Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 97: Mountain goods.

As Cen Abao was walking, he saw a large forest in front of him.

Looking up again, the woods are full of things.

She shouted excitedly: "Look, look, there are a lot of wild goods here."

The green burr is half-open, and inside is a brown chestnut.

The mountain-yellow hickory is covered with granny-like loving lines.

There are also small pagoda-like pine cones.

"Developed, developed." Cen Abao jumped on the withered leaves and creaked, waving his little hands in greeting.

The villagers were all greeted by her.

Looking at these things is also very exciting.

"Hit, beat the chestnuts down."

"And walnuts."

A few gentlemen headed by Boss Cen rolled up their sleeves and climbed up. Two of them were in charge of a tree.

One climbs a tree, one puts his head down and picks it up again.

Boss Cen climbed up slowly, grasping the branches with both hands and picking them up very fast, until the hands that picked them were worn out at the end, even so, he gritted his teeth and insisted on continuing to work.

Walnuts and chestnuts can be rougher.

But pine cones can't do it.

Some pine nuts have opened their mouths. Wouldn't it be broken if they were smashed down?

Boss Cen raised his neck and shouted: "You break off the branches and take them whole."

Picking from the top and picking from the bottom, everyone was too tired to straighten up.

What can I do?Can you rest?No, some gritted their teeth and insisted on picking, and could rest when they had done enough in one breath, and some continued to pick with fists and waists.

"There are not enough sacks, who will go back and get them?"

It was picked up during the day and wiped black, and the road could not be seen clearly, so the villagers stopped with still unsatisfied intentions.

Old Madam Cen was also tired and wiped her eyes, the sweat dripping into her eyes: "Okay, this area is our land, who can come here in this wilderness, go back and rest first, but Don't ruin this old body, who will pick it up if you can't get up tomorrow."

Hearing this, the big guy felt much more at ease.

There are piles of mountain goods inside and outside the house.

People in the village hold these things all the year round, and their eyes are like rulers, and they can tell how many there are at a glance.

The hickory nuts are about [-] catties.

The chestnuts are about five hundred catties.

The pine cone is about [-] catties.

"What can I do with so many things? Sell them directly?" Some villagers questioned. These things are only seen in high-end restaurants, but they are what rich people eat, so don't break them.

Cen Abaomian's goat-like breasts sounded: "Uncles, aunts, grandparents, the little dirty boy and I know what to do with this thing, please wait for us for a while."

Like Qi Zeyao, Cen Abao grabbed a handful and asked Mrs. Cen to sneak into the house.

After the hard work and building of the villagers, there is already a well-formed stove in the house.

Cen Abao picked up a small bench and stood on it like a little general: "Grandma, let's fry the walnuts first, one is to make them open and easy to peel, and the other is to fry them until they are cooked."

You should know that the walnuts that are taken out are all raw, and they are still a little damp, so they cannot be eaten directly.

Light the fire, heat the pot, put a little oil to moisten the pot, let go of the walnuts in the pot, and churn it over a low heat.

When the surface of the walnut changes color, cracks, and the walnut kernel inside also changes color, it means it is cooked.

"Grandma, this is just the simplest fried walnut, the kind that can be sold, let's try selling it first."

Old Madam Cen sighed: "My dear grandson is smart, listen to my dear grandson."

Qi Zeyao was the king of cheers, so he naturally nodded. He took a pot and put the walnuts in a cool place to let it cool automatically.

(End of this chapter)