My village can't be like this

Chapter 457 The weather is hot, it’s better to eat rice skins

After being brought into the space by Zhang An, the two little orioles didn't panic at all.

They had just adapted to the atmosphere of the space, and now they were enjoying it very much.

Instead, the two little guys stood on Zhang An's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, with their heads raised, looking arrogant.

Zhang An found a tree for them in the place closest to the courtyard, and rebuilt the bird's nest that Erwa had dismantled.

"Okay, little cuties, your next task is to hatch the eggs well and hatch the children as soon as possible. I will release you back to the free mountains and forests as soon as possible."

With a wave of his hand, the two little orioles flew back to their nest from Zhang An's shoulders.

At no point did he plan to abandon the nest just because the second baby had dismantled it.

This also has a lot to do with Erwa's method of taking out the bird's nest. Although the nest was dismantled, it was not dismantled at all. It was dismantled intact.

The two little guys got into the nest for a while, and stood on the branches beside the nest for a while. Their pink little mouths called "chirp, chirp, chirp", but their eyes like wearing sunglasses were staring at the surroundings.

This was their environment in a familiar space, so Zhang An did not continue to care about them and quickly turned his attention away from them.

Entering the yard, Zhang An picked up the purple gourds and yellow gourds that he had washed and nourished with glutinous rice soup and looked at them.

Everyone plugged it, and there was no longer the bitter smell that they smelled before, replaced by a quiet scent of glutinous rice.

A layer of blood-red rice milk coating has already formed on the inner walls of the two gourds. In fact, this is the membrane formed by being moistened with rice milk for a long time.

It's just that it's cleaner and more hygienic than filling beeswax directly, and it's more resistant to high temperatures.

As long as you don't fill them with hot liquid in the future, you don't have to worry about scalding them.

At this point, the two gourds that Zhang An spent a lot of thought on have been developed.

Pour out the rice milk inside the two gourds and clean them with spring water. The two gourds can be used normally.

Zhang An thought that after he went out, he would ask his mother to help him braid two ropes and tie them to the gourd, so that he could carry them on his back when he went out.

When we came to the edge of the spring, there were several adult turtles stretching their four short legs on the bank.

A small pit has been dug out behind their buttocks, and they are currently laying eggs in it.

If any egg-laying tortoise outside suddenly sees someone, the eggs that have not yet been laid will definitely be held back, and they will quickly think of ways to escape. Laying eggs is not as important as the life of the turtle.

But these old turtles in the space act like you're looking at them, I'll do mine, don't bother me.

They have long since become shameless, and are not afraid of Zhang An at all, because they have been looked at by Zhang An for a long time, and there is nothing they are not used to.

These female turtles shake their bodies every time they lay an egg, feeling like they are doing something very exciting.

After a while, all of them had finished enjoying themselves. They waved their hind legs to cover the newly laid turtle eggs with the mud they had uncovered. Then they took small leisurely steps and crawled back to the group in the pool.

If Zhang An was a little weak, they might not be able to live such a leisurely life.

In the spring water, the few river groups that were released last time have now begun to expand their own groups.

Behind several large river groups, there are a group of small river groups that grow gradually. It should not be long before they start to grow up.

Zhang An reached into the water and stroked a few of the river's long tail fins, then left the edge of the spring and walked into the medicine field.

All the medicinal herbs inside are growing prosperously, which will be life-saving in the future.

And the rejuvenation grass brought back by Big Jerry is also growing stronger and stronger. At the thick tip of the pen, you can see that the male flowers underground have already bloomed.

And on the big red pen tip, several bees have already flown over, crawling around on it, carefully collecting pollen.

Fortunately, this thing attracts bees, which proves that the secretion from its mushroom head should be sweet water like nectar.

If this thing attracts ants, cockroaches, etc., Zhang An really can't believe how "delicious" this thing is.

After all, bees’ preferences are similar to those of humans. They don’t like smelly smells. For example, they won’t go near smelly flowers.

Cockroaches, ants and flies are just the opposite of bees. They like anything with a pungent smell. Generally, the smellier the smell, the more attracted they are.

After these big mushroom heads are favored by the industrious little bees, it will probably not take long for them to produce their own seeds.

Zhang An felt that he needed to hurry up and find a batch of suitable parasitic plants for them so that their seeds could continue to grow.

Otherwise, if they can't find a suitable host when they produce seeds, they will probably have no choice but to lie dormant in the soil until they find a suitable host.

This thing is a little hard to find. Zhang An still wants to rely on this one to grow bigger and stronger, create greater glory, and then plant it in the medicinal fields outside.

After leaving the space, Zhang An found that his mother had not returned from a visit.

She must have been summoned by someone else, otherwise she would have been back long ago at this time.

"Daughter-in-law, if you want to eat something today, I will make it for you."

It's almost noon now, so I can only pick up my sleeves and prepare to cook.

"The weather is too hot. I don't seem to want to eat anything. Why don't we eat rice noodles today? I think I heard the jelly seller coming to our village."

Su Ying originally had no appetite because of the hot weather, but at this time, the old man selling jelly on a motorcycle entered the village in time.

Zhang An stood at the door and looked towards the bridge. Sure enough, Uncle Liangfen was at the door of Dongli Courtyard.

His motorcycle logo is obvious, because there are large baskets tied to several shelves, and he is currently surrounded by a group of old ladies from Dongli Yard.

"Okay, you wait at home, and I'll go over to him and buy a few more pounds."

Zhang An found a vegetable basin from the kitchen and prepared to go directly.

In fact, you can just wait for the jelly man at the door. After all, since he is coming, he must enter the village.

But Zhang An didn't know how much of the Liangpi he brought out today was left. If he arrived late, the old ladies would snatch them all away.

In the past, when the jelly master came to visit the village, he usually brought more jelly and not much liangpi.

Because at that time, people in every village bought more jelly noodles, and few people bought liangpi.

But now it's different. After the old ladies from Dongli Courtyard came, they didn't buy jelly very much, but they liked to buy jelly.

The amount of goods Mr. Liangfen brings every time is really not enough for them to buy.

Sure enough, at the bridge where Zhang An came, a group of old ladies were surrounding Mr. Liangfen, all of them buying Liangpi.

"Uncle, is there any rice cake left today?"

Zhang An didn't push up to take a look. After all, they were all a group of elderly ladies. He didn't have the courage, so he asked through the crowd.

"For others, don't worry. This time I brought an extra basket of rice peels here just for you."

The jelly man is not stupid. He didn’t bring so many rice peels in the past because he didn’t sell well.

Since I came to Changqing last time, I knew that people here especially like to buy his rice noodles, so I brought an extra basket this time.

And he likes coming here very much, because these old ladies buy rice skins from him with money instead of broken rice. Zhang An knew there were still more and was not in a hurry, so he squatted on the roadside and waited for the old ladies to finish buying them first.

After waiting for half a minute, the old ladies had dispersed, and it was finally Zhang An's turn.

"How many pounds do you want, young man?"

The jelly man wiped the knife he used to cut the jelly with a towel and raised his head to ask Zhang An.

"If you still have more, let's weigh ten kilograms of rice skin and five kilograms of jelly."

The weather has been hot these days, and Su Ying's appetite is a bit weak, but the jelly man doesn't come every day, so Zhang An plans to buy more.

Anyway, you can put it in the space, and when you take it out to eat tomorrow, it will still be as fresh.

"Are you going to use broken rice this time?"

Uncle Liangfen has been to Changqing many times. Although he can’t recognize Zhang An’s name, he also knows that he is an authentic villager.

People in the village don't like to spend money to buy jelly from him, so they usually use sifted broken rice.

"Just use money, I don't have that much broken rice at home."

Zhang An said with a smile, it's not that there is no broken rice at home, but that he wants to keep the broken rice to make wine.

The uncle was very happy when he heard that. The ten kilograms of rice skins that were originally weighed were so high that he cut another one for Zhang An.

This is mainly because Zhang An's family has bought jelly from him for so many years, so he is a repeat customer.

Moreover, Zhang An bought more this time, and he still used money. He made more money than broken rice, so he gave a little more.

Mr. Liangfen is also a veteran in business, otherwise this business would not have lasted for so many years.

"Why did you buy so much? How many meals will it take to finish it?"

When Zhang An returned home, Su Ying's eyes widened as she looked at the basin full of cold noodles.

She felt that Zhang An was preparing to feed the pigs, doing so much.

"I'm not thinking that the weather is very hot these days and it's suitable for eating rice noodles, so I'll buy some more to keep. After all, the man selling jelly doesn't come every day, so I won't have to buy it if I want to."

Zhang An put down the cold skin and jelly, then went to the vegetable garden to pick up some green onions, coriander and Zheer roots.

To eat cold skin, these things are indispensable.

"But this is too much. It would be a pity if it goes bad. Our mother will definitely tell you when she comes back."

Su Ying silently calculated that the most she could get per ton was two or three taels. This pot would probably be enough for her to eat dozens of meals.

But she seems to have forgotten that the men in her family need at least a pound of bottom per meal, and this pot is actually not much.

"It's okay. I can find a place to put it. I guarantee that when I take it out to eat tomorrow, it will taste the same as today. By the way, do you want some shredded bean sprouts? The shredded bean sprouts made by my second grandma are delicious."

Picking up the chives and coriander in his hand, Zhang An talked about the jar of shredded bean sprouts made by his second mistress.

Shredded bean sprouts are marinated in shredded vegetables. They are very delicious when used to steam meat, make noodles, or mix with cold skin.

"You go about your business, I'll go get it."

Sure enough, when it came to food, Su Ying was led astray by Zhang An.

"No, no, no, I've already picked the green onions. Please help me pick the ears. I'll be back in a while."

Zhang An shook his head and said, relying on the second grandmother's love for her grandson-in-law and great-grandson, if Su Ying went, it would probably take a long time to come back.

Entering the kitchen, Zhang An found a soup bowl, filled some cold skin and brought it over.

When we came to the yard of the old man's house, the two elders were having lunch in the yard.

"Grandma, it's time to eat. I bought some rice noodles. You can wait until lunch time to eat them."

Although the two elders are already eating at this moment, it is still quite comfortable to eat cold skin at two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

"You don't have anything to eat. If you don't have anything to eat, just eat some here."

The old lady had long refused her grandson's kindness to them. Anyway, they accepted whatever Zhang An gave them.

"I haven't eaten yet. Let's have rice noodle for lunch. I'll come over and grab some shredded bean sprouts to mix with the rice noodle. Su Ying said the shredded bean sprouts made with milk are delicious."

If Su Ying were here, she would definitely roll her eyes at him after hearing this. It was obviously what he wanted to eat, so why did he become him.

"If Xiaoying likes to eat, you can take the jar back. We don't eat it often anyway."

When the old lady heard that it was her granddaughter-in-law who wanted to eat, she put down her rice bowl and took Zhang An into the kitchen.

He took out a jar from the lower level of the cupboard. As soon as he opened it, Zhang An smelled a very fragrant smell.

After the shredded bean sprouts are prepared, they can be packed in jars like pickles. If sealed, they can be stored for several years without spoiling.

"It's not that much. She just wants to take a bite when she wants to come. She doesn't eat it every day. I just grab a little and that's enough."

This jar can hold more than ten kilograms, and it will probably last a whole year when you take it home.

The old lady thought the same thing. My grandson-in-law is pregnant with her great-grandson. How can she eat such rotten pickles every day? She must eat some good ones.

"Milk, that's a lot. This is enough to eat. I'll catch it when it's finished."

The old lady was very good at what she did. She took the chopsticks and put them into the jar. After just a few times, the soup bowl Zhang An brought was filled with more than half of it.

"Then you eat first, and then come over and catch them when you're done."

After holding a full bowl, the old lady stopped with satisfaction.

"Then grandma, I'll go back first."

With a bowl full of shredded sprouts, Zhang Anxin went back satisfied.

When he got home, Zhang An cut all the prepared side dishes, and also cut two cucumbers.

Of course, Wang Fang’s pickled pickled radish is also indispensable.

I don’t eat sour food in June, so I swerved when walking. Wang Fang’s pickled sour radish tasted very refreshing.

Zhang An took out two of them, washed them, and cut them into diced radish cubes. He would eat them with rice noodles later, which would make them more delicious.

"Daughter-in-law, dinner is ready."

After Zhang An prepared a bowl of red oil chili, it was time to start the meal. He took the lead in mixing a bowl and handed it to Su Ying.

Although Zhang Jianguo and Wang Fang haven't come back yet, Liangpi can eat his own food without waiting to be together.

(End of this chapter)