Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 403 Bitter Melon
"What is so precious?"

Curious, Song Liyun followed Song Dekui into the courtyard to have a look.

Lady Yun packed up her needle and thread and hurriedly fetched water for Song Dekui to wash his face.

Under Song Dekui's nervous reminder, Song Liyun finally saw the "cool melon" in the cardboard box.

It's not much bigger than a fist, and the green skin pattern still has a section of melon vine that has dried up.

It's watermelon!

After Song Dekui washed his face and changed his clothes and entered the room, he saw the cold melon that had been cut into several pieces, exposing the pink flesh inside, and suddenly cried out: "Lin Qingyuan said, this melon must be stored in the ice cellar first. Let it rest overnight, neither freezing nor heating, then use a silver knife to pick out a small opening, and then cut it into small pieces..."

Song Liyun also picked the black seeds in the melon flesh and said: "Did Lin Qingyuan also say that you have to bathe and change clothes, burn incense and worship your ancestors before eating?"

Song Dekui was stunned: "How do you know?"

Song Liyun carefully put away the seeds: "I won't eat cold melon anymore, you can save a piece for Xiao An, and share the rest with Uncle Erlang!"

This watermelon is not much bigger than a fist. Song Liyun tasted it just now, and it is relatively sweet and full of water. It is a rare good melon.

Song Dekui didn't go to eat melons, but just watched her collect melon seeds, and said excitedly, "Xiaoyun, are you going to grow cold melons? The same as growing rapeseed in Daping?"

In the spring, Daping brought some vegetable seeds back to Xiaoshi Village from Baolinju, and now I heard that he has harvested a lot of rapeseeds, and is going to find oil mills to squeeze oil.

The rapeseed in Suijin Town has already been harvested, and the oil is squeezed out, which is more oily than soybean oil. He has eaten it and it is very fragrant.

Song Liyun nodded: "Since the bitter gourd has seeds, you can naturally grow it yourself. The grown one will be bigger than a wooden basin. You can eat as much as you want in the future."

Song Dekui was startled, his hands holding the pickled melon were shaking: "Xiaoyun, I know you know a lot and can do business, and the wool horns on the grassland are sold at sky-high prices.

Boy Lin and Wan Yanming are all talking about how you make money with your hands.

But no matter how capable you are, you can't lie to Uncle Kui to talk nonsense! "

"Lin Qingyuan said that there is no way to grow this melon. It grows naturally, and there is no fixed place to grow it. It can only be found in those desolate and uninhabited places."

"Every time I go looking for pickled melons in summer, I have to pay a few lives!"

Now Wanjia and Lin Qingyuan took over the leather goods and jewelry business of the Qi family in Hecheng.

Not only directly opened a workshop there to make bags, horn combs, horn accessories, but also made buttons with various broken gems.

There are many fur craftsmen in Hecheng. Although the craftsmanship is not as delicate as that of the bustling capital city, it is also the processing of fur.

Not only has the price increased several times, but Wanjia has also increased its shipments in road transportation.

Lin Qingyuan took over the Qi family's jewelry business, and with Song Liyun's idea, the jewelry is full of high, medium and low grades.

The escaped Qi family has never been "caught", and the lawsuit in Beijing has been under investigation and evidence collection.

If there is no news, it is good news. Neither the Qi family nor the princess has moved.

Under the deterrence and payment of the garrison government, the merchants in Hecheng quickly accepted the reality.

Originally, everything was familiar, and there were several additional ways to pay for it.

Four months have passed, and money from the accountant of the Garrison Mansion is pouring in like flowing water.

Everyone knew that apart from the favorable timing and location of Hecheng Border Pass, the money was also related to Song Liyun.

But this pickled melon is different, it is born in the desert.

Song Dekui has seen wolves in the Gobi desert in no man's land.

The pickled melon was born to grow in the Gobi sand, and even the herdsmen were reluctant to step into it.

Now Xiaoyun actually wants to grow... Song Dekui's doubts gradually faded, and some inexplicable expectations arose, maybe Xiaoyun would really grow cold melons in the future.

The cold melon had already been opened and couldn't be put again. Song Liyun cut the melon into thin slices and asked Song Dekui to send it to Han Ming and Song Erlang, so that everyone could taste this rare product on the grassland.

Not long after Song Dekui left, Mrs. Yun came over again and said that Abu was back, followed by the naive Zhe Mao.

The two big black men were sweating profusely, still holding the cardboard box and not letting go.

Song Liyun looked at Zhe Mao who suddenly appeared, and then at the cardboard box, and suddenly felt like laughing.

I'm holding a cardboard box today, so there won't be another watermelon inside, right?
The two put down the cardboard box, and Zhe Mao hurriedly saluted and greeted Song Liyun. Although he often came to Baolin Residence, he was always so respectful.

Song Liyun beckoned him and Yunniang to wash and freshen up, and then asked Abu how he made Zhe Mao come during the day.

After all, Zhe Mao is a member of the Di tribe, even if he changed into Wu Dynasty costumes, it would be difficult to hide his Di tribe face.

Suijin Town is now thriving. Although the disaster is rarely mentioned, ordinary people are still not very friendly to the Di people, and conflicts that can be avoided should be avoided.

Abu pulled a cattail fan to fan himself, and said with a smile: "Balin found a lot of pickled melons in the Great Gobi. Luckily, there were ten of them. I sent four to Mount Kara, and sent the rest back. Here it is."

"Look, it's ready!"

As he spoke, Abu opened the carton, revealing the pitifully small watermelon inside.

He sent the fresh melons, fruits and vegetables bought in the town to the mouth of the Huangsha River Valley yesterday, and met Bahrain, who had moved to settle there, and asked Zhe Mao to send them with pickled melons.

In Bahrain's heart, Song Liyun lived in the Wu Dynasty, and he was of great help to his tribe, so he was naturally close.

However, thanks to the hardships of his tribal trek, after only half a year, the fur and horns in the tribe have been replaced with enough salt cloth, so that everyone can wear soft and close-fitting underwear.

Now find the cold melon and send it here first.

Song Liyun smiled and said: "Now that the river is full of water, it's not easy to come here from outside the Huangsha River Valley. Zhe Mao won't come here just for these melons, he must have something to say!"

Zhe Mao quickly cleaned up and told Song Liyun about the origin of the pickled melon.

Song Liyun is now learning Di dialect from Abu, and there is no burden to communicate with Zhe Mao.

Song Liyun nodded when he heard Zhe Mao say that the pickled melon was picked from the Gobi Desert they had walked through before.

She walked that part of the road when she came back from Kara Mountain, but at that time it was still covered with snow, and there was no difference from other places. Now I think it is the soil that can grow watermelons.

Bitter melon is obviously not the main reason why Zhe Mao came to Suijin Town.

When Abu left, Zhe Mao rubbed his big hands and said naively: "The leader of Bahrain said that he would like to ask the young lady to go to the Bahrain tribe when he has time. It would be... even better if he could bring some wood!"

"What's going on? Your tribe will stay in the river valley from now on, and you don't need to move in the winter. There's not enough feed to transport during this time?"

Song Liyun was confused, and only thought that Zhe Mao wanted fodder.

The Bahrain tribe is going to settle at the mouth of the river valley, where the grassland is not big enough to feed the whole tribe.

During these times, in addition to having people mow and store grass from other places, they also transported grass from Suijin Town.

When Zhe Mao heard that Song Liyun suspected that there was not enough fodder, he quickly waved his hands and said, "The straw pulled over is piled up, which should be enough for the cattle in the tribe for half a month!"

Half a month... It is obviously not enough for the long winter, but fortunately, the time is still long, and there will be more straw from Wu Chao to send over.

Zhe Mao groaned and groaned for a while before finally explaining things clearly.

What Bahrain wanted was wood or firewood, and Song Liyun asked Song Liyun to bring some over there.

It turned out that the Bahrain tribe wanted to hold a ceremony before Song Liyun got married.

It means to swear allegiance to the death, pass it down from generation to generation, and become Song Liyun's private soldier tribe.

This is different from other vassal tribes in the future. Basically, the Bahrain tribe is her private property and has the same status as the Uda tribe.

But the status is the same as the price paid, and the life and death of everyone in the Bahrain tribe is under her control, including the leader Bahrain himself.

Song Liyun was a little dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)