"Madam, we have pickled ten jars of dried radish, ten jars of pickles, ten jars of pickled cabbage, five jars of beans, two jars of eggplant, and one jar of cucumbers. There are also some cabbage, turnips, and cabbage, do you want to soak them too. “

After half a month of hard work, the idle house in the back yard of Lin Zhu was full of vats, and Granny Jiang and Granny Liu introduced it proudly.

The smell of pickles wafted all over the yard, and the smell of rancid smell was a little pungent.

Lin Zhu hugged the little ingots and said, "Pickled, of course pickled, as much as there is pickled." There is no food in winter, and it is four or five months long. ”

Granny Jiang and Granny Liu bowed her head and said, "Madam, we can't put it on our side, otherwise we will store a few cylinders on Mrs. Sima's side." ”

"This, she probably won't agree, she's different from us."

Sima Mingzhu came over with a toddler that day, and saw that her backyard was all dried radish, and there were a lot of cabbage, and the pickled vegetable jar exuded a sour smell, so she covered her nose and left, her eyes full of disgust. I haven't come much these days.

Granny Jiang pouted and said, "She is different from us, but what is different from Madame?" Our lady is no worse than her, and besides, she has to eat vegetables in winter, doesn't she? ”

Of course, it can't be said that people used to be princesses.

Lin Zhu said with a smile: "Sister Mingzhu has a noble status, and she is uncomfortable smelling pickles. ”

The smell is really bad, but it will fade after a few days, and you can get used to it after a long time. That's all there is to it for the rest of the winter.

Granny Liu muttered in a low voice: "When she eats, she definitely doesn't say it's uncomfortable." ”

Regardless of whether the officials are officials or the common people, in addition to radishes and cabbage, there are pickles in winter.

Lin Zhu teased Xiao Yuanbao and said, "If she doesn't want to smell it, forget it." We'll marinate it in the yard over here, and there's no place to store it, so we'll put it in the front yard. ”

There is not enough space for a few jars of pickles in such a large yard.

Granny Jiang flattered and said, "Isn't the old slave afraid of smoking the lady and the little son?"

"Smoke and smoke, we are all men and women who eat and drink, and we are not immortals who do not eat fireworks in the world." Lin Zhu teased the little ingot, and the child was already able to stand on her hand and jump high very steadily: "That's right, little cutie." If it is not smoked for a few days, what do we eat in winter? Can't you just eat without eating vegetables? ”

But if you can't go back for a year or two, you live here. You can choose a la carte menu. It's a bit late this year. Hu Dadong's family was too busy with crops, and the vegetables were just piggybacking, so the number of vegetable varieties was too small.

Granny Jiang saw that she was very close to the people and had no arrogance, so she talked a lot. Tell Lin Zhu the steps of pickling.

It seems to be different from my mother's approach. It's a lot simpler.

She looked at some of the eggplants that hadn't been dried yet. said: "My mother said that eggplant is a rich vegetable. of with a lot of oil. ”

In previous years, Granny Jiang would only pickle a few simple dishes, namely leeks, radishes, and cabbage. Eggplant, peppers, cucumbers and so on are all from Granny Li.

Lin Zhu recalled the steps of Cai Er Niangzi to pickle vegetables in previous years, and now it seems to be much simpler. Is it so simple that the taste will be much worse.

Granny Jiang looked at the eggplant that had been dried and wilted and said, "I still need to use oil." Isn't it just a matter of salt? ”

It's as simple as salting.

Lin Zhu asked in surprise: "Granny Jiang, those dishes are only salted, and nothing else is put in, such as soy sauce, pepper, cinnamon, star anise, or something?" ”

Granny Jiang was even more surprised than her: "Why do you have to put so much salt and order food?" ”

In previous years, she had been like this with pickles. Pickles, as long as they don't change color and are salty enough, they can be eaten.

Lin Zhu shook his head and said, "Granny Jiang, the dishes that are only salted are probably bitter and salty." Granny Jiang, my mother's pickled dishes are delicious. When I see her pickles, she will put a lot of seasonings in them, such as dried radish, which is boiled with pepper, soy sauce, cinnamon, star anise, fennel or something, and poured into the dried radish after it is cold. The same is true of sauerkraut, and some almonds will be put in the leeks, and the eggplant will basically be soaked in oil. ”

Granny Jiang was a little embarrassed, bowed her head and said, "Madam,." The old slave used to pickle vegetables like this in previous years, no wonder it tasted bad, except that it was salty. Madame, are we too late to boil pepper water now? ”

It's only been marinating for a few days, so it should be in time.

Lin Zhu said: "It's time, of course it's time, the vegetables have to be pickled for a long time,"

Granny Jiang bowed her head and said, "The old slave is going, the peppercorns that were dried this year have a strong taste." “

Granny Jiang went to the kitchen to look for spices, and Lin Zhu walked around dozens of large vat with a small ingot, so many dishes should be able to support a winter.

I felt that the little ingots were unstable, struggling and writhing in her arms, waving two small hands. Knowing that he saw an acquaintance, he turned his head and saw that it was Sima Mingzhu who walked in with his nose covered and twisted his body, followed by Granny Li, two little maids, and walked over with a little golden boy who had just learned to walk.

Seeing the little nephew who was already beautiful and stylish just over the age of old, Lin Zhu immediately smiled in his eyes, stretched his voice and bent down and said, "The little golden boy is here, come and see if your little brother is ashamed, and let people hug him." ”

The little ingots saw the little golden boy, and happily scurried around, and the alien words in the house came out of his mouth, and Lin Zhu almost couldn't control it. , had to crouch down and put him on the ground.

The little ingots stretched out his two hands and wanted to get closer to the little golden boy, but he couldn't walk yet, and his two little legs couldn't move away, so he could only move his body vertically.

The little golden boy hid behind Granny Li a little shyly, and poked his head again, a pair of pure and soft eyes full of joy to look over, a high-quality little baby who really loves cute people. He stepped out of his little legs and staggered over, and said "Bao, Bao." ”

He has begun to learn to speak, although it is only a few words, and the words are not clear, but it is Yi Yi babbling ah and some are very cute, he will call the little ingots - treasure.

Lin Zhu took the little ingots with one hand and helped the little golden boy with the other, and teased him and shouted: "Auntie." ”

The little golden boy was very cute and flashed with angelic eyes, and called indistinctly: "Dudu." Honk. ”

Lin Zhu, who listened, was itching with indescribable joy in his heart.

"Come, toot kiss."

Kissed the cute little face hard. The little ingots seemed to be a little jealous, and raised his little hand and pushed it over.

It made the maid and mother-in-law laugh together.

Sima Mingzhu frowned and covered his nose for a turn, and shouted at the little maid who added salt to the vegetable jar: "Look at you, you are so dirty, don't you know how to wear something clean, you smell these vegetables smell bad and die, can you eat them." Don't hurry up and throw them all out! Look at the jar that's all broken. ”

Broken! Lin Zhu hurriedly got up, how could it be bad if he hadn't marinated it for a few days?

She hurriedly handed over the little ingots to Ruxiang, told Granny Li to take care of the little golden boy, and walked over.

It turned out that there was a chemical reaction in the vat soaked in sour cabbage. There is a layer of white foam. Pickles are all like this. After a few days, it is marinated and removed, and it is said that this white floating layer plays a protective role.

She hurriedly explained: "Sister Mingzhu, pickles are like this. Just remove the top one in a few days. ”

"That's it? It smells so bad and you can eat it! ”

Sima Mingzhu covered her nose and lifted her skirt. With a look of contempt on his face, he left the pickle vat. said to Granny Li and a few little maids, "Take the little master away." The smell is dead, remember not to eat the salt here in the future! ”

Granny Li smiled bitterly and glanced at Lin Zhu, looked at Sima Mingzhu cautiously and said, "Mrs. Mingzhu." That's how this pickle is. What do you eat without them? ”

If you don't eat pickles, you will have potatoes and radishes left, Sima Mingzhu doesn't like potatoes very much, and white radishes and green radishes are too tasteful, so the only thing that can be eaten is cabbage and carrots, and it is four or five months long, how can you only eat these two vegetables?

Besides, she remembers that she ate pickles half of the time last year, isn't she eating them too? Why are you picking on it now?

She doesn't like such a master very much, in fact, until now, the seventh master has just sent her to serve this noble-looking woman who does not eat fireworks in the world, and has not said who she is. However, when she saw the little master, she could think of her relationship with the seventh master. But the Seventh Master never said anything about getting married.

So this high-ranking lady should not be married by Ming Media.

Sima Mingzhu fiercely rolled the white eyeballs of the crushing person several times at Granny Li, and scolded in a back nasal voice: "You can't eat such a bad smelling thing if you eat anything, a pariah is a pariah and a maid is a maid, I said Zhu'er, you have become a concubine with Brother Xiaoguang, why are you still so tasteless." ”

Pickled vegetables and no taste? Eating pickles is a pariah maid? In previous years, the old lady of Yanfu, brother Bao Zhen Baoxi, Jin Xiaoguang and Yan Wuwu were all full of praise for the pickles of the mother, and the fairy-like people of Yan Wufu Jin Xiaoguang Baozhen still looked at the pickles of the mother, but there was no dislike at all.

What a capitalist lady!

Lin Zhu ignored her contempt, glanced at the pickles in the jar indifferently and said, "Sister Mingzhu, no matter how high the taste is, you have to eat." You can't all become immortals. The dishes were all pickled by ourselves and were clean. In the past, Young Master Jin Zhen had eaten it all and said it was delicious. ”

"It's because they didn't see that." Sima Mingzhu continued to roll his eyes and fan the unpleasant smell with one hand: "Zhu'er, come out, I have something to say to you." ”

After speaking, she twisted her waist and dragged the long skirt out, and Granny Li smiled helplessly and took the little golden boy out.

She has been following Bao Zhen Bao Qi Ye for more than ten years, watching Qi Ye grow up, and watching the people who follow Qi Ye expand day by day, there are tens of thousands of people to hundreds of thousands now. Except for the seventh master and the ninth master's personal entourage, everyone else is almost equal, and there is no distinction between high and low. Even the leaders who charged down from the battlefield changed into coarse cloth clothes and went to the fields to farm.

Those maids who served the seventh and ninth masters were not voluntary.

But now that she is serving Sima Mingzhu with a maid, two mothers-in-law and a wet nurse, she always feels a little shrunken, and she doesn't know how to make her satisfied.

Lin Zhu followed out with the little ingot.

Sima Mingzhu has something to admire, and his temperament is also straightforward, but the princess's illness is rampant, and it is exposed after getting along for a long time.

For example, she is very picky and particular. I wake up early in the morning to wear jewelry and hairstyles. is more picky about eating, she doesn't bring a little golden boy, and she is very strict with her nurse maid.

And she's not doing anything on her own so far.

Qinglian is a lot more easy-going. Just now she brought the little golden boy to Lin Zhu's side, Qinglian went to the kitchen to settle down the meal, if she didn't go in person, Sima Mingzhu would be picky and angry again.

When he came to the door of the main house in the front yard, Sima Mingzhu took down the hand that had been covering his nose and said angrily: "Zhu'er, you said that Brother Xiaoguang came a few days ago, and Shumo also came, why didn't you give us any fabric and jewelry!" And we eat these coarse tea and light rice all day long, so it's time to change the taste. ”

I don't like the food is bad, and I don't dress well.

Lin Zhu looked at her clothes, silk and satin, all of which were of fine fabric, full of hairpin rings. , where is it bad.

As for the food, so far it is all fresh, a few chickens were killed in ten days and half a month, a pig was slaughtered in two months, and a lot of bacon was pickled. There are also square inches to go hunting occasionally, which is not bad.

She was slightly puzzled and said, "Sister Mingzhu, I think it's very good." There are white noodles, meat and vegetables to eat, and the clothes are not bad, they are all silk and satin, which are comparable to the rich owner. ”

If you want to know how to be content, you can't do it, just stay in your palace.

Sima Mingzhu looked at her with a very disgusted gaze and said, "Zhu'er, what is not bad!" I've been wearing these clothes for a few months, and the jewelry on my head, on my hands and on my neck, there are just a few pieces, what is the name of what I eat, just a few dishes a day. You must know that in the past, the palace was dressed every day, and the jewelry could not be worn. Zhu'er, I can't stand it. You tell Young Master Jin to buy me some fabrics and jewelry, and send a few more people, preferably a cook." ”

When have you been so particular about it?

Lin Zhu endured a few endurances and didn't say anything to make her recognize the current situation.

just said: "Sister Mingzhu, you will just settle." I can't get in touch with Master Jin, and I won't be back soon. ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

If you are afraid of hardship, don't sneak out, don't be desperate. My brother is so dangerous and has a long way to go now, how can he be distracted from these things.

Seeing her say this, Sima Mingzhu's eyes widened angrily, and he pointed at Lin Zhu and scolded: "Zhu'er, you are a village woman, just a maid." Hair is long and knowledge is short, well, you don't give it,. I will take the golden boy to Tianmen Town to the capital, and if I am caught, I will say that I was abducted by you. I want you all to die! ”

So vicious!

is really worthy of Sima Yunzhu's sister. But this is in Hujiapo, and it is her territory.

Why is this Sima Mingzhu so willful, just for a few clothes and a few pieces of jewelry, he has to overturn his previous brave pursuit.

She also thinks that she is a woman who is desperate for love. It seems that she was just impulsive before.

She turned around abruptly and said, "Sister Mingzhu, how can you take revenge, who begged me to take her away, saying that as long as you take the child (to be continued. )