Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 225 Wang Erfeng delivers food

Sure enough, not long after, Niu Guilan came over.

Lan Qiuhua raised her head and said, "Guilan, is Liuyun back?"

"She came back with her man, giving him a Mid-Autumn Festival gift."

"Why are you here so early to give me gifts? Are you not coming for Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Aunt Niu, sit down." Shen Wenshan stood up and gave the small stool to her.

"I won't sit, you sit." She waved her hand and leaned against the pillar behind her, "They won't come over during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"They said Li Tianba was going to another town to help catch the murderer. They didn't go into detail, only that he would be gone for a month."

"We'll leave the day after tomorrow. He's worried about Shen Liuyun coming back alone, so he came here early to give him a gift."

Niu Guilan clicked her tongue twice: "They were all good things, some were wrapped in oil paper, and I don't know what was inside, but there were lots of fish and meat, it's really enviable to see them."

Lan Qiuhua said: "What is there to be envious of? Let's just live our own lives."

After chatting for a while, she said goodbye and left.

Ji Wenhe asked: "Aunt Lan, where is your mother's home?"

I've been here for so long, but I've never heard her talk about her family, nor have I seen her go back.

"My mother's home is far away from Shenjia Village. It's east of Baiyun Mountain. It takes a day to get there."

"How many brothers and sisters does Aunt Lan have?"

"I have an older brother. My parents passed away a few years ago. My sister-in-law is a very nice person. She treated my parents well when they were alive."

"I won't go back for the Mid-Autumn Festival. If my parents were still alive, I would go back to give them some gifts. Now that they are gone, I will only go back twice a year to see my brother and sister-in-law."

They all have their own families. She doesn't have much money, so she has to bring some things back. She can't go back empty-handed.

Ji Wenhe nodded in understanding.

At this time, Wang Erfeng came over with a handful of dried vegetables.

"Wen He, my family has dried some radish tops. I'd like to send some to your family to try."

She didn't grow many radishes at home, so she couldn't dry them in the sun.

Lan Qiuhua took over the conversation: "Your family planted a lot of radishes this year, and you took them to the town to sell, so you didn't keep any for yourself."

"I pickled a small pottery jar, enough for the winter."

"Thank you, Aunt Wang." Ji Wenhe put down the silk ribbon in his hand and stood up.

"What are you thanking me for? If you think it tastes good, come to my house and get some. I have more at home."

"Aunt Wang, wait a minute."

After returning home, Ji Wenhe put the dried vegetables on the table, took out a small coarse porcelain bowl, and opened the ceramic jar of pickled sour beans.

The clay jar holds three pounds and is filled with chili peppers, wild garlic, vinegar and soy sauce, with only a little soy sauce added.

It tastes sour and spicy, and my family loves it. I’m thinking of pickling more next year.

After buying a donkey cart, she went to the town to buy some rice. She had been craving for fried rice with sour beans and shredded pork for a long time.

Wild garlic is round, not the kind that has petals. Shen Rongshan was specially asked to dig it from the mountain because it is bigger than the ones he planted himself.

He carried the bowl down the mountain and said, "Aunt Wang, my family pickled sour beans. We put a little too much chili in them. They will be very spicy. You can try them when you go back."

Lan Qiuhua looked at the sour beans in the bowl and swallowed unconsciously: "Her pickled sour beans are delicious, sour and spicy, very good with rice."

It's just that she can't stand spicy food and can only eat a little bit.

Wang Erfeng took it with a smile and sniffed it: "Is there vinegar in it? And soy sauce?"

"Auntie Wang has a very good nose. I only put a little bit of soy sauce in it, so it's hard to tell. I didn't expect you could smell it."

"Oh, I didn't smell it, I just asked casually."

Even a dog's nose may not be able to smell it.

"Wait a minute, I'll bring you the bowl."

"Okay." Ji Wenhe sat on a small stool and looked at the people around him, "Aunt Lan, have you finished eating? I'll bring you some more after you finish."

Lan Qiuhua shook her head: "No, your family keeps it for yourselves. Vinegar and fine salt are very expensive."

I always feel bad if I take someone else's good food and don't give something back.

"Keep the good stuff for yourself. If others get addicted to it and keep going back to your house to exchange it for other things, it won't be worth it no matter how much you exchange for it."

She agreed, and occasionally gave things from her home to Zhu Danian and their family.

I gave it to Wang Erfeng because she sent some dried vegetables over. They had dried radishes at home, but I was afraid they wouldn't be able to eat the chili sauce.

We have dried beans and winter melon at home, so we have to give them something that they don’t have.

Not long after, Wang Erfeng came over with a basket: "Wen He, come here."

"Aunt Wang, why are you sending dried vegetables and dried beans again? I have a lot at home, we dried them in the sun." Ji Wenhe didn't take it.

"I just went home and tasted it. Your pickled beans are pickled with vinegar, soy sauce, and fine salt. They are really expensive."

The taste of pickled food is different between coarse salt and fine salt.

Although her family has never used fine salt to pickle anything, they have used coarse salt, and you can tell the difference just by tasting it.

"Take it, or I'll feel uncomfortable eating it. If you don't want it, I'll return the sour beans to your family."

Lan Qiuhua chimed in, "Take it, Wen He, or your Aunt Wang will really send it back to you later."

"Then...then I'll take it."

Wang Erfeng smiled and said, "That's right, take it home and return the basket to me."

"Okay." Ji Wenhe nodded and ran back home again.

Shen Wenshan was concentrating on knitting beside them, not interfering and just listening quietly.

Looking at the dried vegetables on the table, I put them in a basin and soaked them in water. I hadn’t eaten dumplings for a long time, and there happened to be a lot of oil residue left from the marinade yesterday afternoon.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Wenhe went home to knead the dough and let it rest for ten minutes.

Then chop the soaked dried vegetables and the oil residue into small pieces.

She doesn't like fatty meat, but she likes dumplings wrapped with oil residue.

When I was a child, I ate big dumplings that my grandmother made with leeks and oil residue.

Here, leeks are used to strengthen male sexual function, but I’ve never seen anyone grow leeks.

She originally wanted to find some wild chives to transplant, but they all looked at her strangely, so she gave up the idea.

But we can’t let the villagers think that Shen Rongshan is not capable and needs to eat aphrodisiac herbs.

Chop the dried vegetables and oil residue and mix them evenly. Then take out the sauerkraut beans and chop them, then make sauerkraut beans dumplings.

Pickled wild garlic is delicious, and can be eaten with a wild vegetable pancake in the morning.

In my previous life, I ate pickled garlic brought by a colleague, and it tasted good. I should have asked her how she made it.

If I lived in a town, I could go out and buy fresh vegetables every day, so I wouldn’t have to pickle them at home.

After the dishes were prepared, I remembered that I didn’t have a rolling pin at home.

I took a clean basin and used it as a panel.

I looked around the kitchen but couldn't find anything that could be used as a rolling pin.

Ji Wenhe had no choice but to come to Lan Qiuhua's house: "Aunt Lan, do you have a rolling pin at home?"

Shen Anguo replied: "Yes, do you want the panel?"

"Yes, lend it to me."

She came to the kitchen and he was alone.

"Where's Aunt Lan?"

"Mom went to the river to wash vegetables, and Xiaoya hasn't come back from Aunt Li's house yet."

His father was also chatting with someone at the entrance of the village.