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Chapter 287 Pickles

There are several bamboo poles on four or five long stools, and a layer of bamboo curtains are laid on them, and radish strips that have been soaked with salt are placed on the bamboo curtains.

The radish strips, which have lost most of the moisture due to the salt, now look more than four-fifths smaller than at the beginning. The original red skin has been seen, leaving only light brown. Now these radish strips are undergoing the last step to become the radish ringing, which is to dry in the sun. After drying, these radish strips are radish ringing and can be preserved for a long time. They live on the dining table as a small congee for farmers for more than half a year.

When eating, whether it is eaten directly or soaked in ingredients, it is a killer of porridge.

Shi Wei was holding a bamboo rake and was now turning over the radish strips on the bamboo curtain. Canghai originally had a rake in his hand, but unfortunately, the little girl Mengmeng thought the radish strips were very fun, so she snatched the rake in Canghai's hand and stood on a small stool and happily lou Qi's radish strips.

The little girl is very playful and has a long-lasting intention to work in time. Fortunately, there is no particular thing about this job. As long as you don’t turn over the radish strips, it is qualified, so Canghai also feels at ease with the little girl to play.

Seeing Mengmeng having fun, Tietou found a small bamboo pole from somewhere, and stood on the bench and poked radish sticks to play with it.

"Tietou, don't poke the radish to the ground. If this happens, I will beat you up." Shi Wei saw that Tietou poke the radish to the ground again and scolded Tietou.

After hearing this, Tietou immediately jumped off the stool, picked up the radish sticks on the ground and put them into his mouth, looking like he was about to "destroy the corpse and destroy the traces."

It was obvious that Tietou underestimated the smell of the radish sticks. After waiting for it to stuff the radish sticks into its mouth, its entire face suddenly wrinkled. It was so salty that it wanted to spit out this thing immediately. Its whole body was as if it had been lit into a fixed hole, and its little face wrinkled into a ball.

The two little thieves saw that Shi Wei did not look at him. Tietou immediately spit out the radish strips in his mouth, shook his arms and threw them directly towards the fruit woods under the slope. Seeing that the radish strips flew away, Tietou stood on the bench again, pretending that nothing had happened, grabbed the bamboo pole and continued to poke happily.

Shuitou happened to see the flying radish strips. He thought Tietou was playing with it. He stuck out his tongue and chased after it excitedly. When it arrived at the fruit forest, he was a little confused. He didn't know where the radish strips had flew. After turning for a long time, he had to pick up a dead branch casually, pretended to run to Tietou, and shook his tail as if he was pleased to seek credit for Tietou.

The only thing that the Slippery Head received was the iron head stretching out its black hand and scratching its big big brain twice. Even with such perfunctory actions, Slippery Head seemed to be satisfied. He ran to the base of the wall where he was originally lying, and held the dead branch and bit it and started playing. A silly dog ​​started to compete with the dead branch.

Canghai is the most idle now. He lies under the shelf, takes a leisurely sip of warm tea, then flips his cell phone and looks at the electronics, and hums a few lines of songs from time to time. He doesn’t know what he sings in the tunes given by him.

As idle as Canghai, Tiger Head is now lying honestly next to Canghai's recliner, her eyes closed and she seemed to be sleeping. However, after careful observation, she will find that Tiger Head's ears turn from time to time. This is Tiger Head's vigilance against the movements around and is ready to protect her family and property at any time.

After turning the radish sticks over, Shi Wei put down the rake, told Mengmeng and Tie Tou, and Shi Wei sat on the recliner next to Canghai.

"Master, the work is done." Shi Wei looked at Cang Hai's tired look and couldn't help but say a word to Cang Hai.

Cang Hai turned his head, looked at Shi Wei, stretched out his finger and flirtatiously hooked Shi Wei's chin: "Well, okay, the little girl is doing a good job, I will love you when the night is over!"

"Go to die!" Shi Wei blushed by Cang Hai. She looked around with guilt and found that no one around reached out to twist Cang Hai. Then she placed her hands on the armrest and relaxed her body on the recliner and breathed a sigh of relief: "This little life is so comfortable."

"That's right, we entered the retirement life early, how many people envy us?" Cang Hai said beautifully as Shi Wei squinted his eyes and looked at the sunshine that was no longer too strong above his head.

Hearing Cang Hai say this, Shi Wei smiled and reached out to grab Cang Hai's hand. Cang Hai held Shi Wei's hand in the palm of his hand. The two of them held hands so quietly, enjoying this rare and quiet afternoon.

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As the ugly donkey cried out, Cang Hai and Shi Wei sat upright from the recliner at the same time, looking in the direction where the sound came.

At this moment, the ugly donkey was pulling a cart. Ping An and Wu Hui were driving with a smile on both sides of the cart. Behind the cart was the third aunt Wei Qin. On the cart was full of piles of old high snow. Behind the cart was the third uncle Cang Shiyuan who was driving a mule cart, and above the mule cart was the same full of cabbage.

Early in the morning, Ping'an and his two followed their third uncle and aunt to the market to buy vegetables. Canghai originally thought they would come back in the evening, but who knew that these people would come back so soon. First, these people were eager to return home, and second, the county road construction has achieved some results, at least it is flatter than before, so the speed of the cart is naturally much faster.

Xuelihong looks very good. The dark green leaves and stems are almost every plant is slightly thinner than the little finger. It is the tenderest and crispest time of Xuelihong. At this time, Xuelihong is a good time to pickle pickles.

The cabbage on the mule cart looks very good. Each tree is about the same size, forty or fifty centimeters, with white cabbage and light green leaves. This long cabbage is the best ingredient to pickle in northern Jiangsu. The sauerkraut that Canghai’s family wants to pickle is different from the common Sichuan-flavored sauerkraut on the market and the Northeast sauerkraut. It has a unique flavor. This is the pickle method Canghai learned from his friends in northern Jiangsu.

The most suitable combination of this kind of sauerkraut is roasted mutton. A plate of sauerkraut is cooked by sauerkraut, which completely suppresses the trembling taste and stimulates the umami flavor to the maximum extent, and can swallow the gourmet tongue.

"Haiwazi, you've got all the dishes back!"

Aunt San looked at Canghai and shouted loudly.

"Here, here!" Cang Hai happily pulled his shoes and walked towards the cart.

The third uncle Cang Shiyuan grabbed the mule's bridle and smiled at the nephew who came up to him, saying, "I don't know where you are smoking. You don't have a few bites but you have to pickle so many things. Moreover, the high-group cabbage you want is quite difficult to find. If I hadn't been well-informed here, I might not have bought this car of high-group cabbage if someone else had changed."

"You will know when you are waiting to eat. The pickled cabbage from this kind of dish can be said to be perfect with mutton!" Cang Hai smiled and came to the side of the cart, reached out to touch the cabbage he bought, and nodded with satisfaction.

Aunt Wei Qin of the third aunt said, "I tell you, this dish is not cheap. It is 400 cents per pound more than the cabbage we pickled sauerkraut here. If it is less, people will not sell it. I heard that they are all supplied to the provincial supermarkets. Your third uncle found a friend to help you get such a big truck."

Canghai said unconsciously: "It's more expensive this year. When I get peanuts in the fields next year, I will replant this kind of cabbage myself and pay them back to make money next year!"

It doesn’t matter whether the money is rich or not. Who makes me lazy and not planted? As long as I can buy it, then the main courses for Mao Winter this winter will be almost there.

"Uncle San, Aunt San, how many pickles are your family pickled?" Cang Hai asked.

Aunt San smiled and pointed at the cart: "We don't pickle a lot, and it looks like thirty pounds. How much can my third uncle and my husband eat?"

Following the direction of Aunt San’s finger, Canghai saw two bundles of Xue Lihong looking for red plastic ropes on his body, and realized that Aunt San’s family really didn’t pickle this year.

Canghai’s pickled vegetables are quite a lot, not only in the portion size but also in the type. There are three types of vegetables in large portions, pickled vegetables, radish and sauerkraut. As for the small ones, I won’t mention them. They are pickled for a few jars of chili peppers, sour bamboo shoots, and sour radish. However, these things are small in size, and the vegetable garden at Canghai’s house can be solved and did not go to the market to buy them.

Ping'an wiped the sweat from the top of his forehead and asked at Canghai: "Second brother, what should I do next?"

"What should I do? Of course it's unloading. You guys have a rest. I'll do it for the unloading work. You two have a rest and get back to your strength. You will start washing vegetables and cooking pots later. There are still many jobs behind it." Cang Hai rolled up his sleeves and said.

When pickling the snow lily, you must first wash the snow lily. After washing the soil on it, you can remove the old leaves and dead leaves. After drying the moisture, you can cut the snow lily into small sections and put it in the jar. Each layer of vegetables is placed with a layer of salt. The best salt used is well salt. For example, the taste of pickling from sea salt is one layer worse than that of well salt.

This layer of vegetables and salt is pressed firmly into a porcelain jar and finally sealed. After half a month, pickles can be eaten. This pickles are fried with dried white tofu, which is delicious to serve. As for the taste of frozen tofu, it is greedy.

The sauerkraut can't be marinated like this. You don't need to wash the sauerkraut, just pat the soil on it. At this time, the cabbage has no dead leaves. Use a knife to cut the cabbage roots into a cross knife, and then put the roots down into the pot to cook. After the boiling is wilted, put them into the jar and press the stones.

The jar is filled with a small mouth and sealed in the pickled snow. The sauerkraut is different. An open jar must be used to facilitate the fermentation of cabbage. At the same time, a clean stone must be placed at the mouth of the jar to press the vegetables. It is about a month or so. If the pickled vegetables are well, the sauerkraut will be done. As for the poor pickled vegetables, the whole jar of vegetables will rot and be wasted.

Wu Hui and Ping'an are both children who can't stay idle. Canghai said that they could go and rest. How could they rest? Continue to help Canghai unload vegetables. After waiting for the two trucks of vegetables to be unloaded, Shi Wei and Wu Hui began to pick up cabbages, while Ping'an and Canghai began to wash stones.

There are no stones in the village. The two stones pressing the cylinder were bought by Canghai from the bridge repair team. They are not expensive stones, but ordinary bluestones. Each piece looks about thirty pounds, which is almost a little larger than the grinding plate with a hand grinding. It is the most suitable for pressing the cylinder.

After washing the stones, Canghai smeared the stones with a dry cloth and put them outside to dry them. Ping'an returned to the kitchen to make a fire. The big and small stoves were the same as the ones. Canghai directly added well water to the pot with a certain amount of space water. Wait for the water in the pot to boil, and then stood the roots of the cabbage that Shi Wei and Wu Hui picked up face down in the pot. At the beginning, the lid of the pot could naturally not be covered, but when the vegetables were soft, the lid of the pot could be covered. As long as the lid of the pot was covered, it means that the pot of cabbage had been cooked and you could put it in the pot and put it in the pot.

Just like this, Shi Wei and Wu Hui were cooking, Ping An and Cang Hai cooked vegetables and set up the jar. They worked hard from the afternoon until the sun sets. The next day, after working for most of the day, the whole truck of cabbage turned into almost five tanks of sauerkraut. The work of pickling sauerkraut on the stone was officially completed.

After pickling the sauerkraut, the first batch of snow-watering dried up. Everyone continued to roll up their sleeves and started pickling the pickles. The work of the sauerkraut was even more tiring, because they had to sprinkle salt and compact the jar. Everyone rolled up their sleeves and dried up. It took almost three days before pickling most of the car snow-watering dried up.
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