When He Laosan came back, he carried a basket full of chun buds.

The basket and basket are both backpack furniture woven from bamboo, but the tie of the basket is made of rope, which can be moved into a shoulder boast, while the tie of the basket is fixed.

Mu Zhen remembered that when she saw these two kinds of furniture for the first time, she couldn't help but think of modern satchels and backpacks, and wondered if the bags in her previous life were developed from ancient agricultural tools.

The volume of the back basket is larger than that of the shoulder basket, and one back basket can hold more than two shoulder baskets. It just so happened that Mu Zhen still had a basket of chun buds that were not scalded, so she asked He Laosan to help her wash them, and she finished scalding the rest.

The speed of the two is much faster than that of one person, although the two of them help themselves, but after Mu Zhen finished all the work in hand, she was still tired and had a sore back.

"Mother, sit down, and the bag will give you a beating." Xiao Baozi saw Mu Zhen rubbing her shoulders, and sensibly moved a stool to Mu Zhen.

"Thank you, my mother's bag is so good." As he spoke, he kissed Xiao Baozi's little face.

The mother and son were interacting, and naturally no one noticed He Laosan's wrinkled brows.

"Zhenzhen, what are you doing with so many Tsubaki buds?"

"Sell."

No one has ever eaten this thing, and someone will sell it? He Laosan was curious, "Sell?" Sell it to whom? He took a sun-dried Tsubaki sprout, frowned, and said, "How to eat it with black paint?" ”

Mu Zhen was very hurt by He Laosan's suspicions, "If I can't sell it, you will eat it all for me, and besides, you are not allowed to eat the tuniyu I made at noon." ”

Looking at Mu Zhen's angry expression, He Laosan felt very pleasing to the eye, and he didn't care about the things that the mother had just ignored him.

"Zhenzhen Mo is angry, I am lonely and unheard, you say that this thing can be eaten, then it can be eaten."

Regarding He Laosan's flattery, Mu Zhen rolled her eyes and ignored it. In the morning Tsubaki tree buds, she left some fresh, just enough to use to make Tsubaki.

Speaking of Tsubaki, this taste really makes her nostalgic. The recipe for Tsubaki is relatively simple, and although I only ate it when I was a child, I still remember the specific method. The reason why it is called Tsubaki is that it is naturally made of Tsubaki buds, which looks a bit like a fish.

Since Mu Zhen came, the family began to eat three meals. At this point in time, it's almost time to start making lunch.

"Baobao, you go outside and turn the Tsubaki buds one by one, and Daddy will come to light the fire for your mother." Fried Tsubaki, the heat is very important, the fire is big, the outside is pasted and the inside is not cooked, the fire is small, the Tsubaki sprouts are simmered in the inside and soft, and the taste is not fragrant. Although small buns can be used to burn the fire, they will not master the heat.

For what Mu Zhen ordered, the little bun will be happy to complete, watching her son jump and go out, Mu Zhen did not forget to instruct: "Remember to put your hat on, if you are sunny, come back and drink some water and go again." ”

Giving the two of them a good task, Mu Zhen began the important step of frying spring fish: noodles. The noodles mentioned here are not dry and dry, but to be watered and thinned, just like batter.

When mixing noodles, you need to control the amount of water. And dry, after it is fried, it looks like a gnocchi, covering the fragrance of the Tsubaki buds, and when it is thin, the Tsubaki sprouts can't be wrapped.

In addition, seasoning is also important. Mu Zhen crushed garlic, ginger, pepper, and chili pepper with a spicy pestle, then put all of them in the noodles and mix well, and finally add salt.

Speaking of the spicy nest, Mu Zhen thinks it is very interesting, that is, to take a cylindrical stone with a diameter of seven or eight centimeters, dig a middle finger-deep hole in the middle, and then find a thick cylindrical stone, and polish the stone of the middle piece and the pestle thing smooth, which is the whole combination of the spicy nest mentioned here.

I remember the first time I used this spicy nest, Mu Zhen always felt that its structure was unreasonable. Because it is used to hold a nest of chili peppers and the like, there is a gap of about three centimeters next to it, and the stone used for pestles, she thinks it is a bit short, and it is not easy to use it.

Later, she inadvertently fixed her wrist in the notch, and it was very comfortable to use. I don't feel that the socket is too deep, the stone of the pestle is too short to be strong, and I don't feel that the stone of the pestle is too heavy and laborious.

This made Mu Zhen can't help but admire the meticulousness and seriousness of the craftsman.

Moving on to the practice of this Tsubaki fish. Once the noodles are ready, the process is basically complete. Then put the Tsubaki sprouts left in the morning one by one in the mixed noodles, wait for the oil in the pot to burn red, put the Tsubaki sprouts wrapped in it, and wait until the two sides are golden brown, and the Tsubaki is ready.

Because the yield of rapeseed oil in this era was relatively low and the price was relatively expensive, most people in the countryside ate lard. But the fat content of lard is too high, so Mu Zhen mixed the two and ate them.

They are relatively tight now, and they don't have so much oil in addition, so Mu Zhen just uses oil to shake the pot and make sure that it is not a pan, and then fry it.

More than 20 Tsubaki tree buds were left, and Mu Zhen fried them all. Xiao Baozi stared at the golden Tsubaki on both sides, and kept smacking his mouth. And He Laosan is curious about how delicious things that everyone has never eaten can become in the hands of his daughter-in-law.

Looking at the two handsome faces, one big and one small, looking at the pot, Mu Zhen couldn't help but feel funny. After the first batch in the pot was fried, the wind was given to the two of them.

In Mu Zhen's expectant gaze, He Laosan tried to take a bite. It's not a human delicacy, but it tastes good.

When you bite into it, the outside is burnt and the inside is soft, and with the unique fragrance of Tsubaki buds, it tastes unique. He Laosan commented very pertinently: Not bad.

And here, Xiao Baozi's reaction is even more exaggerated, the one wrapped in his mouth is too hot to swallow, and he has to feed what he has in his hand to his mouth. Mu Zhen laughed at it.

Rural stoves generally like to beat three mouths, the outer pot and the middle pot are used by people, and the inner pot is used to cook pig food. Mu Zhen's family is small and has no pigs, so she barely built two pots.

When the outer pot is in the kang tuni, the inner pot is boiled with sauerkraut and artichoke soup.

He Laosan felt strange when he ate this at that time, so he went out and broke a handful of chun sprouts again, and asked Mu Zhen to make more, and he asked Xiao Baozi to call Jinshan and his family to eat together.

When the husband and wife came, Mu Zhen had already cooked a small half-wooden basin of Tsubaki fish, and there were twenty or thirty of them. Hongmei saw that Mu Zhen had a lot of Tsubaki buds drying outside, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Zhenniang, what are you doing with so many things outside the house?" Why do I look like the sprouts of a Tsubaki tree? ”

The couple and Mu Zhen's family have always taken good care of them, not to mention anything else, before Mu Zhen came over, most of the rice of Xiao Baozi was eaten at their house.

Jinshan's father and mother died early, and there is a younger sister at the bottom, who has been married for more than a year, although there is no son and a half daughter, and life is also tight.

Therefore, when He Laosan planned to let them come to dinner, Mu Zhen didn't intend to hide it, "Sister-in-law Hongmei is here, sit down, it's Tsubaki Bud." I see that we don't have anyone to eat, so I want to get more savings, and sell them in the town in the future to subsidize some families. ”

Hongmei was also not polite, and when she saw Mu Zhen frying the tunyu, she rolled up her sleeves and put the fried one on the table, and then took the bowl to scoop the soup in the pot, "Can this thing still be sold for money?" No one has eaten it before, has anyone sold it? ”

There are a lot of people in the town, and besides, the Tsubaki tree buds are all over the ground, Mu Zhen thought that she could do it with Hongmei, "It's just that no one eats it, so it's strange, isn't my sister-in-law busy these two days?" If you're not busy, just do it with me. When the time comes, you can sell it for money, you can't sell it for money, and when you don't have vegetables in winter, you can eat it yourself, it's better than eating pickles and pickles every day. ”

Hongmei has never eaten it herself, whether it is in her mother's house or her mother-in-law's house, she grows crops honestly, and she has never thought of doing business. At this time, Mu Zhen said that she didn't know the bottom of her heart, plus her man's sister was going to get married next month, so she was busy embroidering wedding dresses.

said with a smile: "I understand Zhenniang's kindness, but I don't have much time in the past few months, Erya is getting married, and the crops on the slope are counting on Jinshan alone, so I won't undertake these." ”

Mu Zhen is sincerely invited, and she can't help it if others don't want her. Although she thinks that this will definitely make money, there are no absolutes, and she can't say it so hard, so she has to give up.

What neither of them knew was that Hongmei later regretted not doing this business with Muzhen, which also made Hongmei actively support and respond to whatever Muzhen did in the future, thus creating the second richest businessman in Pingyao Village.

Hongmei and Geumsan also ate this for the first time, and Geumsan saw that the days of his good brothers were getting better and better, so he couldn't help but quip: "Zhenniang's current cooking skills can't even compare to my mother-in-law, no wonder the third child looks a lot stronger." ”

He Laosan didn't talk much, and Mu Zhen was not good at joking with this rough man, so the couple was blushing. Hongmei still couldn't see it, picked up a chunyu and put it in her man's bowl, and said angrily: "I can't stop your mouth when I eat, eat yours." ”

The husband and wife didn't speak, but Xiao Baozi, who didn't know that the adults were joking, spoke, "Uncle Shanzi is telling the truth, I used to think that Aunt Mei's cooking was the best, but now I think the food cooked by my mother is the best." ”

The four adults were amused by the little bun, and Hongmei feigned anger, "You little white wolf, you used to eat so much Aunt Mei, but now you dislike it." As he spoke, he picked up another piece of Tsubaki fish and put it in a small bun bowl, "Here, since your mother's cooking is delicious, you can eat more." ”

Don't look at the small buns, the people are small, the ghosts are ghostly, knowing that his words have made his aunt unhappy, so he quickly sandwiched a chunyu and put it in the red plum bowl, "Aunt Mei is not angry, Aunt Mei's cooking is the second best in the world, except for my mother, no one can compare." ”

Yes, everyone said so, what else does Hongmei care about, except for the old lady, her own aunt can still rank second in his heart, and she is also content, "I finally didn't hurt you in vain." ”

Mu Zhen watched her son play treasure, and she was happy in her heart, and kept beckoning everyone to eat more.

This is eating and eating, and I really eat too much. Of the more than thirty spring fish, only five or six were left to be solved by five people. Thinking that there was still someone in the Geumsan family, Mu Zhen brought back all the remaining soup and Tsubaki fish.

The atmosphere of this era is not as perverted as some ancient dynasties in the previous life, but daughters are generally about to get married, and it is better to have fewer daughters.

But a married woman, or before the age of fourteen, is more free.

Thinking that this thing is rare, my own sister must also like to eat it, so Jinshan and his wife are not polite, and they all pretend to go.