Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 468 468. Tender Chestnut

   There is one more thing Zhang Wang's family didn't say.

  He ate and drank at Song Tan's house every day during this time, maybe it was because there was enough oil and water, or maybe it was because the food at home was so good that he accidentally ate more...

  Rural people, as long as they eat well, they will be in good health sooner or later.

  He now feels that his physical condition is much better than in the first half of the year. Among other things, it doesn't take so much effort to move around with a young man like Wu Lei every day.

  Based on this, it is unknown if he can live another ten or twenty years.

  When he can do it, he visits Taoyuan, when he can’t do it, he weaves straw mats for Song Tan’s family... He really can’t do anything, and now he has nothing to spend money on, so he saves up his wages and old capital, and hires someone to take care of him later...

  If it’s really not good to serve him, then it’s over.

  Nowadays, as long as the mind is open, Zhang Wang’s family feels that life can’t be more comfortable.

   As a result, he became more and more unrestrained.

  Song Tan didn't know that Zhang Bo, who had always been honest and honest, could think so openly now.

   Right now, he just rode a tricycle: "That's all right, Uncle Zhang, Wu Lei, please watch over here."

"What is this nonsense?"

  Zhang Wang's family laughed: "With the help of a young man, no matter how bad it is, it is easier than me alone, and there are even people talking."

  …

  When Song Tan drove the tricycle to the edge of the chestnut garden, he heard Song Sancheng lamenting inside:

   "This year, the soybeans are cooked too quickly, and I haven't eaten edamame a few times. I still want to be able to drink."

  And Qiaoqiao spread out his palms: "Dad, here, this pod is green, it's edamame."

  Song Sancheng:…

  There are yellow leaves and pods all over the ground, but this one is green...why, can he make a cold dish for this one pod?

  Song Tan walked in and laughed too.

   "It's okay. Next year, we will plant in batches, divided into early maturing and late maturing..."

   But I only eat at home, not for sale. You have to find someone to clean up the fresh edamame, not as quick as the soybeans.

  Looking at Song Sancheng again, while cutting soybeans, he also has to pick up the fallen pods and exploded beans on the ground. He is really busy.

  Song Tan looked at the big and second treasures who surrounded him excitedly:

   "Dad, don't pick it up."

   "Our beans are delicious, it's a pity to keep them here."

  Song Sancheng was reluctant.

   "It's okay." Song Tan patted Dabao and Erbao on the head: "With them here, can you just leave them a snack?"

   Not to mention, Song Sancheng would feel distressed when he thought of the broken beans scattered in the field.

   But thinking about how Dabao and Erbao can eat, he was satisfied again in an instant.

  He laughed:

   "Okay, our eldest and second treasure are so obedient, how good the chestnut garden is! Eat, eat whatever you want!"

Well, Dabao and Erbao can understand the words now. When they talk about eating, the two dogs are energetic. They hurriedly raised their noses on the ground, and couldn't wait to find the scattered beans—rolled their tongues and clicked them directly. Kacha chewed it into his stomach.

  Although... I didn't taste the Baoshan Guarding, it was really touching.

  Song Sancheng obviously approves of it.

  But Song Tan looked at the two Bao'er, and thought: If he is so proficient in eating, it is probably not that he has never cooked a small stove before.

   As for the perpetrators...

  She looked at Qiao Qiao, who was buried in cutting soybeans and said nothing, and smiled helplessly.

  …

  The family of three grabbed the branches and leaves of the soybean vine with one left hand, and stabbed down with the sickle in the right. The handfuls of soybean stalks were quickly filled with baskets, and then poured into the tricycle.

  Among them, Song Tan, who is the most efficient, has no grass growing anywhere he passes by. Song Sancheng can't help but click his tongue:

   "Tan Tan, when I was young, the whole village didn't do a good job with your style."

   "That's not right!" Song Tan also became proud: "Dad, don't you look at what kind of genes I have inherited."

  For a while, the sound of laughter and the sound of the wind spread far and wide throughout the forest.

  Before leaving, Song Tan also broke off a tree branch with four or five chestnut bags on it - the branch was too thin and the chestnuts were too heavy, and it almost fell down under the weight.

  By doing this, she relieved the burden on the chestnut tree.

  And Qiaoqiao held the branch in anticipation: "Let's go! Go home and eat chestnuts!"

  …

   Chestnut is a plant that is actually very convenient to eat, even though it looks very defensive.

  For example, on the oval chestnut bag, there is actually a weak point of a cross. There are no thorns there, just protected by a cross of thorns on both sides. When it's done, it will explode into four pieces from this cross...

  In short, the chestnut is still in the state of tenderness. A skilled farmer only needs to step on the other half with one foot, then take the scissors and gently insert it along any trace of the vertical and horizontal lines, and then break it—

  The round chestnut bag was split into two halves, revealing the soft and white chestnuts inside.

  The chestnut at this time, because it has not aged, the shell is milky white and very soft. The inner layer of skin is also moist and soft, especially easy to peel.

   Put the light yellow chestnut kernels into your mouth, and when you bite, it will be a puddle of fresh and tender water.

  Sweet and delicious.

   To be honest, it is a hundred times more delicious than ripe chestnuts!

  Just these few chestnut buns, with three or four small chestnuts inside, the head of the family divides them into two, just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, Qiao Qiao who eats is looking at the direction of the chestnut forest:

   "I still want to eat..."

   "Eat!" Song Tan was particularly cheerful: "Things are grown for eating, but this chestnut is still a little small, and it will grow bigger in two days, and it will be more cost-effective to eat."

   "When the time comes to feed the dog, just pick some back."

   "But..." Qiaoqiao looked at Ulan hesitantly: "Didn't Mom say that chestnuts should not be eaten if they are not ripe? It is a waste."

Ulan was also stunned, and then smiled and said: "You are talking about the old Huangli many years ago. At that time, you were counting on chestnuts to sell money. If you eat a small chestnut bun, you will have to sell half a catty less, for sure. It's not worth it."

   "Now we don't rely on this. If you want to eat, you can eat whatever you want, and you can eat all the mountains."

  At that time, before and after the chestnuts matured, they had to go up the mountain to watch them every day, otherwise someone would steal them.

  Nowadays, how many chestnut forests in the whole village are deserted, whoever loves to eat them will tear them away.

  Times are different!

  …

   On the other end, Song Sancheng spread soybeans on the open space in front of the door. Many of the pods have fallen off, but some are still attached to the stalk:

   "First dry it, then knock it back, it's easy to clean up."

  The Seventh Cousin looked at it, then went inside to check if there was any green one, and took it off directly:

   "Fry fresh soybeans for lunch."

   Qiao Qiao came over, and curiously searched for it, and it took a long time to come up with a small pot.

   Uncooked soybeans are green when peeled off, and the shells are removed, and a layer of translucent film coating is removed. Boil it in a pot, then add some minced meat in green pepper sauce and stir-fry, it will also have a special flavor...

   This chapter is to make up for the changes that were promised but not written last month.

   I love tender chestnuts! ! But when I was a child, in order to earn money, my family really seldom let me eat.

   There is still a lot to write, but I can’t stay up late now, so... If I don’t have it before twelve o’clock, let’s continue tomorrow.

  (end of this chapter)