The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 55 Apricot Blossom Spring Rain (1)
He is the only one who acts like a baby and is so arrogant and not annoying... Su Xiazhi thought foolishly.

"Why are you standing there?" Min Lansheng pointed at the eggs: "If the lady is not tired, pick these first, they are already dry."

"Okay!" Su Xiazhi also rolled up her sleeves and dragged the straw mat to the door of the kitchen, took the shochu and salt and processed the eggs one by one according to the method last time, and asked Xiucai to help them put them in the water next to the wall in the tank.

There is only one pickle jar at home, which can't hold [-] eggs. Miss Su cleaned out the unused water tank a few days ago to hold eggs.

The two were talking and laughing while working, and Su Xiazhi also told the scholar about his sister-in-law's happiness: "Mother said..."

What she said casually, the content passed in her mind for a while, and she immediately changed the content: "Mother said that the child will not be born until the beginning of autumn, and it is a good time."

After laying the eggs, Min Lansheng poured water to wash off the salt on his hands, looked up at Su Xiazhi and pursed his lips with a smile: "No hurry, we are still young."

"Bah!" Now it was Su Xiazhi's turn to blush, secretly feeling that this talent is amazing!As soon as he started, he guessed what his mother was saying.

Today, Aunt Su really took her hand and said, "Hurry up and conceive one, and help you pull it up while your mother is still strong. You can't give your brother a child without a daughter..."

Pulling Miss Su, who was blushing and hot, to wash her hands, Min Lansheng wiped her off carefully, "Have you eaten yet?"

"That's right!" When it comes to eating Su Xiazhi, I immediately think of the elm tree at the entrance of the village: "Let's go, let's pick elm money and eat it steamed at night."

Taking a stool and stepping on it, Min Lansheng took a bamboo pole and knocked down a lot of bright yellow elm money that was within reach under the elm tree. Su Xiazhi squatted under the tree and picked up the good ones and picked up a basket full of them.

"Yo, Xiucai, do you eat this too?" Aunt Gao came back from the field with a bamboo basket in her hand, with a few bowls and chopsticks in it.

"Auntie has delivered food." Su Xiazhi hurriedly got up and said, "I'm greedy and I can't reach it, so I begged my husband to get some for me."

Aunt Gao took off the veil on her head, wiped her forehead, nodded and smiled, "Scholars are so lucky, your wife is a person who knows how to live... In the past, the elm money on this tree was picked only by a few old women in the village. Eat it. Those daughters-in-law and younger generations all find it troublesome."

"No trouble, if Auntie likes to eat, I'll bring you a bowl after it's steamed?" Aunt Gao is their big matchmaker, and the two families can walk more easily than their neighbors.

"Success! Then Auntie will ask for a bowl to eat fresh." Aunt Gao was not polite, and happily agreed.

Mrs. Xiucai's cooking skills are not ordinary. I went to her house several times and saw that the meals she cooked were different from other homes. Aunt Gao was very happy to learn a few things from her.However, Xiucai is like a person who doesn't eat fireworks in the world. He has an expression all day long. He looks cold and cold.

A basket of fresh elm coins just picked was picked by Su Xiazhi to pick the small branches, leaving only pieces of elm coins, washed with clean water and placed on the grate.

At dinner time, mix the slightly watery yuqian with flour and coarse cornmeal, stir evenly, sprinkle it on the steamer and steam it over high heat.

A basket of elm money is not yet cooked, and when it comes out of the pot, it has just filled three large bowls.

Su Xiazhi mixed a little juice with minced garlic, vinegar, salt, and sesame oil and poured it on each bowl, and brought the first bowl to Aunt Gao.

When I came back, I saw that the water on the stove was boiling and I had made chopped green onion and egg soup, so I called out to the main room, "Xiucai, come and eat."

The elm money with a little sweetness is wrapped in flour and cornmeal, chewing glutinously, and then mixed with the seasoning prepared by Su Xiazhi. The entrance is rich in garlic, which is both appetizing and delicious. I haven’t seen fresh vegetables all winter. The couple only felt that the meal was extraordinarily sweet.

"Fool, don't wash the dishes yet." Just after dinner, Min Lansheng, who was holding a bamboo pole in her hand, pulled Su Xiazhi, who was busy tidying up, and went out: "I see there are many more on that tree, let's knock them all down." , I will make this and eat it tomorrow!"

In March, when the Qingming Festival is approaching, both those who have fields at home and those who have rented other fields start to get busy.

The cat has survived the winter, and everything is revived.When the tender grass begins to peek out from the ground under last year's withered and yellow broken leaves.The spring rain, which is as thin as a cow's hair, stops now and then, and there is a lot of it...

Su Xiazhi bought two more eggs since the last time she pickled them, and planned to pickle a batch of eggs every ten days.By the way, I bought two tanks as high as the window sills, and the tanks were only [-]% full with [-] eggs.

The vegetable jar where the eggs were first pickled was left unused because it was too small. Miss Su thought that she would also pickle some pickles this winter.

After breakfast, most of the villagers in Shanxia Village went to the ground.The plan for a year lies in spring, which is the busiest time for plowing and farming.

If there are fewer people in the village, it will be very quiet.

He brought a bucket of water from the well and poured it into the wooden basin beside him, Su Xiazhi was going to wash some clothes.A bitter fragrance was inhaled into her lungs during her breath, which instantly refreshed her.

Looking up to the mountain, the whole mountain is already dyed pink. It turns out that the wild apricot blossoms are just in time!
As the name suggests, Shanxia Village is located in a large flat area at the foot of Jiulong Mountain.Villagers can sit in their yards and enjoy the mountain scenery as soon as they look up.

"Scholar, scholar!" Su Xiazhi's eyes were still lingering on the apricot blossoms on the mountain: "Look at how beautiful the flowers are blooming!"

Min Lansheng heard the lady's yelling, Shi Shiran came out of the house, stood at the door of the main house and looked up to the mountain: "It's almost clear..." He said softly.

Su Xiazhi closed her gaze and moved to him. The scholar who had already taken off his padded robe and changed into a spring shirt looked taller, taller and handsome, but at this moment his bright eyes like lacquer were showing a touch of yearning.

A few years after his father passed away, he was buried halfway up the mountain.When the apricot blossoms bloom every year, it is also the time for Qingming to worship.

"It's too late today..." Min Lansheng met Su Xiazhi's gaze, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Get some drinks and cakes later, how about we go visit father's grave tomorrow?"

Most of the time, when he talks to her, he speaks in a soft voice, with an attitude that is easy to talk and discuss.Let Su Xiazhi listen to it, don't mention how useful it is!Therefore, every time a scholar "discusses" with her, she is willing to make arrangements.

(End of this chapter)