Song Tan Jishi

   Chapter 351 351. Sun-dried cowpea

   "Sour."

Xiao Zhang's daughter-in-law sucked her saliva while talking: "But it's sour and delicious, I can't help it—by the way, I still want to eat fried rice noodles, can you fry a bowl for me now? Not too much , just add two eggs, a piece of ham sausage, and a handful of green vegetables... let’s put it first.”

   "By the way, there is also braised goose. You can buy me one tomorrow—roast duck is also fine, ouch, I'm so hungry!"

   "This thing is too appetizing, I can't eat it, or my teeth will be sore tomorrow."

  She spat out a peach pit inarticulately, then touched a green peach and ate it, and finally made a vague comment:

   "The sweet and sour ones are delicious, and the salty and sour ones are delicious too. Next time you should buy both..."

  However, when she raised her head, she saw Brother Zhang standing there numbly. She couldn't help being stunned: "Why don't you cook?"

  Brother Zhang shivered all over: "No!"

  He quickly went back to the bathroom: "I'll do it for you as soon as I take a shower!"

  Brother Xiao Zhang finished taking a five-minute shower, but saw his daughter-in-law was already sucking a green peach in her mouth, and she didn’t forget to turn on her phone:

"I have to tell the treasure mom group about one. In the past few days, several of them have said that they can't eat it. What kind of sour plums, hot and sour noodles... It's useless. You can't miss this good thing—by the way, how much did you just say? One catty? Send me the link to the applet, and I'll forward it."

  Brother Zhang: …

  …

  Song Tan didn't know that he was about to open up a huge customer group with considerable purchasing power.

  At this moment, she was walking back from the vegetable field with a large basket full of slender cowpeas. The color varies in shades, and the thickness and length are uneven.

  Behind her, Song Youde and Wang Lifen were still picking in the vegetable garden—no way.

  The cowpeas that had been planted in a whole field are now ripe. The output of this thing is really too big, the vines climb fast and grow more, and the whole field is the best for their aura absorption. Now it hangs down densely, just like a coiled silk hole, and there is an endless stream grow.

   Ask the vegetable vendor Old Zhao to look at it with a flashlight in the early morning. At that time, he was reluctant to leave, and could only hug the unbearable bamboo frame underneath.

  But Song Tan doesn't particularly like this stuff fried directly.

  Without him, when there was nothing to eat in summer, this was always the case.

  Not only her, but Lao Zhao also said that many people are not willing to buy ordinary cowpeas.

  She herself has a deep understanding, so she only gave Lao Zhao 500 catties, and then went home with the basket—

   She has other plans for these cowpeas!

  The yard is busy and busy, and everyone is busy every day—it’s not that they are reluctant to pay for people now, it’s just that the yard is too small, and there is nowhere to go if more people are crowded.

  If you want to hire people on a large scale, you can only wait for your new house to be built, and there is an extra large yard outside the yard, just to prepare for work.

  The green peaches on the mountain are still being harvested continuously, and it will be over in about a week, but the online pre-sale list has already sold more than 900 catties.

  However, Qingtao is already familiar with Qiaoqiao's work now, with daily quotas, simple and not tiring work, and Seventh Cousin didn't get involved any more.

  Picking watermelons is Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun's favorite thing to do—song Tan's melons grow so standard that they haven't seen a single unripe one until now.

  The young melon pickers of the year are none other than them, and they greatly inspired the hearts of two passionate young people.

  Now, the seventh cousin saw that Song Tan had brought so many cowpeas back, so he took a look and said, "That's right, let's fry shredded pork for lunch."

  Qiao Qiao stopped scrubbing, and now she raised her head to order: "Can I eat cowpea rice?"

   "Okay! I like to eat too."

  Seventh Cousin moved the stool and sat down and began to pick: "I'll pick the old ones, and I'll fry them for you at noon, and they will be soft and rotten. The fried ones must be very fragrant."

   While picking, he muttered: "There are quite a few old ones."

  Song Tan thought for a while: "Why don't you two people hurry up and pick it? Pick one crop every two days, this thing grows too fast."

  Song Youde and Wang Lifen, who just came back with a basket, were unhappy: "Picking cowpeas is such a simple thing, why hire someone to do it, there is no room in the yard. Your grandma and I can do it."

   Not only is it simple, but it’s also fast, and you really don’t need to hire someone.

  God, when he was building the old house, he never thought that so many people could work together in the yard.

  Aunt Lianhua had just rubbed a pot of green peaches, and she came over and smiled: "Who else are you going to hire?

   "It's so easy to pick cowpeas, my mother can do it here!"

  The mother-in-law in the wheelchair also nodded: "It's simple, it's not worth hiring someone."

  Song Tan: ...Simple is simple, but she sees the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law being squeezed by her, even if the salary is raised, she feels a little embarrassed.

But looking at the expectant eyes of the two of them again, Song Tan had no choice but to back off a step: "Then let my mother-in-law do this work, since the batch of cowpeas is finished, can I give my mother-in-law a red envelope of 1,000 yuan alone? "

Okay! Why not!

  Although the cycle of cowpea takes several months, there is no effort at all. Her mother-in-law just needs to sit in a wheelchair to pick and choose—and she can get another 1,000. Isn’t this for nothing?

   What's more, I usually help and take things!

  The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law agreed happily.

  The production of these cowpeas is too large, and they are all sold out for a while, and they can be sold from morning to night, but Song Tan thinks it is unnecessary.

   You know, when there are few vegetables in winter, dried cowpeas can do a lot of things. When I planted it, I had already figured out how to deal with it.

  So, here, Aunt Lianhua assisted Qiao Qiao to pack the green peaches, and here her mother-in-law was sitting in a wheelchair, sorting out the cowpeas in the basket one by one.

  The tender green, slender, plump and heavy cowpeas are placed aside alone, the tender green but not thin enough cowpeas are also placed aside, and those old cowpeas that are light in color and foamy to the touch should also be picked aside.

  This kind of old cowpea is broken into small pieces, and when it is fried in a hot pot, the cowpea rice inside will be fried, soft and fragrant, with soup, which is extraordinarily delicious.

After picking out a basket, the water on the Seventh Cousin’s side was also boiled. He picked out the tender cowpea and washed it briefly, put it in the pot and blanched it, and then took it out after three minutes. After two times of cold water, it was hung in the yard. On some long ropes just pulled.

  The forecast says that there will be no rain in the next week, and the sun is so bright now that there is little hope of rain. It is a good time to dry cowpeas.

  Of course, with so many cowpeas, there must be more than all sun-dried cowpeas. Naturally, sour cowpeas should be made.

  It’s just that if the sour cowpea wants to taste better, pickled peppers are indispensable, but the pickled peppers can’t be marinated for a while, and the seventh cousin wants to make it perfect, so he needs to wait another half a month.

   Therefore, this can only be done later.

   Dried cowpea beef stew is super delicious!

  (end of this chapter)