Rebirth at the end of seventy: my life I make the decision

When there was only Wang Xiuying left at home, it was almost eleven o'clock.

She originally wanted to leave Lin Haisheng to go back after lunch, but Lin Haisheng left her a piece of meat and hurried back to the mountain.

Before leaving, he repeatedly told Wang Xiuying not to act recklessly alone. When Lin Xuannan came tomorrow, they would move things together.

Naturally, Wang Xiuying didn't refuse. Lin Haisheng went back to the mountain at ease.

Years later, the Lin family has sent a floor to H city and brought some rocking chairs.

Both floors and rocking chairs are in a state where demand far exceeds supply. As the boss of Xingwang bamboo company, Lin Haisheng does not have much free time.

If Wang Xiuying had not been beaten by Fang's mother in Fangjia village yesterday, Lin Haisheng would not have appeared in Qingxi Town today anyway.

What Lin Haisheng bought in Qingxi Town can still be bought in Zaolin village, but the price is higher.

Watching Lin Haisheng leave in a hurry, Wang Xiuying stood in the yard for a while, then locked the gate and turned into the kitchen.

The glutinous rice ball sent by Zhang qingfan was covered with a clean damp gauze and placed on the stove. Wang Xiuying reached out and patted it.

Hey, it's really powerful!

When the Qingming fruit is cooked and steamed, it must be very q-shaped and fragrant. What if you want to eat it?

Looking at the big piece of glutinous rice in the basin, Wang Xiuying simply wanted to make some Qingming fruits for lunch, but she didn't do it after thinking about it.

After all, no matter how delicious the Qingming fruit is, it is made of glutinous rice. If you eat too much, you won't digest it.

"Forget it, let's eat the lumps in the bowl of noodles." seeing the small spinach just picked back in the morning, Wang Xiuying made a decision.

Before lunch, Wang Xiuying decided to adjust the stuffing needed to make Qingming fruit.

Generally, farmers don't pay so much attention to Qingming fruit, but they just wrap some brown sugar in glutinous rice balls to give children a sweet mouth during the festival.

When thinking of the Lantern Festival, Wang Xiucheng enjoyed eating salty dumplings. Wang Xiuying decided to pack some salty Qingming fruits today. The meat left by Lin Haisheng was just in use.

Just do it. Wang Xiuying rolled up her sleeves, took a bucket of water from the well into the kitchen, cleaned the meat first, and looked at a handful of shepherd's purse in the small vegetable basket.

During the Qingming Festival, the wild shepherd's purse has already blossomed, but the greenhouse of Qingxi farm is specially planted with shepherd's purse.

At that time, there was a dispute over whether to plant shepherd's purse.

After all, in this era of pursuing food and clothing, only a few people pay attention to the desire for food and clothing. However, Wang Xiuying insisted, Zhang Qingyang voted in favour, and finally took out a greenhouse and planted shepherd's purse.

Although the shepherd's purse planted in the greenhouse has no wild fragrance, it is tender than the wild and has a longer supply period on the market. The first batch of shepherd's purse in the greenhouse has really been favored by some old customers who like to eat shepherd's purse.

The result was good. It not only didn't disappoint Wang Xiuying, but also opened the eyes of those old people who have kept their old vision all their life.

The shepherd's purse in Wang Xiuying's basket is the second batch of shepherd's purse planted in the greenhouse this year. When she went to the field just now, Aunt Zhang knew that Wang Xiuying liked to eat shepherd's purse and gave it to her.

Qingxi farm is still in its infancy, and its management is still a little loose. As long as it's the people in Qingxi farm who need vegetables, just like Aunt Zhang today, no one will say.

But this is not a long-term plan. Looking at the vegetables in the basket, thinking about the growing team of Qingxi farm, and then thinking about the future of Qingxi farm, Wang Xiuying felt it necessary to find a time to sit down with Wang Xingshun and Zhang Qingyang to talk about the farm management. It was time to formulate a complete management system.

Wang Xiuying thought about the problem in her mind, but her hand was not slow. Soon the meat was cut into small diced meat and put aside in a small bowl.

The weather before and after the Qingming Festival is still relatively cold. Today's temperature is only seven or eight degrees, so the cut meat will not be bad for a day or half a day.

The shepherd's purse with some soil was also washed by Wang Xiuying and put in a clean small basket to control the water for standby.

The salty stuffing is easy to lose the freshness of vegetables after adding vegetables for a long time, so it can only be seasoned in front of the package, so Wang Xiuying began to prepare sweet stuffing.

There are also some home grown white sesame seeds at home. Although they are not as fragrant as black sesame, they are still delicious when they are added to brown sugar.

What more?

Wang Xiuying walked around in the kitchen and thought of the peanuts given by Wang Xingshun's family last year and the wild walnuts sent by her aunts during the new year. She couldn't help smiling.

First knock out the walnuts, pick out the walnuts, then grab a handful of peanuts and walnuts, wash them with water, and then fry the walnuts and peanuts on fire until fragrant and crisp.

Put out the fire in the belly of the stove and fry the sesame seeds needed by the waste heat of the pot.

Turn around and find the small stone mortar at home. Pour half of the fried walnut kernel and peanuts into the small stone mortar. Put the remaining half in the bowl and sprinkle some fine salt for Wang Xiucheng as a snack.

Pick up the small stone pestle, mash the walnuts and peanuts in the small stone mortar, then pour them into the big bowl, and pour the fried sesame into the big bowl.

Make sure that the chopped walnuts, peanuts and sesame seeds in the big bowl are cool. Then find the brown sugar jar at home, pour the brown sugar into the big bowl, stir it carefully and evenly, take a small spoon, dig a small spoon and taste it in her mouth. Wang Xiuying showed a proud smile on her face, and was obviously very satisfied with her sweet filling.

After the stuffing was ready, Wang Xiuying began to clean the steamer. Although she would use it every week when she came back, Wang Xiuying still liked to wash it carefully before use.

When steaming steamed buns and dumplings, Wang Xiuying used a piece of clean gauze larger than the steamer to pad the steamer to prevent pasta from sticking to the steamer.

Qingming fruit is made of glutinous rice. Unlike steamed buns made of wheat flour, it is easy to stick to gauze. Therefore, it is not the best choice to use gauze for isolation.

Remembering that Lin Yujuan picked some grapefruit leaves before making Qingming fruit in previous years, and then cut them into circles, Wang Xiuying found out the scissors, took a small aluminum basin and went out of the kitchen.

She remembered that there was a wild grapefruit tree on the hillside not far from her new house. The leaves grew very large, but the fruit produced every year was very small and tasteful.

However, the big pomelo leaves used to pad Qingming fruit are first-class good things.

Wang Xiuying soon arrived under the grapefruit tree. The grapefruit leaves, as in her memory, grew very fat. She picked up the scissors and quickly cut up the leaves. Soon she filled half a small aluminum basin. There were 70 or 80 of them without a hundred.

"Enough, enough." Wang Xiuying said to herself. She picked up the small basin and was going home.

At this time, a familiar voice came from the direction of home. The voice was crying and bleak. Wang Xiuying was shocked. The basin on her hand was almost thrown out by her, and the whole person almost rolled down the hillside.