Zhuanghu's family, farming and chewing are all in the solar terms. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The solar terms of the old year are only put on decorations to make people stare dryly, which is not useful at all, and which one can only stomp and stumble.

But although this year has just begun, it is unexpectedly accurate.

It's just too accurate.

Just a few days after the New Year, still in the first month, the rain began to fall on the day of the rainy season.

Although this rain is a good thing for the villagers, the drizzle and the germination of plants and trees are conducive to the rejuvenation of winter and spring flowers, and is conducive to spring ploughing.

But for Sichuan pepper, this spring rain is dripping and dripping, although it is not disturbing, and the rain is also light. But the rain and fog have been permeating for so many days, but it is enough to cause people to worry.

After all, this white celery is still in the ground!

I'm not worried that the white celery in the field can't resist the soaking of such rain, and this idea of rain may not scare the white celery. She was only worried that if the sun didn't come out, Bai Qin's height might not grow taller again. I am also worried that in such weather, how can the shopkeeper Guo transport the white celery to the capital.

The goal of Sichuan pepper is not to just sell Bai Qin, although she still doesn't have a very clear plan for Bai Qin at this time.

But I'm worried again, when the day comes, Bai Qin should still be able to afford to collect it.

When Daddy Qin went to Lianxi for a banquet on the twelfth day of the first month, when he pushed the cup and changed the lamp, he had agreed with the shopkeeper Guo that on the twenty-fourth day of the first month, the shopkeeper Guo would personally bring someone over to accept the white celery.

So early in the morning of the 23rd, Father Qin took out the rakes, hoes, rice baskets and other farm tools in the tool room and scrubbed them clean.

Just had lunch, even though there was still sporadic light rain in the sky, and the sky and the earth were foggy, Father Qin and Qin Lianhu were still busy.

He went down to the ground in a cloak and a hat and began to harvest celery.

Qin Lao Niang and the Yao family also gathered over to help rinse the white celery, and after the dill took the fennel and cloves to sort out the work on the stove, she began to boil water and decoction soup again, so as to warm up the elders.

Harvesting celery is really a physical task, not to mention such a wind and rain and cold and biting weather is a hurdle that cannot be overcome. His feet were stuck in the mud, and he was unconscious. Bending down and using a nail rake, little by little, to peel off the heavy and sticky soil soaked in the rain, the white celery is uprooted from the base line by line.

Rao is a strong laborer who is used to doing farm work, and he can't get up a few lines of white celery in one breath, not to mention that he is still so burdensome.

And every handful of white celery is put on the side of the ditch, and Yao's several will come over one by one to collect it and take it to the side of the water to rinse.

And compared with white celery, it is not easy to wash white celery.

Fortunately, the spring water is slightly warmer than the stream water, so that it does not become a frozen carrot in both hands.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law did a few assembly operations, first rinsing off the mud wrapped in Bai Qin's body, and then rinsing it off little by little.

Only this time, not only did the roots dare not pinch off, but the old leaves and parietal leaves of the stem sheath did not dare to be removed very much, for fear of causing damage to the white celery and it was difficult to preserve.

In this way, not only the young stems and petioles must be washed, but even the roots must be washed without a trace of sludge.

The thoroughly cleaned celery is neatly stacked in a basket and drained.

The two small things of Sichuan pepper bay leaves held a big oil-paper umbrella together, squatting next to the seedling basket and watching.

Sichuan Jiao only felt that the caution of rinsing the white celery was really similar to the appearance of Luo Che bathing her.

Only as more and more bundles of white celery were in the rice basket, Sichuan pepper unexpectedly found that the quality of this white celery was unexpectedly better than the first stubble.

Although there is not much difference on the side, for example, the height is still not high, and the petiole is still forked early, but it is obvious that it has broken away from the thin strength of the first stubble of white celery, and the young stem is generally strong.

It was an unexpected thought.

Sichuan pepper blinked, and couldn't help but carefully recall the process of making this stubble of white celery in his mind.

When Father Qin began to collect the white celery, and when the old lady Qin rinsed the celery in her hand, she gradually noticed the difference.

It was unanimously concluded that white celery likes fat.

After hearing this, Qin Lianfeng asked Father Qin even more vigorously if he wanted to raise a few litters of rabbits: "I remember that the manure of the rabbit pen is the best." It's not bad to raise a few more sheep, and it's okay to have sheep manure, which is much better than cow dung. ”

Qin Lianxiong smiled when he heard this: "What is enough to do with a few litters of rabbits and a few sheep, if it is really easy to use, it is enough to rely on the economy to collect fat." ”

Qin Lao Niang was a little worried about whether this stubble of white celery would be too old.

In the eyes of the old people who have dealt with the stove all their lives, no matter how rare it is, if it is an entrance, it is inseparable from the word "taste". If the taste is bad, then everything is in vain.

And this white celery is actually a fresh, crisp and tender, if you can chew out the slag, the color is not rare.

Du's fan-like big hands carefully held the white celery and rinsed it repeatedly under the thin stream of water, and hurriedly said: "Probably not, this white celery is so tender, just like the little arms of pepper pepper bay leaves, I don't dare to use force, how can I be old?" ”

Shen stared at the white celery in his hand left and right, and no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't touch the word "old", so he said: "Why don't we taste it for dinner, whether it is slightly old, we will know when the time comes." ”

However, when Du Shi heard this, it was obvious that she couldn't wait for the night to get dark, and as soon as Shen's words fell, she was already saying to Qin Lao Niang: "Mother, don't wait for the night, let's fry it now and taste it!" ”

Yao's and Luo's also looked at Qin Lao Niang, Qin Lao Niang was just worried, but she didn't expect the four daughters-in-law to be so nervous, she glanced at the four of them with a smile, picked out a white celery, pinched it slightly, the juice overflowed, and she was already relieved. But I still decided to make a copy and try it, but I can't fool others.

Wash your hands and savor it, but there is no difference, the crispness is not worse than the stubble, and the furniture is relieved.

Sichuan pepper has never been too worried, because she knows that as long as the white celery has not grown adventitious roots, it will not taste old. But don't say that if you stay outside under the sun, you will grow old when you see the light, even if you see the wind, you will grow long, but you can't wait to grow one or two points in a day, and you can see it with the naked eye in three or two days. In addition, the young leaves of the white stems will gradually turn green, and the taste will naturally be different.

Just staring at Bai Qin in front of him, tilting his head to think about this, he still hasn't figured out what the reason is.

However, this heart is not completely bottomless, after all, I understand in my heart that it may be related to the quality of the cress before. Again, the amount of fertilizer used in this stubble is indeed slightly more than that of the first stubble. Also, Sichuan Pepper turned his head to look at the ditch next to the water pipe, maybe the reason is still here. (To be continued.) )