Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 271 Chapter 270 : Bean Fragrance

Song Qiu got up early today, and a few days ago her uncle's family brought her a lot of dried beans.

To make bean curd, she also bought a lot of it herself. There are too many beans, and they will be left alone, so Song Qiu plans to make bean curd.

Stir-fry twice-cooked pork or just eat it like this, it is delicious.

It was soaked in clear water last night, and now the fire is on, put water in the pot, and pour the soaked beans into it.

Bring to a boil over high heat.

To stay at home and cook the beans, Song Qiu simply buried a few sweet potatoes under the firewood in the stove hole, and after a while they were cooked, it would be today's breakfast.

The fire was high, the pot was bubbling, and the beans were being boiled vigorously.

To make bean fragrance, the boiled beans are very particular. If you boil them too raw, the resulting bean fragrance will not taste good.

So you have to master that degree.

Knead the soybeans with your fingers, they can be smashed, and the beans feel very doughy.

Then there will be a fresh fragrance coming out and it will be fine.

At this moment the beans were cooked, Song Qiu and old Yuan shi had eaten sweet potatoes for breakfast, and old Yuan shi had already gone to the workshop.

Song Qiu was the only one left at home.

The boiled beans are packed in a Shau Kei and drained.

Take a large shaukei and put clean rice straw under it. Last time I made mildewed watercress, I went to my uncle’s house and brought back a lot of good straw. There are still a lot left, which can be used just right.

After paving, pour the drained beans in and spread them evenly, and then cover the top with a layer of rice straw to cover the beans.

In this way, just put it away and wait for it to ferment naturally.

It has the same effect as moldy Douban.

The fermentation time is about the same. When the beans look like there are many filaments, you can transfer the beans from the Shau Kei to a clean clay pot.

At this time, put the salt and other seasonings, take it out to bask in the sun, and the bean fragrance is ready.

At that time, whether it is used to stir-fry twice-cooked pork, or to make fermented soybeans, it doesn't matter.

Right now Song Qiu gave the beans to the mold, and it was almost time, so he washed his hands, closed the door, and planned to go to the inn.

But after going down the gentle slope, she turned into the village first.

Enter the trail in the village, walk forward for a while, and arrive at a house on the left.

During the daytime in the village, as long as there are people at home, the gate of the courtyard is not closed. People in the courtyard can be seen from outside the fenced courtyard.

Song Qiu stepped in, and in the courtyard Mrs. Zhao was carrying a basket of grass, just after putting it down, she went out to mow the grass, so she just came back.

Seeing Song Qiu coming, he hurriedly greeted with a smile, "It's girl Aqiu, come in and sit down. Look, my hands are dirty. Wait a minute. I'll wash my hands and grab pumpkin seeds for you to eat."

"Grandma Zhao, don't be too busy. I'm here to ask for some goat milk. I heard that your ewe just gave birth to a lamb, right?"

The Zhao family didn't have many sheep breeders, just a few ewes, which were specially fed for their young and raised for sale.

Old man Zhao is a good sheep breeder. I heard that it is a skill passed down from his ancestors. Before their family escaped from disaster, they raised more sheep. It is not an exaggeration to say that they have opened up a sheep farm.

Mrs. Zhao heard that she wanted to ask for some goat's milk, and then she saw that she was holding a pottery basin, and she was also surprised. Why do you want goat's milk?
The daughter-in-law of the Liu family in Dashi Village across the street gave birth to a baby and died of heavy bleeding. Her mother-in-law heard that her ewe gave birth to a calf, and she would come here every day to ask for a bowl of goat milk to feed the baby.

The Song family doesn't have a baby to nurse either.

Although it was strange, Mrs. Zhao didn't ask any more questions, and hurriedly said, "Okay, wait a minute. I'll get it for you after I wash my hands."

She would give goat milk to people from other villages who came begging for it. There was no reason why she would not give it when Song Qiu came. Besides, her son was still working in the workshop.

This goat's milk is not worth anything. This time the ewe is giving birth to a calf. It is well-growth, fat, and has plenty of milk. But it only gave birth to one calf, so it is not afraid that the ewe will not have enough milk to feed it.

Mrs. Zhao is a swift person, she washed her hands quickly and came out, took the small pottery basin brought by Song Qiu, and went to the backyard.

The Zhao family's sheep pen is at the back, and usually people don't want others to look behind. Song Qiu didn't follow in, but just waited outside.

On the left is the Cao family, and the Cao family is also the most populous in the village, just one more person than the Song family.

Just Mrs. Cao, her son Cao Daqiao, and Cao Daqiao's seven-year-old daughter Miao Xiang.

Mrs. Cao was working in the workshop, and Cao Daqiao was lame in one leg, so she often just wove some small flower baskets and bamboo weaving things at home.

He is dexterous, and his work is very delicate. When he makes up more, Mrs. Cao will take Miao Xiang to Daji or the town with these things, and sell them for some money. This is also the biggest source of income for the Cao family. .

When Song Qiu looked over, Cao Daqiao happened to be sitting under the eaves weaving baskets. He was always taciturn, and he didn't talk much to the villagers. Everyone knew his temperament, so they didn't lean towards him.

His daughter-in-law disappeared not long after Miao Xiang was born. After all these years, he has not remarried. The family is not rich and has a lame leg. It is difficult to talk about his daughter-in-law again.

Song Qiu looked down again, and saw Miao Xiang who was pouring dung water on the vegetables in the vegetable garden.

In memory, this Miao Xiang also had the same quiet temperament as her father, almost always doing work, busy at home, and never coming out to play with her peers.

On the other hand, Zhang Zaohua, who is about the same age, can talk to her a few words, and she has also been to Zhang's house to play, so compared to others, she is more familiar with Song Qiu.

No, seeing Song Qiu looking at her in the courtyard of the Zhao family, Miao Xiang raised her head to look over her, and then called Sister Aqiu in a low voice, as a way of saying hello, and then resumed her busy work.

Song Qiu nodded, and didn't intend to disturb other people's work. After all, with such a big difference in age, she and Miao Xiang had nothing to talk about.

Just looking at a little girl who is only seven years old holding a dung ladle and pouring dung with a little effort, I can't help but sigh that life is not easy.

There are too many people in this world who are not easy.

After sighing, she was about to look away when she saw that Miao Xiang didn't get the scoop of dung, and accidentally splashed the dung on her lap. She didn't stop, and fell into the vegetable field.

Cao Daqiao was busy weaving baskets and didn’t see it. Song Qiu’s station was just a few steps away from Cao’s vegetable garden. Vegetable garden, go and pull Miao Xiang up.

Miao Xiang stood up with her strength, and quickly thanked her, "Thank you sister Aqiu, the field has just been poured with manure, and the smell is strong, you should go out quickly."

The most important thing is that her feet are still full of feces.

Seeing that he could stand upright, Song Qiu didn't intend to keep it, so he hurriedly told him to change his pants and shoes, otherwise he would be wet with excrement, and it was a cold day.

He turned his head and wanted to go back to Zhao's house the same way, but he inadvertently saw a red mark on the collarbone of Xiao Miaoxiang, whose clothes were not too thick and the neckline was not too high.

Immediately, Song Qiu raised his eyebrows, and when he wanted to take a closer look, Miao Xiang had already turned around and left the vegetable garden.

Song Qiu shook his head, thinking maybe it was a birthmark or something?I didn't think much about it.

(End of this chapter)