Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 351 - Chapter 351 351.Dried cowpea_1

Chapter 351: 351.Dried cowpea_1 Chapter 351: 351.Dried cowpea_1 “Sour.”

Brother Xiaozhang’s wife said, while slurping on her saliva, “But it’s sour and tasty, I just can’t help myself–right, I also want some fried rice noodles, can you make me a bowl now? Don’t make too much, just throw in a couple of eggs, a piece of ham sausage, and a handful of green vegetables… just to tie me over.”

“Right, and the braised goose. Buy one for me tomorrow–or roast duck is also fine, oh I’m so hungry!”

“This thing is too appetizing, I can’t eat it anymore, or my teeth will be sore tomorrow.”

Her speech was unclear as she spat out a peach pit, then her hand reached for another green peach and started eating it, and finally, she commented in a muffled voice:

“The sweet and sour ones are delicious, the sour and salty ones are good too, next time you should buy both…”

However, when she looked up, she saw that Brother Xiaozhang was still standing there numbly, and she couldn’t help but be startled, “Why haven’t you gone to cook?”

Brother Xiaozhang’s body jerked, “No!”

He quickly dove back into the bathroom, “I’ll take a quick shower and start cooking for you!”

When Brother Xiaozhang finished his record-breaking five-minute shower, he saw that his wife was already sucking on a green peach, while not forgetting to open her phone:

“I’ve got to tell the moms’ group about this, several of them have been saying they can’t eat anything these past days, sour plums, hot and sour noodles… nothing works. We can’t miss out on this good stuff–right, how much did you say it was per pound? Send me the WeChat mini-program link, I’ll share it.”

Brother Xiaozhang: …

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Song Tan still doesn’t know that she is about to tap into a huge and willing customer base.

At the moment, she was walking back from the vegetable garden with a large basket, full of long, slender yardlong beans. They varied in color and size, none were uniform.

Behind her, Song Youde and Wang Lifan were still picking in the vegetable garden–there was no helping it.

They had planted a whole field of yardlong beans, and now was the time for them to ripen. These plants produced so much, grew so quickly, and were so numerous that they absorbed Spiritual Energy the best in the entire field, now drooping densely like the Silk Cave, and still steadily growing.

Old Zhao, the vegetable vendor, came over with a flashlight early in the morning and immediately couldn’t bear to leave, nearly embracing the bamboo frame beneath which could hardly bear the weight.

But Song Tan didn’t particularly like the beans stir-fried on their own.

For no other reason than in the summers past when there was nothing to eat, that’s all they would have.

It wasn’t just her, Old Zhao also said that many people were reluctant to buy ordinary yardlong beans.

She had firsthand experience and so only gave Old Zhao 500 pounds before heading straight home with her basket–

She had other plans for these yardlong beans!

The yard was bustling with activity, and everyone was busy every day–not because they were reluctant to hire help now, but simply because the yard was too small, and there was no room for more people to stand.

If they wanted to hire more labor on a large scale, they would have to wait until their new house was built; outside the yard, an additional large space was reserved specifically for work purposes.

The green peaches on the mountain were still being harvested continuously and would likely take another week to finish, but the pre-orders online had already reached more than nine hundred pounds.

Now, Qiaoqiao had become adept at handling green peaches, setting a daily limit, the work was simple and not tiring, and Seventh Uncle had stopped getting involved.

Picking watermelons was Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun’s favorite task–thanks to the standard size of the watermelons grown by Song Tan’s family, they had not encountered a single unripe one to date.

They were undoubtedly the expert watermelon pickers of the year, which greatly boosted the spirits of the two enthusiastic youths.

Seventh Uncle, seeing Song Tan bring back so many long beans, took a cursory glance, “Not bad, let’s stir-fry them with shredded pork for lunch.”

Qiaoqiao stopped washing and looked up to order a dish, “Can I have long beans with rice?”

“Sure! I love it too.”

Seventh Uncle sat down with a stool and began to sort, “I’ll pick out the older ones for you, so they’ll be soft and mushy when stir-fried at noon, definitely very fragrant when simply fried.”

He muttered while sorting, “There’s quite a number of old ones.”

Song Tan thought for a moment, “Should we hire a couple of people to pick them quickly? Harvest one round every two days and sort them; these things grow too fast.”

Song Youde and Wang Lifan who had just come back with a basket were not pleased, “Picking long beans is such an easy task, why hire people? There’s no room in the yard. Your grandma and I can handle it.”

Not only is it simple, it’s also quick; there’s really no need to hire anyone.

Oh Lord, he never imagined when he was building the old house that the yard would ever be so crowded with people working.

Aunt Lianhua, who had just finished washing a basin of green peaches, came over and laughed, “What’s there to hire someone for?

“Sorting long beans is so easy, my mother can do it here!”

The grandmother sitting in the wheelchair also nodded, “Simple, it’s not worth hiring people for.”

Song Tan: … Simple it may be, but she found it a bit embarrassing that she was overworking the mother-daughter-in-law pair, even with raised wages.

But seeing the eager eyes of the two, Song Tan had to give in, “How about this task goes to grandma then, and for this batch of long beans, I’ll give grandma a separate red envelope of 1,000 Yuan, okay?”

Sure! Why not!

Although the long beans’ cycle takes several months, it requires practically no effort. Her grandmother just needed to sit in her wheelchair and pick through them–and now she could earn an extra 1,000. Wasn’t that easy money?

Moreover, they hadn’t missed out on getting some help now and then!

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law happily agreed.

These long beans produced too much all at once, and while they could be sold from morning till night, Song Tan felt it was not necessary.

You see, during winter when vegetables are scarce, dried long beans become quite indispensable. She had already planned how to deal with them when she first planted them.

So, with Aunt Lianhua assisting Qiaoqiao in cleaning the green peaches on one side, her grandmother sat in her wheelchair on the other side and began sorting out the beans in the basket.

The dark green and plump long beans lay on one side, while those that were light green and less plump were put to another side, and the pale, puffy old beans were also selected and set aside.

These old long beans, broken into pieces and stir-fried in a hot pan, would let the grains inside come out, soft and fragrant, with a delicious broth, exceptionally savory.

Once a basket was sorted, Seventh Uncle had the water ready. He simply picked out the tender long beans, gave them a quick rinse, blanched them in the boiling water for three minutes, then scooped them out and ran them under cold water twice before hanging them on the few long strings that had been stretched across the yard.

The forecast said there would be no rain in the coming week, and judging by today’s big sun, the chances for rain seemed slim. It was an excellent opportunity to dry the beans.

Of course, not all long beans were destined to be dried; naturally, some would be made into pickled long beans.

But for the pickled beans to taste better, peppercorns are essential, and unfortunately peppercorns take some time to pickle properly. Seventh Uncle wanted to do it perfectly, which meant they would need to wait another half month.

Therefore, this task had to be put on hold for later.

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