Chapter 96 Calling rice and picking plums

"It's not easy. How can she make money if she doesn't give Manager Xue good wine and vegetables? Although these things are delicious but not expensive, they are not rare for the brewers. Give them something good. Not only do the brewers like to eat, but they can also make more money. Xue Lingyun ate eggplant and answered the little fat man's question.

The little fat man curled his lips and muttered, "Lanlan is not like this. She has a good heart."

"It's right to make money. The little girl makes money openly. It's good." Xue Lingfeng said coldly.

"What the fifth brother said is that Lanlan and the others work so hard that they should make food for us in a different way and make some money." The little fat man nodded quickly and agreed with the fifth brother's words.

Not to mention a few people talking about Molan, little Molan is selling her mushroom soup to everyone at this time. Not to mention that the effect is not bad, there are several tables for it.

Molan returned to put mushrooms and preserved eggs in Xue's basket, asked Qiu Dajun to give it to Xue's steward, and told him how much money he received. Molan began to discuss with Wang to collect mushrooms. She couldn't pick too much every day. She still had to collect them. The village moved, so that there was mushroom soup every It can produce a lot of dried mushrooms.

"Yes, look back and talk about it quickly. The village can spread all over the country. Anyway, it's not the autumn harvest yet, and it's not a big deal. I guess there will be people from all ages to pick it." Wang nodded and agreed after thinking about it.

Wang was greedy as soon as she talked about the autumn harvest. She remembered the corn she saw on the road and wanted to eat it. However, in this era, people attach great importance to food. No matter how much they spoil their children, few of them will break off the corn and cook it for their children to eat.

Molan wanted to eat it on the way back, but she didn't dare to tell Mo Quan that Grandpa wouldn't agree. Now let's talk to grandma brazenly first.

"Milk, let's break some corn and eat it." Molan walked to Wang's, pulled her sleeve, and smiled flatteringly.

"Hour rice? This bud is grain, and it hasn't been cooked yet. Your grandfather will definitely not do it. Why does your girl want to do this? Wang frowned slightly, and there was nothing to exhalate rice in her heart, but this exhalant rice is also the main food in the family. Before it has grown, it has been broken down and exhaled to eat. This is spoiling food, and others must not rely on it.

"Mom, don't listen to this girl's nonsense and spoil the food. If Dad hears it, why don't you scold her? Lan'er, it's all up to you. That's not right. Don't grind your milk. Qiu saw her daughter pulling her mother-in-law's sleeve and shaking her hand, and she talked about her daughter.

"Mom, I'm not ruining things. I want to cook with bracted rice. I want to stew with ribs, beans and bracted rice. When I make it, it's called a harvest dish. The bracted rice is given to several princes of the Xue family and the steward at noon. They can eat something fresh It's the same. Let's have a fresh meal at our house. Mother, do you think what I said makes sense?" Molan knew what her mother meant. She was afraid that her family would feel greedy and scolded, so she stopped herself from saying that she was good, but she also had her own ideas. She couldn't follow her mother.

"This... Lan'er didn't ignore what she said, but it's up to you. I'll talk to your master later." Qiu thought about her daughter's words carefully and thought it was reasonable. Unfortunately, she couldn't make the decision in this family, and the man had the final say on the food in the field.

"Milk, it's up to you. I won't show your face if he says anything." Molan pulled Wang's sleeve and shook it, and his face was full of naughty smiles.

"You girl, what are you talking about!" Wang's face was slightly red, and she nodded Molan's forehead with her hand. This girl really began to make fun of her milkman.

"Lan'er, don't talk nonsense! Look, your milky face is flushed. Qiu said her daughter, but there was a smile on her face.

Wang gently spat at his daughter-in-law and said annoy, "It's all you who have taught my girl Lan."

"Mom, you have wronged me. You taught Lan'er this girl. You can't blame your daughter-in-law for this. Qiu shouted that he was wronged, and there was a lot of laughter in the courtyard for a while.

Wang really lived up to expectations and persuaded Mo Quan. The next day, the big iron pot of the Mo family was covered with rice.

The time of the bracts should be covered with a layer of tender bracts leaves, so that the bracts can be more fragrant. The top of the pot should be tightly surrounded by cloth, so that the air can't leak. It's cooked quickly and delicious when exhaled.

As soon as the Xue brothers entered the partition, Qiu Dajun came in with a basin of exhaled bracts. The ears of golden bracts were hot, and the fruit was full, which made people want to nib them.

Behind the tray in Mo Changhe's hand is pickles. The pickled cucumbers are chopped and chopped with minced peppers and fried minced chicken. The pickles are very refreshing. Whether it is porridge or mixed rice, it is the choice. A plate of garlic eggplant. The garlic flavor is very strong and the flavor is very unique. A plate of kimchi is soaked in green onions, cabbage, beans and chili. It's crispy with a little sour taste, and it tastes very appetizing.

After Qiu Dajun put down the corn, he brought in a few bowls of cornstard porridge. This porridge was made of fine corn flour. It was boiled sparsely and boiled with a little old rock sugar. It tastes sweet, and Molan can drink two bowls alone.

"Lanlan, this is the rice. I haven't eaten corn for a long time. It's not time to collect the corn. Your family is really willing to eat it. The little fat man looked at the hot corn and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He said that it was strange that he was now particularly interested in the food of the Molan family. After eating here at noon, I don't think it's good to eat at Xuefu in the evening.

"In a few days, the corn will be old. Isn't it because I want to give you something fresh? We are willing to break up and eat at home. Molan smiled. In fact, she also wanted to reach out to eat the rice in the basin.

"It's hot, so hot, so fragrant, not old at all, the food made by Lanlan's is delicious." The little fat man was not polite on the ground. He strung one with chopsticks and began to nib. The bracts were very hot. He shouted hot twice in a row, but he didn't let go, blowing and nibbling.

Molan glanced at him and said to himself: That's because of the freedom to eat here. The delicious food in your house can't eat it.

"Lanlan, would you like to have some together?" Xue Lingyun gently shook the folding fan and said to Molan with a smile.

"You can't finish the rice. You can also eat some." Xue Lingfeng's voice was still cold, but it was rare for him to open his mouth to let Molan eat.

"There are still some in the backyard. You can eat it quickly. There is also porridge. If you don't have enough to eat, shout. I'll go to the backyard to clean the bracts for a while. I'll ask Manager Xue to take some back to give Mrs. Xue a taste. Molan smiled. Even if she wanted to eat, she wouldn't eat with them here.

"Remember to ask for silver." Xue Lingfeng told her coldly.

"I know, I don't do business at a loss." Molan returned him with a big smile. Turn around and go out.

The bracts at noon have been sold a lot. Molan thinks that this is much more cost-effective than selling grain, but there are advantages and disadvantages. If you sell more, you can eat less at home. There are only five ears of rice left, and so many people in the Mo family are not enough to eat.

Molan, who was full, rubbed her stomach. She planned to go to the front yard to digest the food.

As soon as I walked to the front yard, I met a woman.

In her thirties, the woman's face is beautiful, with slightly dark skin, a large earthy blue cloth coat, black leggings, a pair of black light cloth shoes, and white cloth socks inside, but the white has been washed and yellow. A small basket was bent on his left arm, just in time to enter the door of Molan's house.

"Aquat's aunt is here." Molan hurriedly called for someone. She knew that this woman was their Zhuang Liu Shuisheng's daughter-in-law, and there was a piece of land in her shop that was sold by her family.

"Lanlan, what are you doing?" Shuisheng's aunt was kind, and she also smiled when she saw Molan.

"I'm fine. Look at the vegetable garden. What's the matter, aunt? They are all in the backyard. Auntie, go in quickly." Molan knew that it must be wrong for the people in the village to put the basket into the door. She smiled and gave way in.

"My aunt won't go in. It's the same for Lanlan." Aunt Shuisheng did not go in, but stood up and said to Molan, "Auntie has nothing else to do. It's my aunt's house in front of this place. My aunt planted a few plum trees in this area. The plums were not easy to plant, so she lived two. My big hair likes to eat these plums. In previous years, Just have the cheek to ask for a few.

After listening to the intention, Mo Lan smiled. She knew the plum tree. She went to see it at that time, thinking that there would be fruit to eat. When the plums came out and grew up slowly, she was disappointed. The plum is too beautiful and small. It's not like the modern ones that are big and red. This plum is as big as a longan, and now it is yellow. When it grows red, it will be gone.

"If you want to eat, just pick it. Let's go. I'll take my aunt." Anyway, Molan doesn't care about this plum. It doesn't taste good at first glance. It must be sour. She doesn't like to eat it and is happy.

"That aunt, thank you, Lanlan. Don't have too much. It's enough for us to eat." As soon as Aunt Shuisheng heard Molan's promise, the smile on her face deepened and she followed Molan.

When she got to the plum tree, Shuisheng's aunt picked the plums on her feet. After picking some, she looked at the ground. A lot of them fell, and she began to pick them up on the ground again.

"Lanlan, don't you pick and eat at home? Look, there are a lot of people falling on the ground. Aunt Shuisheng asked Molan while picking it up.

"I didn't have time to eat, so I'm busy every day." Molan smiled shyly.

After listening to Molan's words, Aunt Shuisheng picked up a plum and broke it apart. She saw that there were many small black bugs in it. She threw them away and picked them up again. Finally, the fourth one is clean. The pulp is yellow, the pulp is dried, sandy, and separated from the shell.

"Try Lanlan."

Mo Lan looked at the plum handed over by Shuisheng's aunt. She didn't want to eat it, but it was someone's kindness. She took it with a smile and took a bite.