Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 28 It's New Year's Eve
It seems that the months of the two worlds are out of sync. Before Song Qingshu was unlucky, Xi’an was still the autumn tiger at the end of August. In this era, it was already the beginning of November in the first year of Chongzhen. Two months of busy work. In a blink of an eye, it was actually the New Year’s Eve up!

After working hard for more than two months, it seems to have earned seven or eight taels of silver, but after buying firewood, rice, oil and salt, and taking away the money for materials given to foreign monks, there is nothing left, and there are two more people in Xing's family to eat , life is even more tight, Song Qingshu can be understood what it was like for parents to spend half of a penny back then.

But no matter how much money you have, you have to celebrate the New Year, so I took out the last two hanging coins. Early in the morning, Song Qingshu, Han Juan, Xing Hongniang and Xiaoluo rushed to the big fair in the south of the city, and there were people buying New Year’s goods everywhere. , This is not at all different from the Huaxia of the later generations. After squeezing in the crowds for a long time and haggling for a long time, the group just cut ten catties of pork, and went to the grain and oil store to buy some flour and caramel, and spent the last one. For the copper plate, Hongniang Xing and Juaner Han led the two men who were full of things and rushed home.

In the end, the times are different. Later generations of Song Qingshu bought lean meat, but in this era, fat meat is more expensive than lean meat. For a piece of meat, the butcher who sells meat only gives four catties of fat meat. , Han Juan'er actually quarreled with the big butcher butcher for a long time, and she was satisfied after cutting an extra piece of fat. Looking at the white fat, Song Qingshu was at a loss, why buy so much fat?It was only after I came back that I realized that this fat is not for food, but for oil.

This era is not like later generations. Soybean oil is sold in barrels in supermarkets. The main edible oils are sesame oil, rapeseed oil, and sesame oil. Only in April of the next year will there be new oil on the market. As for soybean oil, the main oil crop in future generations?Sorry, the yield of soybean oil is too low, and not many oil mills are willing to squeeze soybean oil.

Common people have no choice but to rely more on lard when slaughtering pigs during festivals, just like old man Xing. Although lard is not healthy, there are so many poor people who say so.

But when he came back from buying meat, watching Han Juan finely chop the fat and throw it into the pan with oil, Song Qingshu suddenly had a flash of light in his mind. The scent of oil flowers made him suddenly smell a chance to make money. In addition to soybeans being the main oil crop, there is another major oil crop, peanuts!

In martial arts novels, a whole hero is a plate of peanuts and a jar of daughter red, but in this era, there is nowhere to eat peanuts. Maybe the south will cultivate some, but there is absolutely no north!
But foreign monks have this thing!

In order to come to Daming to preach, the West found almost everything in the New World except gold and Indians. The foreign monk himself has a little garden. At worst, his family can convert to his Catholicism. The next spring will be justified. Expropriated his garden, planted more sweet potatoes, peanuts and peppers.

The oil yield of peanuts is as high as 40.00%, which is no worse than the current mainstream sesame, and this thing is much easier to clean up than sesame, so that when the autumn harvest comes, you can also set up your own oil mill and make a good profit.

It didn't take long for Song Qingshu to be so happy, and Song Qingshu couldn't think anymore. A strong smell came from the kitchen, and it was a few catties of fat in the pot. , the salivating elder.

He hadn't touched meat for more than two months, and Song Qingshu wanted to take two bites when he saw raw meat. The rest are definitely gourmet goodies!
Who knows that there is someone who is clearer than Song Qingshu, Xiao Luobo and Xing Hongniang have long been squatting beside the cauldron, and before Han Juan'er finished leaning on the oil, their whirlwind chopsticks have already stretched in.

The pig fat that has been fed with oil has now formed into pieces of hard white crystals. This thing is oil residue. Song Qingshu’s hometown is also called Youzi. This thing is a rare delicacy. Cooking, dipping in soy sauce can make the soul of people eat so fragrant.

Seeing that the oil in the pot was getting less and less, but he couldn't squeeze through behind him, Song Qingshu's forehead was sweating, and his saliva was drooling.

I don't know if it's because he smashed the jade seal with his head, or because he was forced out of poverty. Song Qingshu's head has been particularly bright recently, and when he turned his eyes suddenly, Song Qingshu pointed to the door and shouted: "Master, you It's getting old!"

Daddy really couldn't say it out loud, so Song Qingshu simply called Old Man Xing Master like Little Luobo. Fortunately, poor people don't pay much attention to it. When Old Man Xing came, Hongniang Xing and Little Luobo subconsciously put down their chopsticks and behaved Twist around.

Seizing the opportunity, Song Qingshu squeezed into the crack, picked up a spoon, scooped up half a bowl, and ran away.

"Stinky fool!"

Being fooled by Song Qingshu, Xing Hongniang was so angry that she was almost out of breath, screaming and gnashing her teeth, she was about to chase out, but before she could take two steps, the clicking sound sounded again behind her, Xing Hongniang looked back, but It was Han Juan and Xiaoluobo who were standing on the small bench, and they didn't even care to say anything. They tried their best to stuff the leftover oil into their mouths, and their mouths were full of oil.

"I'll deal with you later!" After weighing for a moment, Hongniang Xing stomped her feet depressedly, and then roared again, squeezed back to the side of the pot, and continued to feast.

Song Qingshu hasn't eaten meat for more than two months, but they haven't seen meat for almost a year!It's true to say that I haven't eaten meat in my life.

Hongniang Xing called herself a fool when she had nothing to do, but today she was teased by her fool for a while, not only got the spoils of war, but also a sense of accomplishment, she sat under the big elm tree in the yard with oil, Song Qingshu was proud After giggling for a long time, I picked up the chopsticks and put them in my mouth.

Gollum~

Before it was put into his mouth, the sound of swallowing saliva sounded beside him. Song Qingshu turned his head in surprise, but it was his little wife. The little girl Caiwei looked at him eagerly. Hastily lowered his little head.

With a cry of bitterness in his heart, he looked at the white oily residue in the bowl, and then at the little girl who was secretly swallowing her saliva with her head down, not daring to look at herself, Song Qingshu sighed helplessly, and stretched out his hand to say hello: Wei come here!"

The evil feudal society, the feudal ethics that restrain women, when Song Qingshu greeted, Caiwei immediately came over obediently like a kitten, and stuffed the bowl into her hand, Song Qingshu waved his hand tragically: "Eat!"

"No! No! Brother Song, you eat!" Despite swallowing, the little girl Caiwei still shook her perky face like a rattle.

Hearing Nuo Nuo's voice, Song Qingshu couldn't help but fluctuate in his heart. In later generations, girls are as precious as golden eggs. When they go to see their mother-in-law, they have to promise that I will do the housework and give her every last bite. .And at the age of 14, when she was acting like a baby in the arms of her parents and pampered in every possible way, Caiwei, a little girl, had to fall into the world, lonely and wandering, and when she rarely had a bite to eat, she could still think about herself!

There was a pity in his heart, this time Song Qingshu didn't have the slightest reluctance, he stuffed the bowl back again, and hummed domineeringly: "I am the master and you are the concubine, what the master says, the concubine must Listen! Come, sit down!"

Being forced by the domineering master Song Qingshu to sit on the wood next to him, holding a warm bowl, Caiwei couldn't help showing a little sparkle in his big watery eyes, and quickly lowered his head again.

However, when the crude chopsticks made of bamboo slices picked up the oil residue and were about to send it into the red mouth, there was another grunting sound.

Seeing Caiwei look up, Song Qingshu's face was really red, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, so he had to put on a fierce old man's style again, and said sideways: "Brother Song, I'm just thirsty, what are you looking at? If I tell you to eat, eat quickly!"

There was a warm smile on Caiwei's perky little face, and she held the bowl on top of her head with both hands, and said seriously: "There is a saying in "Female Training", husbands don't eat, wives don't eat! Kuang concubine Er, Brother Song won't eat it, and neither will Caiwei!"

Feudal dross!Feeling so moved, Song Qingshu reluctantly picked up two twigs, tapped Caiwei's little head and said helplessly, "Let's eat together, let's go!"

In fact, the oil residue is already a bit cold at this moment, and it is worthy of the crispness just now, but Song Qingshu still feels a touch of warmth when he hugs Caiwei like this, which is probably what the ancients said about being together!
This era doesn't seem so bad!

Thinking about it, Song Qingshu also opened his mouth wide in joy, and was about to throw thinly sliced ​​oil residue peanuts into his mouth. Who knew that at this time, several heavy coughing sounds suddenly came over, making Song Qingshu Turning around quickly in astonishment, it was Hongniang Xing.

Thin and fit cheeks were covered with a layer of red, her mouth was pouted, her eyes were fixed on the two people who were leaning together, and she almost burst into flames, crossing her arms, Hongniang Xing stood in the kitchen with her arms crossed angrily. At the door, her temperament at this time is enough to be the image endorsement of that famous brand of vinegar.

Bitter in the mouth, the hand holding the chopsticks froze in the air, Song Qingshu suddenly felt that he didn't really want to eat this fragrant oil residue.

woman!
(End of this chapter)