Doomsday wearing female honor: I rely on space to farm and raise my husband

Chapter 65 Dried Bamboo Shoots
Fang Qing was building a house with Wang Erzhu and her three daughters, and she saw a few people walking this way with their backpacks on their backs.

"Auntie, Auntie, are you going to the mountains?"

Seeing his niece and daughter-in-law working in the paddy field, Zhang Meng smiled and said, "Your aunt and I will take your father-in-law and the others to the mountains."

"Auntie, hurry up and get busy. We'll talk about it at night if you have anything to do."

"Let's go now, you are busy here first." Zhang Meng and Fang Qing said something, and took the family to the mountains.

After Zhang Meng and the others left, Fang Qing continued to build a house with Wang Erzhu, because it was a house for guarding the paddy fields, so it didn't matter how well it was built. The four of them spent a whole morning building the house.

"Aunt Erzhu, the house is built now, you can rest here at night instead of running back home."

After Wang Erzhu released the fish fry in Fang Qing, she took her daughter to watch at night, because the weather was bad and rainy during this period, so she could only come and go in a hurry at night. Fu Lang came to guard the paddy field.

Fang Qing and Wang Erzhu built a house, went to the paddy field to see the fish, saw that the fish had no serious problems, and went home.

"My wife, you are back."

When Zhang Zelin saw his wife who had gone out to work come back, he quickly fetched a basin of water for her to wash her hands.

Seeing him fetching water, Fang Qing quickly took the basin in his hand. After washing her hands, she walked into the kitchen and saw that her husband had already prepared the lunch.

"Brother Lin, you have nothing to do with cooking!"

Zhang Zelin was preparing to serve meals, and when he heard his wife’s voice of concern, he felt that his wife was sometimes too nervous. He had nothing to do except throw up a few times in the past two days. Live, do not cook at home and wait for the wife.

During the meal, Zhang Zelin and Fang Qing said: "My wife, my aunt and the others came back early today, and they probably went to the mountains to look for fungus now."

Fang Qing didn't know the specific situation of Zhang Meng and the others, but they seemed to be pretty good. She remembered that she had to go to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots!

"Brother Lin, stay home later, I'll go to the bamboo forest, I'm going to dig some more bamboo shoots and come back."

Zhang Zelin also wanted to eat bamboo shoots, especially the sweet and sour ones.

In the evening, after Fang Qing and Zhang Zelin had dinner, the old lady called her to Zhang's house. When she and Zhang Zelin arrived at Zhang's house, Zhang Meng couldn't wait to talk about the morning. Fang Qing gave them some advice after listening.

"Grandma, Auntie, Auntie, my idea is that you take advantage of this time to fry more mushrooms, and people in the city will inevitably follow suit when they see that you are selling so well."

Mrs. Zhang thought of these questions when she heard what Sun's wife said that day. Sun's daughter-in-law reminded them to prepare more goods, which happened to be on her mind.

"Boss, second child, and third child, you should be more tired during this period, and take a good rest after you finish your work for a while."

"Mother, how tired are you from all this work?" The three sons-in-law quickly expressed their opinions after listening to their mother-in-law. Their hard work is not in vain. The weight of the mushrooms earned four taels of silver, and the cost of some oil and seasonings was removed. The three of them also earned three taels of silver?

Mrs. Zhang explained her three sons-in-law, and then her two daughters and three granddaughters.

"Sister Meng and Sister Ren will take one of your three sisters with you tomorrow morning, and the other two will go with your father (uncle) to pick mushrooms in the mountains tomorrow morning. We have to catch up with others and sell more mushrooms when we fry them. money."

Zhang Xiaoling, Zhang Xi, and Zhang Yuehua listened to their grandmother's words, and the three sisters had no objection. The three of them had the same idea as grandma's. They all wanted to sell more money when others made them.

After they finished speaking, Fang Qing added, "Grandma, when you are frying mushrooms, you must not use less oil and seasonings. The taste we want to guarantee, as long as our taste is there, even if someone imitates the fried mushrooms, they will not lose it." It can't taste like our home."

"Yes...! Brother and sister are right. Dad must not be strict with oil and seasoning when frying. Our family must ensure the taste. As long as the taste is good, I believe we can still sell it." Zhang Xiaoling was thinking about two things. There are many younger sisters, and she just heard what the younger siblings said, and felt that what the younger siblings said was really right.

After hearing what the two granddaughters said, the old lady Zhang nodded and said: "Young girl, Ling girl, you are right, we can't stop others from selling, we can only guarantee that our family has a unique taste."

Xia Ye's sister-in-law and three brothers listened to their daughter (daughter-in-law), "Mother, don't worry, the three of us brothers will bring three son-in-laws to fry the mushrooms."

Fang Qing took her husband home after they discussed it, and Zhang Zelin was happy when he got home.

"My wife, the fried mushrooms brought by the aunts are not particularly good for sale."

Fang Qing looked at the happy man and rubbed his head. "It's easy to sell. In case someone follows suit and makes fried mushrooms, my father-in-law and the others may speed up."

Hearing this, Zhang Zelin immediately thought that someone would imitate his father and the others in making fried mushrooms, so he could only pray that the auntie and the others would be faster.

Fang Qing's work in the fields was handed over to Qian Daya and Wang Erzhu. Apart from taking care of her family, she occasionally went to the fields to look at them. She went to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots every day for the past two days.

"My wife, do you see that we have almost dug the bamboo shoots in our house?" Zhang Zelin saw that his wife carried back a basket of bamboo shoots. He thought that the clay pots at home were already full of bamboo shoots, and there was no room for the wife to dig again. let go.

"I'm not here for pickling?"

Zhang Zelin heard from his wife that it was not used for pickling, so what else can these bamboo shoots be used for?He and his wife are the only ones in the house, they can't eat so much!

"Hehe! I used it to dry it. After it dries, you are at home and put it in the oil paper bag I bought..."

"My wife, I don't know how to do it!"

"It's very simple. Let me show you how to do it." Fang Qing took the person who said he couldn't do it to the yard to peel the bamboo shoots with him. After peeling off the bamboo shoots, the previous steps were the same as soaking bamboo, just preparing The sun-dried bamboo shoots must be dried, and then put them in the sun to dry after the sun comes out. After three or four days in a row, the dried bamboo shoots can be stored in bags.

Fang Qing is busy drying dried bamboo shoots, but the Zhang family’s atmosphere is not very good, because there are a lot of people selling fried mushrooms in the city, and the reason why they can still sell some every day is because of the oil they give when frying mushrooms In addition, the secret recipe given by Fang Qing makes the fungus taste better than other people's, so I sell some every day, otherwise this business will really not be able to continue.

Without waiting for their family to worry, the Zhang family welcomed a special visitor, and Zhang Meng asked the eldest daughter to call Fang Qing.

"Siblings...! Hurry up and go home with me."

Fang Qing looked at the person who came to call her in a hurry, "Cousin, is there something wrong at home?"

"No, a guest came to the house, and grandma asked me to call you over to discuss something."

When Fang Qing went back, who came to Zhang's house, which could make the usually stable cousin panic. "Brother Lin, I'm going to grandma's house, do you want to go with me?"

"Go, I want to go with you to see what's going on?" Seeing his cousin rushing to the house to find his wife, Zhang Zelin was also curious as to who came to grandma's house.

(End of this chapter)