Because there were not enough bamboo poles to dry clothes, Yang Liu found a few straw ropes in the stove room, tied them to the yard, and then dried the washed sheets, and then patted the cotton wool with a washing stick that had dried. At this time, the mountain came back sweating and muddy, and carrying a bundle of grass on his back.

Yang Liu didn't care at first, and when he smelled the unique smell of wormwood, he asked with some surprise: "Dashan, what are you doing cutting so much wormwood?" ”

Wormwood is rarely seen now, and even many people only know a name, where have they really seen it. Yang Liu is such a small part of the lucky people, grandmother's family specially planted some wormwood and calamus. Even if he was too lazy to make his own rice dumplings later, the habit of bathing with wormwood was still retained. The willow has only been washed a few times, and I have the impression that the bath water boiled by wormwood is similar to traditional Chinese medicine soup, but it does not smell bad.

"It's going to be the Dragon Boat Festival, so you don't have to rob others if you cut it back early." Dashan came out with a few handfuls of wild plums, scooped up the water and began to wash them.

People who are used to living the Gregorian calendar really can't react for a while, Yang Liu thought, isn't today the first day of the fifth month?

Yang Liu slapped the cotton wool a few more times and said, "Then you don't need to cut so much, it's not easy to cut." Naturally, Yang Liu noticed the mud on the mountain.

"There's a piece on the other side of the lake, it's not hard to cut, and I picked a few wild duck eggs." Dashan took a handful of washed plums and approached Yang Liu and replied.

Yang Liu stopped, first stuffed one into Dashan's mouth, then sent it to his mouth, spit the kernel in the palm of his hand and then turned around and threw it into the ground, saying: "That's luck, wild duck eggs are nutritious." Just to make up for your father's body. Yang Liu's eyes fell on the wormwood, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Why don't you sell wormwood? ”

"Huh?" The mountains are a little confused, and the wormwood and calamus are all picked and hung in front of the door. To do the meaning of exorcism, and wait for the Dragon Boat Festival to take a bath in boiling water. Every year every household has to pick a handful, and when they don't usually need it, it's some grass, who will use it. Can this still be sold for money?

There have been people who have had this idea before, but the countryside is cut directly, and most of the big families want to have a good relationship or something, and some people send it. Although it is unfortunate to cut it, it can't help but sell a few handfuls. If you can't sell it, it's grass, or the kind that cows don't eat. So I gradually stopped thinking.

In fact, if you are willing to use your brain, even a piece of grass is money. Yang Liu felt that the farming concept of their ancestors had influenced them, and they only wanted to rely on their own serious and hard work to obtain money and food. The merchant just sells what he bought at a low price in the east to the west at a high price, and then sells what he buys from the west to the east, which is a bit tricky. Although scholars have a very high status in the eyes of the countrymen, they do not feel that businessmen are lowly, and if their lives are unsustainable, who would think of studying? Being able to change the economic situation of the whole family through one's own labor is undoubtedly the best choice.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Yang Liu said excitedly. "Don't big families also have festivals? Tie such a small handful with a red rope, and if you sell it, it will be regarded as a spare flower, and we will have no loss if you can't sell it, right? ”

Dashan let out a happy "um". He took the duck eggs into his room, put the basket on his back, and planned to go out again. Just bend over and move the knife, even if you make a few pennies, you still make money.

Yang Liu stopped him. After all, even if you go to town, you have to tomorrow at the earliest. It is easy to cut early and the exposure to the sun at noon, so it is best to cut it in the evening.

Dashan listened. He also put him next to the water tank in the stove, where the house was wet all the year round.

At this time, Yang Liu also had an idea and asked Dashan: "Where are the dumpling leaves picked?" ”

Yangliu is a southerner, and the southern rice dumplings are mostly made of bamboo, the leaves are wide, and the leaf edge has fine serrations. When wrapping, the leaves turn lightly to surround a cone, and then fill it with glutinous rice, etc. The reed leaves used here, but they are mostly seen in pictures, the willow is not a very typical southerner, nor is it a land of fish and rice, and the reed leaves are rarely seen. When Yang Liu followed the mountain to the dumpling leaf collection site, Yang Liu grew his mouth in surprise.

It's so narrow, how many slices do you have to wrap a zongzi?

Thinking that the last time he bought an umbrella was rejected, Yang Liu gritted his teeth and fought hard!

The willow and the mountain each picked a large handful, held it in their arms, and walked home.

"But Aunt Five, will anyone buy it?" The mountain is suspicious.

Selling zongzi is no better than selling wormwood, glutinous rice or something, and it costs a lot. Every year, he heard He complain about the cost of rice.

"Why doesn't anyone buy it?" Yang Liu gritted her teeth and said, she poured cold water on her before she started, don't look down on her so much, okay? Tong Yan Wuji, I heard everything just now, Yang Liu deceived himself and comforted himself.

"But"

"No, but." Yang Liu interrupted, and then quickened his pace: "Let's hurry up and go home and learn to make zongzi." ”

Dashan: "Is it really okay to cramming Buddha feet temporarily?"

When the two returned home, Li Cong, who had returned from the mountain, was holding wheat straw and preparing to change the roof.

"Hey, hey, come down." Willow beckoned.

"What's wrong?" Li Cong came down from the ladder.

"You cook at noon."

"But what you said about the rain leaking on the roof of our house." Li Cong pointed to the roof.

"There's no hurry about this, besides, it's not easy for you to change it alone, let's wait for the second brother to come back." It's just that the small piece of roof under the porch is leaking, and it's not a big problem.

While speaking, Yang Liu had already scooped a few bowls of rice into the copper basin, sat on a low bench and prepared to practice making zongzi.

"Lady" Li Cong was about to say something, and he noticed Yang Liu's movements, "Lady, are you making zongzi?" ”

"Hmm." Yang Liu replied without raising his head: "I want to sell zongzi, so you can help cook at noon." ”

"But I won't." Li Cong scratched his head, first his mother entered the stove room, and after his sister-in-law entered the door, he changed to his sister-in-law into the stove room, and he only added a few handfuls of firewood at most. I don't know how to cook at all, isn't this chasing ducks to the shelves?

"Oh, add water, add rice, and it's all over the fire, what's so difficult." Yang Liu waved his hand impatiently, and muttered again: "Oops, it's leaking again." ”

Then there was the sound of rice spilling down and lapping the copper basin.

Li Cong and Dashan glanced at each other, and a thick worry flashed in their eyes, is it really possible?

The mountain shrugged, then placed the reed leaf in his hand beside the willow.

Li Cong also reluctantly accepted the reality, carried the wheat straw to the stove, and recited Yang Liu's cooking scripture in his mouth: "Add water, add rice, and burn the fire." After chattering a few times, Li Cong also felt that cooking rice was quite simple. As soon as the person crossed the threshold, Li Cong took a few steps back, stuck out his head and said, "But lady, I don't know how to stir-fry yet." ”

Yang Liu was full of energy, but Li Cong was endless, and suddenly raised his head impatiently and shouted: "Put oil, put vegetables, put salt, stir-fry, put on the plate"

"And the fire and the washing of vegetables." Dashan added in a whisper.

Then he met Li Cong's gaze, well, he knew that these two things were his job.

"Hey, I remember who's going to be on duty today?" (To be continued......)