family for a long time. They used to dig bamboo shoots and pick mushrooms in Xiaohoushan. Mr. Ye doesn't have to worry about them because they are familiar with the business.

After breakfast, Mrs. Ye took Ye Qingqing and Ye Mu to the backyard to pick dates.

Without the help of Ye Donglin and Ye Xilin this time, the three of them could only use the open bamboo pole to break off the branches full of dates, and then slowly pick them.

Although some jujube branches will be damaged in this way, these branches will grow back next spring.

The broken twigs piled up into a hill, and the three of them picked the red dates on the branches one by one.

The red jujubes fell into the basket one after another. Finally, the basket could no longer fit, so the dates were placed directly on the large reed mat.

After picking the dates, Mother Ye saw that it was already a little late, so she quickly got up and went to the kitchen to make lunch.

For lunch, Ye Mu plans to make a stuffed rice with bacon and beans, which is simple and delicious.

Cut the bacon into thin slices and add it to the pot with the rice. After the rice is boiled, spread the beans in the rice, then simmer until the rice is cooked. A simple and delicious bacon and beans smothered in rice is ready.

After lunch, Ye Qingqing and the others started cleaning the dates again.

Old Mrs. Ye first cleaned the pool in the backyard, then filled half of the pool with water, and then poured the dates into the pool to clean them.

The washed dates are poured onto a huge mat woven with reeds to dry. If the weather is good, the dates will be ready in the sun for three or four days.

Grandma and grandson had just dried the dates in the backyard when Grandma Ye and her second cousin came over.

Grandma Ye and her second cousin each held a small basket. The basket in Grandma Ye's hand was filled with red date hair cakes, while the basket in her second cousin's hand was filled with brown sugar steamed buns.

Grandma Ye said with a smile: "The two jujube trees in the backyard of our house had a great harvest, and they produced nearly 900 kilograms of jujubes."

"These red dates are the leftovers from last year. When I saw new dates coming down, I made the old ones into red date hair cakes and red date steamed buns. My mother-in-law, please try them."

Mrs. Ye picked up a piece of red date hair cake and said with a smile: "My mother-in-law's craftsmanship is still as good as ever. This red date hair cake is soft and sweet, no worse than the pastries in the dim sum shop."

Ye Qingqing took a piece of red date cake and took her second cousin aside to whisper.

Ye Mu picked up a red date steamed bun and ate it, and said cheerfully: "The two date trees in the backyard also had a great harvest. I picked about 800 kilograms of dates in the backyard in the morning and just washed them and dried them."

Grandma Ye added: "In addition to the jujubes grown in the backyard, the jujube trees planted on the slopes at home have also begun to bear fruit this year. However, the slopes are not fertile enough, so the jujubes are smaller than those planted in the backyard."

The Ye family bought a small back hill to grow honeysuckle and jujube trees. Grandpa Ye and his second uncle felt that planting jujube trees and honeysuckle was more cost-effective than farming land.

Grandpa Ye specially bought ten acres of sloping land, half of which was planted with honeysuckle and the other half with jujube trees. Five acres of land is a lot of jujubes.

Grandma Ye heard from Ye Mu, "The dates on Xiaohou Mountain have also started to bear fruit this year. What are you going to do with these dates? Are you going to find merchants to collect them like honeysuckle? Or are you going to sell them on the dock yourself?"

Ye Mu: "The village chief asked the merchants before, and the merchants were only willing to pay sixteen cents per catty. The price is too low, and we plan to sell it ourselves."

"Isn't Fengsheng selling braised pork on the dock every day? By the way, we can sell the dates together. Besides, Xilin won't go to school at the end of the year, so he can go to the market to sell dates at the end of the year."

Grandma Ye now has an idea, "Your family and the village chief's family mainly want to sell dates in the county and on the dock. Then I will sell the five acres of dates in the town."

"Five acres of land is not a lot of dates. The town should be able to eat them."