Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

Yang Qingdai, who believed that she could not communicate with a group of straight men, did not want Yang Ziling to be infected by them, so she pushed him to wash up and rest early.

When I came back this evening, I was exhausted and had been busy with everyone until now, so I looked tired.

Yang Qingdai was extremely distressed.

Even though Yang Ziling wanted to be alone with his sister for a while, she was cruelly sent to wash up and rest.

The gay men were also very considerate and made plans to meet again tomorrow, and then they all left.

The next morning, Yang Ziling lit a fire, washed rice and cooked porridge, and put some buns and sweet potatoes on the rack to steam, then went out for a run.

When he passed by Uncle Ma's door, he stopped and knocked. When he heard some noise inside, he spoke up to tell his master and his mistress that he was back.

He went to the cowshed again to report his safety to the two old people.

Only then did he feel at ease to practice a lap of obstacle running around Qingshan. When he returned home, Yang Qingdai and Tang Danni had both washed up and were cooking and frying eggs in the kitchen.

"Sister, Sister Danny, I'm back."

Yang Ziling was sweating profusely, his breathing was very steady. He approached Yang Qingdai and grinned at her.

She stretched out her index finger and poked his forehead in amusement, "It's too hot here, go to the yard and sweat it off. If you have nothing to do, pick the crabapples."

The crabapple tree in the yard is full of ripe fruits, bright red and very pleasing to the eye.

Crabapples are much smaller than apples and taste sour and sweet. Whenever I have a greasy meal, eating a few of them is especially helpful to relieve the greasiness.

"Okay~"

Yang Ziling wiped his sister's sweaty hand and ran to the yard with a smile.

Tang Danni carried the dishes and moved sideways to Yang Qingdai's side. "Sister Qingdai, have you noticed that after returning from the northwest, little brother Ziling has learned to smile. He looks a lot brighter."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Ziling has always loved to laugh and is a cheerful boy. How can he be as gloomy as you say?"

Yang Qingdai didn't believe her lies. The child smiled cutely in front of her.

Tang Danni wanted to swear, how could Brother Ziling love to laugh?

Thinking back to the time when she went to Tang City for support, Ziling's face was so dark that even the captain felt inferior to him. He was gloomy and didn't say a word.

He just practices martial arts and studies every day, and doesn't even do a single word in front of them.

"That was just in front of you."

Tang Danni went out angrily with the dishes and fried eggs. The Chen brothers came in and brought porridge, buns and sweet potatoes.

It is now the slack season for farmers, but they are even busier every day.

When going up the mountain to chop firewood and dig up as much Chinese herbs as possible, and even when seeing ripe wild chestnuts, they would not miss them all and would pick them all down as food for the winter.

Young educated youth Xiao Yang said that fried chestnuts were delicious and they also wanted to try it.

After trying the preserved fruits made by the educated youth Xiao Yang, they started to bring back all the ripe wild fruits.

Now that the weather is dry and the sun is shining, bring more back so they can have a snack during the winter.

They had already made plans. Starting today, they would take Yang Ziling to the depths of the green mountains to hunt some pheasants and dig out rabbit nests. They would then go to the river to catch fish and make them all into dried meat.

With the pickled cabbage, radishes and beans made by Comrade Xiao Yang and her friends, we don’t have to worry about food and drink for the entire winter.

Chen Yu, who had a very beautiful imagination, listened to Yang Qingdai's words before taking Yang Ziling out. He opened a jar of pickled cabbage and took one out to make sauerkraut bones. His face turned green.

"Tang Zhiqing, why is this jar of pickled cabbage growing hair?"

Chen Yu pointed at the jar of cabbage next to Tang Danni and said indignantly, "Shame on you for wasting food like this!"

Tang Danni was confused by the sudden accusation. When she saw that her tank was covered with white hair and black and white spots, she was completely dumbfounded.

"Why is this happening?" Tang Danni was about to cry.

This was the first time in her life that she had pickled sauerkraut, and she planned to show it off to her brother when he came to celebrate the New Year with her.

Unconvinced, Tang Danni casually opened the tank next to Chen Yu and found that it was fine, no problem.

Chen Yu also picked up one and asked Yang Ziling to pass it to Yang Qingdai.

Tang Danni wanted to cry but had no tears. Why did this happen?

Zhang Daqiang was kind enough to help her out, "It's probably not sealed well, or there's not enough salt. When this happens with pickled cabbage in my hometown, we always skim off the top layer, wash the cabbage and continue eating."

Yang Qingdai, who had heard Yang Ziling say that Tang Danni's cabbage had grown white hairs, broke out in a cold sweat when she heard Zhang Daqiang's words.

"That's not necessary. If it gets moldy, it will produce toxins, and people will get sick if they eat it. It's better to get rid of it quickly. Well, Tang Zhiqing, Sister Danni, we really don't need your jar of pickled cabbage."

It's better to waste a jar of cabbage than to waste her medicine.

It would be funny if everyone was knocked down.

The Chen brothers stood on Yang Qingdai's side. "There are still five jars left, enough for this winter. We will help you deal with your jar, don't think of causing trouble for us."

Chen Yu covered the jar of cabbage with a lid. When he came back at noon, he borrowed a flatbed truck from Uncle Ma and took the jar to the pig farm in the village.

"Would you like to check the other cylinders as well? If there are any problems, we can deal with them together then."

Zhang Daqiang kindly reminded them again, but was met with angry glares from everyone: This person is so annoying, he actually hopes that the things they pickled will grow mold and mildew.

Feeling disgusted in his heart, he honestly opened the lids of the other tanks with his hands. They were all good, except for the one owned by Tang Danni.

Now, Tang Danni was even more upset.

Thinking of the pile of cabbage and beans in the cellar, she was eager to try.

Yang Qingdai stopped her in time, "Don't eat too much pickled food. What we pickled is enough for us to survive the winter. Let's come back next year and try to pickle a jar of pickled cabbage successfully."

Just kidding, I pickled two jars of beans, radishes, and cabbages, thinking that I could send some to the team leader, Secretary Yang, and others. Now that I have wasted a jar of cabbage, it is not impossible to send beans and radishes.

Pickled foods contain a lot of nitrite, so it is not advisable to eat too much.

Since Yang Qingdai said so, Tang Danni had to give up the idea of ​​pickling another jar of cabbage.

All the men went out to the mountains.

Yang Qingdai and Tang Danni were left. They washed the wild fruits and bought fruits they had caught two days ago, removed the cores and stems, sliced ​​the large fruits, and marinated them with white sugar and an appropriate amount of salt.

Place it on a bamboo steaming mat, steam it in the pot for twenty to thirty minutes, then take it outside to the yard to air dry naturally.

In order to prevent mosquitoes and flies, they also lit mosquito coils and Chinese herbal incense around and above the preserved fruits.

"Sister Qingdai, we still have so many sweet potatoes in the cellar, let's get some dried sweet potatoes."

Tang Danni came up with one idea after another. "Make some delicious food so that we can have a good winter. Sister Xuan and the others said that the winter here is very long and cold, and there is heavy snow. It sounds novel."

Her eyes twinkled brightly, "We can finally see real heavy snow this year."

They were born and raised in the south. Even Yang Qingdai, who had seen the snow-covered ice sculptures in Harbin, Heilongjiang Province in her previous life, was looking forward to the first winter snow in 76.