Bianshanhan [farming]

The bushes were still green, but the river was getting colder and colder. Li Qingwen and the others had been in the water for many days, and the feeling became more and more obvious.

The leaves blown from the north are yellowish and soft, and there are more and more small animals in the grass busy collecting food for the winter, signaling the arrival of the harvest season.

The sacks brought by Li Qingwen and Jiang Cong were already full, and they were piled high outside the beach. When Lao Sun and the others rode their horses, they were stunned when they saw one hill after another of clam shells.

The new post station was basically built, and both firewood and food were ready. Ma Yongjiang and the other exiles in the camp came back in rotation to prepare for the autumn harvest.

After they came back, they heard that Jiang Cong and Li Qingwen had been out for a few days, so they went out to look for them. When they got to the place, they were chased back by Jiang Liping before they got off their horses.

They use fur and linen to resist the cold. When it is cold, they will suffer a lot if they take off their clothes and go into the water. Usually, they go down once, and when they come back, they have to roast by the fire for half a day.

Li Qingfeng and Li Qingyong had cramps several times in the water. Although they only choked on a few sips of water, they were quite dangerous. They were stopped by Jiang Cong from going down the river. While waiting for the car to arrive, only he and Jiang Liping went to touch the mussels. , Li Qingwen and the three of them were digging clam shells on the shore.

Seeing that Jiang Cong and Jiang Liping were swimming farther and farther, Li Qingwen didn't let them go down. They were all soaked in a bad shape, so don't get sick, and let these mussels rest and recuperate, and come back next year.

Everyone sat cross-legged by the fire, scrubbing their bodies and scrubbing pearls with salt.

When digging pearls, each person had a bowl. Now Jiang Liping has two bowls, and Li Qingfeng has two bowls. They are full. Li Qingyong has one bowl, and Jiang Cong has none...

In the past few days, except for the particularly beautiful one, he only harvested some small ones in bits and pieces, so he simply didn't occupy a bowl, and put them together with Li Qingwen's.

Li Qingwen doesn't use bowls, he uses basins.

In addition to mussels, they also caught a lot of small fish and shrimps, which were not big enough to eat. At this time, they were soaked in water in a basket to raise them, because Li Qingwen said they would take them back to make shrimp paste.

Li Qingyong had only eaten miso, and didn't know that shrimp could be used to make sauce. He was very greedy. Jiang Liping taught him to catch shrimp in a cage. After a few days, he has become a proficient hand.

When Lao Sun and the others came, the big guys packed the shells and pulled them back.

After walking not far from the river beach, I met patrolling officers and soldiers. One of them had his stomach pierced by an antler and was bleeding profusely.

Although he didn't hurt his vitals, he couldn't ride a horse, and if he continued to bleed, he wouldn't survive for long.

It stands to reason that as long as people don't provoke the deer, the deer will not attack people casually. They are greedy for venison meat and deer skin, but they not only miss their mouths, but also get injured.

Jiang Cong dismounted and stopped the bleeding of the officers and soldiers first. Jiang Liping and the others twisted weeds into straw ropes, wove them into a stretcher of weeds, put the wounded on it, and quickly helped carry them to the camp.

In this way, Jiang Cong and Jiang Liping arrived at the camp one step earlier, and immediately carried the man to Zhou Yao.

Li Qingwen arrived home half a day later, they came back just in time, and the medicinal materials started to be harvested.

After Li Qingwen unloaded the car, he was going to the medicine field. Li Qingrui, who was holding the child in his arms, said, "Boy, don't go, you will be driven back if you go."

Only then did Li Qingwen realize that it was his brother who was coaxing his little niece, and his sister-in-law, mother, and aunts were not there.

I don't know why, but I always feel that his elder brother spends more and more time coaxing the children...

Before he even asked why he was driven back, Li Qingyong and Li Qingfeng came back from the field, with a look of displeasure, but a happy mouth said: "I hate our clumsiness, we are too lazy to do it, how brisk resting... "

The two of them were not idle when they came back, and urged Li Qingwen to get out the clam meat and shrimps quickly.

When prying the clam shells, they cut off the clam meat and salted it directly, so there is no need to worry about this.

Li Qingwen was afraid that the hard-earned things would stink again if they died, so he quickly poured the water and shrimp from the wooden barrel into the big basin.

Seeing that Li Qingfeng and Li Qingyong wanted to leave when they were finished, Li Qingwen pushed them on the small bench, and if they wanted to eat early, they had to do it together.

At this time, in the medicinal field of the border town camp, the women were carefully collecting the leaves, stems, and flowers of the medicinal materials according to what Zhou Yao said. If it is picked like this, why can't it be done?

The old lady who came out with the herbs on her back took one out of the basket and showed them. The flower in her hand was only one flower, which was clean, as if it was born like this, while the one in the hands of the men, Not only have the petals been rubbed off carelessly, there are stems of different lengths underneath...

"Don't be in a hurry." The old woman grinned and said, "The crops can be harvested in three or two days, and you have to work hard."

When the men heard this, they thought it was reasonable, so they stopped thinking about it and went to the nearby field to break the tassels.

The vegetables in the field were almost ready. Li Qinghong and Li Maoqun went to the field together, cut them down and pulled them back. The old man and old lady in the village who hadn't farmed came over and put them one by one on the ground to dry.

They are very careful, and they will pick up some fallen leaves and vegetable clappers, and they can still be eaten after washing.

The vegetables harvested at this time are all used for pickling, and for the next six months, they will rely on these vegetables to survive the winter.

Add salt to the cleaned shrimp, mash it, put it in a clean wine jar, and just sew it on.

Li Qingwen was squatting on the ground washing his hands with warm water. Jiang Cong and Jiang Liping came back. Zhou Yao had bandaged the injured man's wound and was still lying there. Fortunately, the intestines inside were not broken.

After being busy for a long time, Li Qingwen didn't see the two nephews. He stood in the yard and called twice, but no one answered.

Just as he was about to go out to search, Jiang Cong said wait, and then he went to the back of Li's house, where a new cellar was dug, deep and narrow, the sun's light could only shine on the cellar entrance, and the inside was shady.

Li Zhengliang and Li Zhengming were leaning against the wall between the light and the shadow, sleeping soundly.

Jiang Cong carried them out one by one. The two were not awake yet, their bodies were covered in dirt. Li Qingwen stripped off their clothes and shoes, and Jiang Cong put the two brothers on the kang, and they turned over and continued to sleep.

Li Qingwen snorted, he must have been jumping high until midnight last night, or he was so sleepy at this hour.

Knowing that his mother and the others were tired all day, Li Qingwen cooked the food early, and Jiang Cong lit the fire for him. Li Qingwen suddenly asked, "Brother, when will you bring the bedding?"

Since the villagers came to the border town, Jiang Cong had been living in the camp. Li Qingwen thought he was busy, so he delayed asking until now.

A smile flashed across Jiang Cong's eyes, and he just looked at him without saying a word.

Li Qingwen looked at him for a moment, thought about it, his family has female relatives, no matter how close the two families are, it would be inconvenient for Jiang Cong to live here, so he said, "Then don't move, I'll go back to the camp to sleep."

Anyway, there are only a few steps outside the camp, which is nothing.

Jiang Cong smiled even wider and nodded.

Taking advantage of the cooking break, Li Qingwen poured out the salted water from the white radish slices, squeezed out the water from the radish, added ginger and garlic slices, a spoonful of syrup, two spoonfuls of soy sauce and vinegar.

The oil in the small pot next to it was boiling hot, and plumes of green smoke came out. Li Qingwen scooped up the hot oil and poured it on the radish slices. .

The original snow-white radish is now stained with an attractive red sauce. If it hadn't been pickled, Li Qingwen would have wanted to taste a few bites.

He will definitely have to help for a while in the future. The food will not be returned at all, and the meals will not be in the mood to cook. He will make some pickles in advance, so that he will not dry out the rice in the future.

After the rice was cooked, Li Qingwen also made three jars of radish and pickles.

None of the large and small vats at home were brought to the border city. Without these things, they are really short of hands. Li Maoxian and many people worked hard to burn the earth vats and tile vats. I don’t know how many were burned. The outer layer of several low tanks is also cracked, but it is not leaking, but I don't know when it will last.

He was thinking very well, after making pickles, he found that the salt at home was used up, and Li Qingwen's already round eyeballs became even rounder.

He has forgotten that his family and villagers cannot buy salt in the border town...

Li Qingwen was afraid that his mother and sister-in-law would be distressed, so he hurried to the kitchen and wanted to ask them for a change.

The cook gave him twenty catties, but he also said that this year, the capital has been slow to send salt, seeds and medicine, and there are not many warehouses in the camp, so let him save some.

Although he got the salt, Li Qingwen was still a little worried. His family's salt was gone, and the villagers might not have much left, so what should we do next?

In the past, salt was considered expensive, but in this place, even if you want to buy it, you can't buy it.

When he was walking back, he was stopped by Zhou Yao. She made a lot of medicine recently and asked Li Qingwen to take it back.

Li Qingwen followed her into the room, Zhou Yao twitched her nose and asked, "Did you pickle the radish?"

Li Qingwen knew that her nose was very sensitive, but after he came out and blew the wind for so long, there was still a smell of rose on his body?

Li Qingwen said that in a quarter of an hour it would be almost edible, and Zhou Yao asked him to bring some to herself later.

Although Li Maoyu's pickled vegetables were delicious, but Li Qingwen's pickled radishes were delicious and crisp, and she still remembered it.

Carrying salt in one hand and a bulging medicine bag in the other, Li Qingwen returned home, put down his things, and immediately sent pickled radishes to Zhou Yao.

When he went again, the injured officer and soldier in the room had just woken up. He stared at Li Qingwen for a long time, and suddenly called out to him.

Li Qingwen walked over without knowing why, the man didn't dare to touch the wound, he slowly took out a cloth bag from his clothes and put it on the side of the kang, "This, this trouble you to Jiang Cong..."

Originally thought that he wanted to give something to show his gratitude because he was rescued, Li Qingwen thanked his brother, but the man said: "This is his thing, I just give it back to him."

Hearing what he said, Li Qingwen reached out and took it.

Originally, he wanted to open it, but after thinking about it, he held back.