Rebirth of the Pastoral Wife

Chapter 57

She can also say that her brother thought about throwing it away, so it's a pity to distribute it to the nearby relatives!

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Song grunted and washed the radishes, ignoring Baoniang.

In the beginning of winter, although there is no snowfall, the weather is still extremely cold, especially the water in the well, although it is milder than the water in the stream outside, it is still bone-chillingly cold.

Worried about Mrs. Song's body, Bao Niang immediately tugged on the sleeves of her clothes, and started, "Mother, I'm here to help wash so many radishes, what should I do? It will spoil if left unattended!"

There is a cellar at home, but it can't fit so much. Besides, I have to store things for the Chinese New Year in a while, and there is no end to put radishes.

Mrs. Song pushed her hand away, "Don't move, the water is very cold, take care of yourself..." Knowing that she has been in poor health, especially when the moon letter comes, the pain is even worse, Mrs. Song is also delicate My daughter is not willing to let her suffer a little bit.

"Where is she so delicate, she is in good health!" Bao Niang smiled and didn't care too much.

Her body was not touched by cold water before, but now it is very different. Although Yuexin will feel a little painful when it comes, it is much better. It is not in vain to eat so many spiritual herbs and space spiritual energy!
"You little girls, you must take care of your body, otherwise you will suffer in the future!"

Not to mention whether the intercourse will be harmonious in the future, but giving birth will be painful. The few days of a woman's life are especially important, and she should take good care of herself at ordinary times. These are all insights from Mrs. Song's personal experience, especially for Baoniang. Mingmian taught her to take care of herself.

No matter how close you are, there are times when you can't take care of your body, and you have to take care of your body.

After washing most of the radishes, Bao Niang stood aside, Song didn't let her do it, and didn't know what to do.

"Mom, you rest, I'll come..."

"It's okay, you take two radishes and fry a dish. There is rice porridge in the pot. It is made with the umami you bought, and some dried dates are put in it. You can eat when you are done cooking!" The very nimble hand took the loofah pulp and rubbed it vigorously on the radish.

The radishes are all home-grown, and when they are dug out from the ground, they are covered with mud, especially in some thin stripes, which are sticky a lot, and can only be cleaned with force.

Today's sun is not too bright, it dissipates just by showing a little head, and the rest is the overwhelming cold wind blowing, Bao Niang felt that she was wearing too little clothes, so she went back to the house and added a cotton clip to the inside of the clothes , it was warmer.

I made it for her parents a few days ago, and seeing the leftover fabric, I didn't want to waste it, so I made a thinner one for myself.

Gently pinching the waist, a light green thin jacket looks slender and slender. The white and smooth skin is pale and cold by the cold wind. The northern weather is dry and cold, but it does not affect the good skin on Baoniang's face at all.

To be honest, her own conditions were carefully raised by Father Liu and Mrs. Song.

"I'll cut these radishes, you go to the big salt, pickle these later, and eat them in winter..." Song told Bao Niang about her plans for the winter, but couldn't help but lament.

The family doesn't have much income, so Father Liu can't go out with those young people to find odd jobs to earn money, and he can't add an extra dowry to his daughter, for fear that Baoniang's dowry will be less and it will be difficult to marry to the Xiao family.

But the family really couldn't afford anything, they didn't dare to use the money Xiao Yuanshan gave, they just thought that when Bao Niang got married, they would bring it back, it was also a little capital for their life to start.

Now the family's expenses are all in exchange for the little things that Baoniang messed with, and even the tuition fees of the two grandchildren are paid by her own daughter. Although Song is proud, she feels very proud. pressure.

"Well, I see, are you going to pickle the radish strips? The remaining carrots are all pickled. Isn't there a lot of brine from last year? Let's add some and use it. I think it tastes good. !" Bao Niang said, thinking, and took out the sauce from the space in a while.

I remember that time when she was making bolognese noodles in the space, Dabai was dissatisfied with the sauce she made, so she wanted to make it herself, but unexpectedly the sauce was quite delicious.

Because it was delicious, Bao Niang asked Dabai to make more, but there are several kinds that can be used to make pickles!

"That's fine, the salt water is also clean, but you can't put down so many radishes? I wonder if you should send some to your elder brother's and second brother's house?" Although the two sons are not very filial, it is okay, Song There are some good things in his hands, and he is also thinking about his two sons.

Bao Niang is not dissatisfied with this. In her life, people who have separated from home are like this. They don't have the same feelings for their parents when they lived together, and they don't have the same feelings for those who are tempered by the pressure of life. Use that free time to do other things.

"Okay, we can't finish eating anyway, so I'll go get the basket!"

Three and a half large pickle jars have been sorted out, just wait for Mrs. Song to put the chopped radishes in.

Song also wanted to teach Baoniang some housework, so she filled the basket with Baoniang, and the two of them were about to go out each carrying a basket. Baoniang looked at Song's struggling, and said warmly, "Mother, Leave it alone for now, I'll be there in a while!"

"It's okay, I'll deliver it together, and I'll ask you to make pickles when I come back. My mother heard that there are still pickles that I don't know how to make. You will add them up for me later..."

Pickled vegetables are more delicious than pickled vegetables, with a hint of sweetness in the taste. Mrs. Song was also fortunate to taste it once at someone else's house. That person did not hide his secrets, and only told Mrs. Song the ingredients and method, but now She is a little powerless, she really can't make this pickle by herself!
"That's good, I want to learn some too!" Pickled vegetables, which happened to be with her, paired with the kimchi and pickles she developed, she still can't believe that they can't be sold at a good price this winter.

Bao Niang didn't want her mother to see the irritating face of the second sister-in-law, so she turned around and went to the second sister-in-law's house, opened the door, and saw a small man standing in the yard, slowly feeding the weeds A white sheep tied to a tree.

"Chun Miao, where are your parents? Are you at home alone?" Bao Niang put down the basket and looked at the little girl and asked.

When Chunmiao saw that it was Baoniang, she felt a little happy, and the little girl called out in a childish voice, "Little aunt, my father has gone out to work, and my mother is at the aunt's house next door. I will call my mother..."

"No, Chunmiao is so good. Come on, sister-in-law put these things at home and don't take them away. Grandma asked sister-in-law to give them to you. How about grandma?"

"Okay, grandma is the best!" She will also give her delicious food.

"From now on, I will go to grandma's house to play more, my sister-in-law has a lot of delicious food!" I don't know why, the children of the second brother's family never go to their hometown, and when they see their grandparents, they just nod and shout and leave.

(End of this chapter)