Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 192 Discussing pickled duck eggs

Fu Di Mo always thinks about his younger brother at home, buying him this and that without any restraint.

Girls who know what's going on will also be constantly asked for money by their parents in the name of filial piety.

If you don’t give it, you are unfilial; if you give it, they will keep asking for it.

In short, as a woman, if you are looked down upon at home, your life is not easy, and there are very few parents who treat you fairly.

"When you look for a wife in the future, you should consider the girl's personality. If she has good character in all aspects, then she's fine."

"But it's a bit early to talk about this now. Let's talk about it after you meet each other later. Wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

The girl is clear-headed and knows in her heart who treats her well and who treats her badly, so there is no need to worry about any trouble in the future if you marry her.

I’m afraid of encountering someone who can’t figure it out.

After dinner, Ji Wenhe sat on the bed, playing with his sleeves out of boredom.

"Wen He, why aren't you asleep yet?" Shen Rongshan sat down beside the bed, looking at the dark shadow in front of him.

"I can't sleep, I want to talk to you."

"Are you worried about Liu Dali?"

"Not really. Judging from his performance, he's a pretty good guy. It depends on how they get along in the future."

Fate is determined by heaven, but success depends on man.

Ji Wenhe pulled his sleeve and shook it: "Brother Shen, I miss my parents and grandma."

After coming here, she could no longer visit them and could only miss them in her heart.

Shen Rongshan held her hand, gently pulled her into his arms, and comforted her softly: "Why don't we erect a monument for them here in Shenjia Village?"

...The original owner’s parents seem to be still alive.

He didn't know which parents he was talking about.

"Brother Shen, my grandmother passed away a long time ago, but my parents may still be around."

"Sorry, I said the wrong thing."

"It's okay, don't take it to heart." Anyway, they were not talking about the same thing.

Ji Wenhe snuggled in his arms, feeling his strong heartbeat: "I'm thinking about a lot of things."

"For example?" he asked.

For example, mobile phones, air conditioners, ice cream, hot pot, and barbecue.

You can make your own BBQ.

"There are so many, so many, so many that I can't finish talking about them in one night."

Shen Rongshan rested his chin on top of her head: "You tell me, maybe I can make something of it."

There were some things he could actually make, but they were a little troublesome.

Ji Wenhe shook his head: "Let's wait until winter. Go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow."

Her biological clock has developed a habit of going to bed at a certain time.

And every day he would get up at dawn, prepare meals, and go for a walk in the mountains.

"Okay." Shen Rongshan helped her lie down and pulled the clothes over her belly, "Go to sleep."

"Well, good night, Brother Shen."

He whispered back, "Good night."

……

Early the next morning.

Ji Wenhe stood in the courtyard, his hands on his waist, looking at the heavy rain: "It's almost the beginning of the dog days, it's even hotter after the rain."

"It's cooler where we live on the mountain because there are trees to provide shade. It's hotter down the mountain." Shen Wenshan tied his knot neatly.

"Oh, right." She forgot something. She looked at Shen Rongshan who was washing snails. "Aunt Xie's family won't host a banquet. Should we send a gift?"

"Aunt Lan and the other aunts all said they wouldn't send it. I guess there aren't many people in the village who would send it, so maybe there isn't any."

Since they didn't see her off, Xie Fenglian didn't dare to say anything.

He clearly received a betrothal gift of three taels and eight cents, and could have held a few banquets, but he wanted to save money and not do it.

"If Aunt Lan doesn't send it, we won't send it either."

The whole family lives with Lan Qiuhua's family.

Ji Wenhe nodded: "That's what I meant too. I don't plan to send it."

Shen Rongshan changed the water for the snails and continued.

"I remembered, I brought you back. Aunt Xie gave our family some gift money, and I asked her to take it back, and then she went back."

"…So their family didn't give any gift money?"

"Ah."

"Then we don't have to give it to her. When Wenshan and Yuanshan get married in the future, she will give it to us."

They have two sons who are not married yet, so it's not a loss to give them away. But doing this will make people think that they are incompetent.

I heard from a colleague before that there are four children in their family and two in their uncle's family.

My aunt felt that her family was at a disadvantage, so she gave one hundred yuan as a gift instead of two hundred yuan, saying that this way her family would not be at a disadvantage.

Moreover, she is the only one who takes advantage of others. Others cannot take advantage of her at all, and she will make a fuss when she suffers a loss.

"Wen He, get me a clean basin."

"it is good."

Shen Rongshan took a machete and knocked off the butts of the snails so that they would be more flavorful when cooked.

Ji Wenhe put the basin aside and took the knife: "Why don't we cook it at noon and add some chili."

"If it doesn't rain tomorrow, dry the beans and save them for winter."

"Sister-in-law, the cave is cool and it will get moldy if left there. We have to take it to Aunt Lan's house."

In the past, his brother and I dried winter melon and bamboo shoots at home, but they became moldy when left in the cave.

"Okay, take it to Aunt Lan's house."

The winter melons in the field don't grow big because the soil lacks strength, so we have to water them with manure after the rain.

"By the way, is the pickled meat at home almost finished?"

Shen Wenshan replied: "There are not many left, enough for two meals."

"Then don't pickle it. Let's wait until winter. The weather is too hot and I'm afraid it will go bad."

She used all the vinegar and soy sauce at home to pickle cucumbers and long beans.

While tapping the snails, Ji Wenhe asked, "Brother Shen, by August, the chickens will be able to lay eggs, right?"

The experimental land has been opened, and they are allowed in in the morning and driven out in the afternoon.

"Hard to say."

Chickens usually start laying eggs five to six months after birth.

But it also depends on the breeding environment and whether they eat well.

"It doesn't matter if it's a month late, as long as it can lay eggs, I can pickle them in the winter."

Chicken eggs and goose eggs are pickled together, and she likes to eat the yolk inside.

Shen Rongshan raised his head and wiped off the snail shells on her face with the back of his hand: "Salted duck eggs are pickled during the Qingming Festival and the Dragon Boat Festival, and chicken eggs are pickled in February."

"Can't we pickle it in winter?"

She had never pickled vegetables before and thought she could do it in the winter.

"Yes, but it's not as good as the ones pickled at this time."

Ji Wenhe nodded in understanding: "Then let's do as you say and wait until Qingming Festival, February to pickle it."

"What about goose eggs? Are there any particular requirements? Which month is the best for pickling them?"

"I don't know. When I was a kid, I only ate salted duck eggs and pickled chicken eggs, but never pickled goose eggs."

During the Chinese New Year, my parents would go to the market and buy two salted duck eggs and two pickled chicken eggs.

"Then pickle it together with the salted duck eggs. I'll ask Aunt Lan in a couple of days."

She didn't seem to have eaten pickled goose eggs before, she couldn't remember it.

Shen Yunshan took over the conversation: "In this town, salted eggs are six cents each, salted duck eggs are eight cents each, and salted goose eggs are nine cents each."

"The family only buys a few during the Chinese New Year."

My family is so poor that we can’t even have a bite to eat for several years, let alone the New Year.

Because it is too expensive, I can’t bear to buy it.

Ji Wenhe's eyes lit up: "Then let's pickle more at home and sell them in town."