After the old mother cooked the meal, she saw that the father and son, who were usually difficult to talk to each other, were talking patronizingly, so she shouted: "It's almost time to eat, hurry up to set the table, hurry up if you want to take a bath, hot water is boiling in the pot." ”

When the father and son heard this, they hurriedly went their separate ways. Lao Tzu went to take a bath, and his son went to set the table and chopsticks.

The weather was already cool in autumn, so dinner was served in the kitchen. However, the kitchen is not very large, less than ten square meters, and after removing the floor space of stoves, bowls, pots, racks, etc., it is really small.

However, it is also very warm for the family to eat here, and to bake the warm stove fire in the dim light.

My mother made two dishes, one was stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork, one was stir-fried bamboo shoots with chili, one was scrambled eggs with leeks, and the other was egg soup......

It looks like three dishes and one soup, but in fact, this meal cost about 20 yuan.

The eggs are their own, the bamboo shoots are their own, and the leeks are their own, so they spent twenty yuan to buy pork.

Liu Qingshan looked at this table of dishes, and still couldn't help laughing: "Mom, your skills are getting better and better, there are already two dishes, and you are stunned to make four dishes." Haha, it's a waste of your craft not to be a chef. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the bamboo shoots and stuffed them into his mouth and ate them.

Winter bamboo shoots are rich in oxalic acid, and when cooked directly in the pot, there will be an astringent bitter taste. Therefore, mountain people usually use blanching to remove the bitter taste of winter bamboo shoots.

After slicing the winter bamboo shoots, blanch them in a pot for about 15 minutes, and then soak them in clean water, change the water several times a day, and it will take at least a day or two to completely remove the flavor.

Because I was in a hurry to eat winter bamboo shoots, my mother used rice wine to taste just now.

This so-called rice wine deodorization method is actually to slice the bamboo shoots, pour them into the rice wine and soak them for five minutes, and then rinse them off to remove the astringency.

Liu Qingshan chewed the tender winter bamboo shoots, and couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, the world of rich people really can't understand, I don't think this bamboo shoot is very delicious, why do those rich people always say how delicious the bamboo shoots are." ”

My mother smiled: "It's not normal for rich people to like to eat wild vegetables in the mountains." They nested in the tall building all day long, eating all kinds of vegetables and meat with potions, and growing a belly full of fat. We are farmers, we do all manual work, there is no oil and water in our stomachs to scrape, and these things have to be eaten all year round, of course, we don't think they are delicious. If you eat a lot of fish and meat for a month, and you come back to eat these wild vegetables, you will also think these wild vegetables are delicious. ”

"Haha, Mom, I didn't expect you to be quite insightful, quite reasonable. ”

The old mother happily picked up two large pieces of pork from the plate and put them in her son's bowl: "If you don't like to eat bamboo shoots, then eat more meat." ”

Liu Qingshan shook his head and avoided his mother's chopsticks with a bowl: "Hey, don't, don't, I don't want to eat pork, you give it to my dad." ”

Thirty yuan a pound of pork, if you buy twenty yuan, it will be more than half a catty, Liu Qingshan is really reluctant to eat it. Moreover, now that I have that divine power in my body, not only do I not get tired of working, but I also seem to have been treated for all kinds of frozen shoulder and cervical spondylosis in the past.

So eating meat or not is nothing to him, but it is very important for his father, who also has to go into the mountains to work.

When the mother saw her son avoiding it, she said, "Qingshan, you are so lucky to dig bamboo shoots, you must eat more meat." ”

"Mom, it's not hard, digging up those hundred catties of bamboo shoots is like a joke, it's not hard at all, you give the meat to my dad." ”

"Bragging rights, you. The father glanced at his son with slanted eyes and sneered, "Just like you, digging more than 100 catties of bamboo shoots is still like a joke? ”

Liu Qingshan hates his father the most, and always likes to disagree with him.

However, before he could open his mouth to fight back, his mother threw the pork in the chopsticks into his father's bowl: "My son said it was a joke, it was a joke, you think everyone is as incapable as you." ”

"I don't have the ability? I don't have the ability, you cut all the firewood in the yard, or did your son cut it?"

"What kind of ability is it to chop some firewood, my son dug up more than 100 catties of bamboo shoots in one day, and sold them all, even the meat you eat now is also bought by my son who sold bamboo shoots and spent money. Mom's demeanor was so unhappy, and she deliberately picked the fattest piece of pork and threw it in Dad's bowl.

Dad gulped down the pork and said disdainfully: "What kind of skill is this? Isn't it only two or three hundred yuan? If I chop firewood for two days and sell it, I can have so much money." ”

Dad's words are true, the price of dry firewood now is forty yuan and one hundred catties. If my father can cut 300 catties a day, he will have more than 100 yuan. For two days, it's about 300 yuan.

The problem is that very few people collect firewood now. Generally, when there is a funeral or happy event at home, there is no firewood at home, but there is no shortage of money, and the family will collect firewood.

Or the kind of small workshop that needs to use firewood to cook soy milk to make yuba. But with the advancement of science and technology, there are fewer and fewer yuba factories that still use firewood as fuel.

So firewood is something that sometimes doesn't necessarily sell after a few years.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan said very proudly: "Yes, even if your firewood can be sold, even if your firewood can be sold for fifty yuan, but in two days, it will only be three hundred yuan." However, I have made more than a thousand dollars by digging bamboo shoots for a day and selling bamboo shoots for a day, how can you compare with me?"

More than a thousand?

The old couple were stunned for a moment.

"How much?" "Mom was stunned, thinking she had misheard.

"Bragging rights, you. Dad listened very well, but he didn't believe it, thinking that the boy was bragging.

Moreover, the cowhide was blown into the sky.

"What a brag, I really sold it for so much money, I don't believe you are waiting. Liu Qingshan threw down the dishes and chopsticks, took out all the money he earned today from the room, and put it on the dining table.

The dining table was made of wood by my father himself, it was not very big, and there were already three dishes and one soup, plus this pile of money, it was crowded in an instant.

In the dim light, the colorful banknotes crowded the table, like colorful gems, shining and shining, illuminating the eyes of parents.

"Haha, why is there so much money?" The old mother was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, and she couldn't care about eating, so she put down the dishes and chopsticks, and folded the banknotes on the table one by one according to the large and small denominations, and counted them while stacking, "One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, four hundred and fifty, five hundred, five hundred and twenty......"

Actually, my mother didn't even finish the second grade of elementary school.

At the end of the count, my mother counted incorrectly several times. Dad was in a hurry, grabbed the banknotes, and counted them again.

In the end, after counting twice, the amount of money he got was the same, and the father looked at his turtle son in disbelief: "How can there be so much money? Qingshan, these are really the money you sell bamboo shoots? Don't lie to us." ”

Liu Qingshan rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, of course it's my money from selling bamboo shoots." I dug up more than 100 catties of bamboo shoots yesterday. Now winter bamboo shoots can be sold for ten yuan a catty in the town, more than a hundred catties, isn't it more than a thousand?"

Hearing this, the old couple couldn't be happier.

I really didn't expect that their family would have such a time when they earned more than 1,000 yuan in two days. Moreover, this is the son who sells bamboo shoots.

Oh my God, if I dig up all the bamboo shoots in the mountains and sell them all, won't I make a fortune?

Mom couldn't be happier, but Dad was still a little puzzled: "Yesterday you dug up more than 100 catties of bamboo shoot shells, could it be that you sold them with bamboo shoot shells today?"

Liu Qingshan nodded: "Yes, of course it is sold together with bamboo shoot shells." ”

My mother's eyes widened, and she asked with a look of surprise: "Even bamboo shoot shells can be sold for ten yuan a catty?" Haha, I can't believe it. ”

"Mom, there's something you can't believe about this. You forget, this winter bamboo shoots are generally unearthed after the Spring Festival, although it is easy to dig at that time, but there are more digging, and there are more bamboo shoots to sell, and the price will naturally be much lower. If you dig before the Spring Festival, the price will be much higher. Moreover, there is still a long time before the Spring Festival, so of course the price is also high. ”

The son's explanation finally dispelled the doubts in the hearts of the old couple.

The mother was so happy that she quickly grabbed the chopsticks, picked up the plate, and directly picked all the pork on the plate into her son's bowl.

My son has dug so many bamboo shoots and made so much money, so he should eat more meat.

But Liu Qingshan shouted: "Mom, don't clip it." I said I don't eat pork anymore. ”

As he spoke, Liu Qingshan picked the pork into his father's bowl again, and then picked up the plate of scrambled eggs with leeks and poured most of them into his bowl: "I like to eat scrambled eggs with leeks." ”

Seeing this, my mother said happily: "That's okay, my mother will cook eggs for you every day in the future." Qingshan, are you going to dig bamboo shoots tomorrow?"

"Of course, I have earned more than 1,000 in these two days, which is several times better than working the construction site. I'll go into the mountain early tomorrow and try to dig up 200 catties, so that I can have 2,000 yuan." ”

Seeing that his son was talking big again, his father ridiculed: "You still dig two hundred catties, you are the Monkey King." ”

The old mother was unhappy when she saw the old man taunting her son like this: "Oh, as long as you have the ability, you can do it, why are you so disdainful of others." ”

"I can't see others well, I just think young people shouldn't develop the habit of talking big. ”

This is my son, and he said that if he can dig 200 catties, he will definitely be able to dig 200 catties. ”

"Look at you like this, ah, your son is so old, you are still used to him, and sooner or later you will be spoiled. ”

......

Listening to the quarrels one after another, Liu Qingshan's face was black. They can quarrel over a meal, I really don't know how they have survived these decades.