Chapter 9 Pickle Time

When she used to go to school, she liked to eat spicy cabbage at the school gate. The Platycodon pickles made by a Korean aunt are also her favorite. Thinking of this, Zhen Xing suddenly found that the future was bright.

As the saying goes, if God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you. Half an hour ago, Zhen Xing felt that there was no hope for her future life. Now, she felt that she was one step closer to the identity of the "Queen of Pickled Vegetables" and couldn't help but be complacent.

She walked into Qi Bosong's room with pickles and took out a piece of paper from Duobao. Spicy cabbage, pickled cucumber, and sour and spicy Platycodon are all indispensable. Of course, you can't drop hot and sour radish and chili sauce. Thinking of the pepper sauce, she couldn't help swallowing. There are too many extravagant days in the palace, and I actually forget that plainness is the truth of blessing.

It happens to be the harvest season of Platycodon grandiflorum, and most of the Platycodon grandiflorum has entered traditional Chinese medicine shops everywhere. Zhenxing can't take care of so much, as long as it is delicious.

She pulled Qi Bosong to the field of planting platycodon grandiflorum and saw that the oranges of the aunt's house above the ridge had piled up all over the ground. So I bought ten catties of Platycodon at the price of three silver and one catty.

Aunt Fang is very curious. What can ten catties of Platycodon grandiflorum do? Qi Bosong followed Zhen Xing home with Platycodon grandiflorum in his arms. Now, this small yard is quite lively.

Zhen Xing first soaks the Platycodon in the bath tub to clean it. Qi Bosong wondered that this specially made bathtub was originally one of Zhenxing's treasures, but now how can it be soaked in Platycodon?

Not only that, half an hour later, Zhen Xing fished them out and put them in a basin. She brought a small bench with a small blade in her hand, and kept peeling off the skin of the Platycodon with the blade.

Qi Bosong tried to drive her back to the house, but Zhen Xing refused. In desperation, Qi Bosong also joined the work. He admired her a little in his heart. He didn't have the air of a little master. He was not only kind, but also more hard-working. If it is placed in the home of ordinary people, it is really a good daughter-in-law.

Qi Boxong praised Zhen Xing in his heart, but he did not relax in his hand. He peeled off the skin of the Platycodon grandiflorum, and then divided the Platycodon into three sections and threw it into another basin.

From the morning until the sun went down in the afternoon, the ten catties of Platycodon finally completed the transformation. All the utensils that could be used at home were taken out and placed in the whole yard, large and small.

When the Platycodon grandiflorum is dried, you can pickle the delicious pickles. But Zhenxing is not idle. The cabbage hasn't grown well yet. It takes some time to make spicy cabbage. Now she plans to pickle spicy sauce and sweet and spicy cucumber strips.

The fresh cucumber was cut into strips by Zhenxing and Qi Bosong. In a small jar, Zhenxing put a layer of cucumber and a layer of salt. With the experience of the last failure, she was much more sure this time.

After the cucumber and salt are put in, the apricot seals the jar.

She was not idle, and five catties of local red peppers were placed in the yard. After cleaning, Qi Bosong was responsible for chopping it. He waved two kitchen knives and squinted his eyes to chop the peppers on the cutting board. An intriguing spicy flavor spread along his kitchen knife.

Zhenxing set a requirement for Qi Boxong that the more shredded the pepper, the better. Qi Bosong gave full play to his spirit of learning martial arts and clenched his teeth to complete this difficult and glorious task.

At this time, Zhen Xing was in the kitchen, shred an apple and a pear, and cut half a piece of ginger and a few garlic. There was a TV program specializing in Korean cuisine. She was so excited that she wrote down various recipes of Korean kimchi. She is still more confident in her craftsmanship.

When Qi Boxong's peppers were cut, Zhenxing threw the peppers into the pot with the cut ginger, garlic and salt, slowly waiting for them to be boiled, and then poured in apples, pears, sweet and sour. When the aroma was fragrant, Zhenxing closed the door of the stove and turned off the heat. After cooling down, Zhenxing first tasted it with her own chopsticks. She still checked some of the authentic Korean taste, but it was also delicious. She found a jar and put the hot sauce in it.

At dinner, Qi Bosong ate three bowls of rice with hot sauce.

A few days later, Platycodon grandiflorum was dried, and Zhenxing soaked the dried Platycodon grandiflorum in cold water. She remembers that Koreans do this to make it easy to get rid of the smell of Platycodon.

The Platycodon entered the water, and Zhen Xing took the cucumber out of the jar for the sixth time, poured out the juice inside, sealed the cucumber jar again, and waited for it to be opened again after 20 days.

In the yard, Qi Bosong cut the radish into strips according to Zhen Xing's instructions, so his small yard became the world of radishes again. The room is no longer filled with a faint smoked fragrance, but with the special smell of various pickles.

Early the next morning, Zhen Xing took out the Platycodon and dried the water. She put the Platycodon into a small jar. Add salt, soy sauce, sugar, vinegar, green onion, ginger, sesame oil, monosodium glutamate, and chili noodles and mix well. Seal the lid and wait for it to be marinated.

Taking advantage of the time, Zhenxing made another jar of chili sauce. Qi Bosong is addicted to chili sauce. He has three meals in the morning, afternoon and evening. He can't eat without chili sauce. The chili sauce made last time has been eaten by him.

When the radish strips are dried to eight minutes, they grandly appear on the stage of history. Heat the sesame oil, add chili powder and fry until slightly yellow. Pour the chili powder into the dried radish. Put salt, sugar, Sichuan pepper, and large ingredients into the pot and add water to boil. Add monosodium glutamate to cool down and pour it into the jar. Stir hard with dried radish. After evenly, seal it. Just waiting to be sold in the village.

Zhenxing was very satisfied, and she was very comfortable when she saw that she was about to become the "Queen of Pickled Vegetables". However, Qi Bosong was not comfortable. First, he did not have the ability to feed Zhenxing and had a negative grace. Second, the cabbage in the field recently gave birth to worms, which made him very angry. Although there are experienced farmers' advice, the number of insects is only unabated.

Seeing Qi Bosong's sad face all day long, Zhen Xing secretly figured out the source of his anxiety. However, there is no pesticides this year, and how to repel insects has become a top priority.

Put a scarecrow in the field to drive away crows. What can you put to drive away insects? This cast a shadow on the hearts of Zhen Xing and Qi Boxong.

Qi Bosong is dejected and expects to grow wheat and cotton next spring. At his own level of farming, he is afraid of what he will lose.

It seems that we need to make another plan. In his heart, Qi Bosong did not support Zhenxing's business. In the view of the flag man, doing business belongs to the low-class industry. The flag man will not put down his body to do business on the day when he is so poor that he starves to death.

But Zhen Xing's persistence and love for life deeply infected him. Now, he is "not ashamed but proud" and thinks that doing business is a good way out.

But what kind of business should I do?

Qi Boxong hasn't figured it out yet, but Zhenxing's pickle stall opened quietly.

There is a small stall in the mouth of the town for no reason. People who come and go to the field to see that the daughter-in-law of the Qi family is busy in the stall.

There are only two tables and eight chairs in the stall, and free boiled water is provided. Curiously, there are several jars on a large table in the stall. Only when a good person came forward to inquire did he know that the daughter-in-law of the Qi family had an idea of pickles.

There are sarcasm and sarcasm, thinking that there is nothing to do in the pickle business, and it's just a few radishes back and forth. There are also those who are curious and don't be afraid of the poison inside. They have the courage to buy ten big ones, Platycodon and pickles. Zhenxing's pickle stall opened quietly in a piece of criticism.

Li's daughter-in-law is carrying a basket of lunch and preparing to deliver food to the man in the field. When passing by Zhenxing's pickle stall, he saw that there was no one around and rushed in sneakily.

"Little Qi's daughter-in-law, give me ten hot sauce." As Li's daughter-in-law said, she took out a bowl from the basket. Zhen Xing smiled apologetically and said, "I'm really sorry. The hot sauce has just been sold out. Or, would you like to try something else?

After saying that, I took the bowl.

"Oh, can you have hot sauce tomorrow?" Li's daughter-in-law asked.

Zhen Xing rolled up her sleeves and took out the last little sweet and spicy cucumber from the pickle jar. She smiled and said, "It should be available tomorrow. You can try this pickle. It's my treat."

With that, Zhen Xing handed the pickles to Li's daughter-in-law.

The honest Li's daughter-in-law took the bowl in fear and hurriedly took the money out of her pocket. Zhen Xing pushed her money back in a panic and said with a smile, "Try it. If it's delicious, buy more when you come next time."

Looking at Zhen Xing's sincere appearance, the daughter-in-law of the Li family felt a little uneasy. After taking back the money, she quickly said a few polite words and went to the ground with a basket.

Zhen Xing looked at the pickles in the jar, and each jar was empty. Although she does not plan to have a limited supply, if it is sold out all of a sudden, she will lose her job again. Although the radishes and platycodon at home have been exposed to the yard, I'm afraid it will take seven or eight days to marinate it well. Even the cucumbers and pickles have almost bottomed out.

Although the people in the town want to be face and don't say that her pickles are delicious, the eldest girl and daughter-in-law always like to sneak into her house when no one sees them.

Zhenxing is down-to-earth in business. Even if it is out of stock, she also wants to send some pickles for them to taste. In the next few days, she made a lot of repeat customers. In this era, my life is honest. When I take other people's things, I feel that I owe someone favors me, and I always try my best to return them.

Zhen Xing put a few jars on the car and put down two tree trunks with curtains. It was only noon that she had finished buying things for a day and pushed the car home.

At home, Qi Bosong was cutting red peppers quickly. He cut more than 30 catties in the morning. His hands were sore. As soon as he saw Zhen Xing push the door in, Qi Bosong hurriedly greeted him. He, who was going to pick up Zhenxing, was a step late.