After breakfast, Xiao Qinghe followed her mother to the mountains to hunt pigweed, and at the same time dug a lot of folded ear roots back, she didn't believe in evil, such a delicious thing as folded ear roots, no one would buy it!

When I got home, I planted the goose intestines first and poured the vitality water on them.

After thinking about it, she left a little vitality water, added some water to dilute it, and tied up half a catty of folded ear roots with straw, and soaked the roots in the vitality water.

She wanted to see how much effect this diluted vitality water could have.

When doing this step, she also reflected on it, real scientific research needs to be very cautious and meticulous, where can she be like her, estimating it?

Each plant, the demand for vitality must be different, different concentrations of vitality water can play different roles for different plants, what kind of concentration is the most suitable, will not be lacking, will not be saturated?

These need to be verified by her little by little.

Xiao Qinghe suddenly found that in the next ten years, her workload will be huge!

However, to do such a detailed study, we can only wait for the economic situation at home to improve, and now we can only do a little rough experiment.

In the afternoon, the mother and daughter went to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots, and Xiao Qinghe asked while digging: "Mom, do you know when bamboo bird's nest, bamboo sun, and morel mushrooms can be picked?" ”

"What is bamboo bird's nest?"

"It's something as tender as white fungus, clumps of stuff."

"Oh, you said bamboo swallows, usually in April and May, there are very few things, blanch them with water, and they are very delicious."

Xiao Qinghe shook his head, bamboo bird's nest is really a terrible thing to use for cold salad, and the best way is to make soup, which has the effect of relieving cough and pain, relaxing tendons and activating the nerves, dispelling wind and dampness, replenishing and invigorating qi, and invigorating blood.

My mother has worked hard for many years, and her body is very weak, so she must pick some to replenish her body after two months.

"What about the bamboo sunflower? What month is it? It's a black hat on top and a white net skirt underneath. ”

"Snow skirt fairy, that has to go in June and July. The morel mushroom you are talking about, does the mushroom cap on the head seem to have a lot of honeycomb eyes, and the white mushroom stick below is relatively short? ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

"That's generally more in March and May, and there are some in August and September, depending on the rain."

Xiao Qinghe swallowed her saliva, these are real mountain delicacies, they must be even better than the ones she ate in her later life! How many of the so-called wild mushrooms in later generations can be wild? It's not yet grown in batches by hand.

When the season comes, she must come to pick a lot, don't sell it, keep it for her own food!

The mother and daughter spent half a day digging a back of bamboo shoots and came back, there were Nan bamboo shoots and Ci bamboo shoots, Lin Jing felt that it was almost there, and beckoned her daughter home.

Xiao Qinghe felt strange: "Mom, don't you have to peel off the bamboo shells of these bamboo shoots?" If you peel off the bamboo shell, you can at least dig twice as much. ”

"What are you doing by digging so much? I can't sell it out, I don't know if I can sell it out tomorrow, and I can't eat so much at home, so it won't be fresh to sell it in the next market. ”

"If you can't sell out, you can dry it and make it into dry goods, and you can sell dried bamboo shoots at any time."

Whether the dried bamboo shoots are used for stir-frying or stewing soup, they have a special flavor and taste quite good.

Lin Jing was slightly stunned: "This mother really hasn't thought about it." ”

Bamboo shoots are all very seasonal foods, that is, eat fresh when in season, who will eat them after the season? It is also a thing that does not cost money to grow wild in the mountains, so after so many years, no one in Fengming Township has really thought of drying bamboo shoots into dried bamboo shoots.

Xiao Qinghe's reminder seemed to open a gap in Lin Jing's solidified thinking.

She said excitedly: "Lotus, you're right, every spring, there are a lot of bamboo shoots because they can't be sold, so they are not picked, we can dig more to make dry goods, and sell them when there are no vegetables in autumn and winter." Not only bamboo shoots, but also some other wild vegetables can also be made into dried vegetables! ”

In the past, everyone only knew that they could make dried vegetables from their own unsold vegetables, and they never thought that wild vegetables could also be made into dried vegetables. Not to mention anything else, bracken, purslane, gray cabbage, and mother-in-law can be dried into dried vegetables.

"In previous years, when the vegetables were not sold, they didn't shoot pigweed, and directly took the vegetables to feed the pigs, but now that I think about it, it's really a waste!"

The more Lin Jing said, the more heartache he felt, Wutong Mountain is high and dense, wild grasses are everywhere, except for the winter when the grass and trees are withering, in other seasons, there is no shortage of pigweed, these are saved, and they can be sold for a lot of money!

Thinking about the extra income this year, Lin Jing picked up her daughter and kissed her the face: "Mom's lotus flower is so smart!" ”

Xiao Qinghe was not used to such intimacy, and wiped the saliva on his face expressionlessly, but his eyes were watery and glowing with soft light.

"In addition to drying bamboo shoots, bamboo shoots can also be made into kimchi, which is sour and crisp and refreshing, and is more delicious than pickled radish. It can be used as a side dish for porridge when it is just marinated, or it can be soaked for a long time, and then used to cook sauerkraut fish and stewed duck, which are all delicious. ”

I remembered the sour bamboo shoot side dishes, sour bamboo shoot fish soup, and sour bamboo shoot duck soup I had eaten in my previous life...... Xiao Qinghe couldn't help but drool.

"Pickled bamboo shoots? I haven't really tried it, can I eat it? ”

"Of course you can!" Xiao Qinghe nodded affirmatively.

Lin Jing said strangely, "How do you know?" ”

Xiao Qinghe's eyes flashed slightly, made a contemplative look, thought about it, and said, "I forgot where I heard about ......"

Lin Jing didn't get to the bottom of it, the left and right are things that don't need money, and you will know when you try it.

So Lin Jing continued to dig bamboo shoots, while Xiao Qinghe sat next to the back basket, peeled off the bamboo shells on the bamboo shoots that had been dug one by one, and the mother and daughter returned home with a full back of bamboo shoots.

According to the situation in previous years, Lin Jing left half of the bamboo shoots on her back, ready to carry them to the township tomorrow to sell, and the remaining half needed to be blanched.

Fresh bamboo shoots should not be left for too long, and after a long time, they will be lignified and inedible.

Pick out the bamboo shoots first, boil them in hot water, take advantage of the effort of boiling the bamboo shoots, slice the bamboo shoots, and take them out when the bamboo shoots are boiled to eight minutes cooked, drain them in the basket, and at the same time put the bamboo shoots in the pot, and then roll twice after the water boils, and you can get out of the pot.

Place the boiled bamboo shoots evenly on the dustpan and put them on the dam to dry.

The second grandmother next door saw Lin Jing drying bamboo shoots there, and asked curiously, "Lin Jing, what are you doing?" ”

You can't hide it from people when you make dried bamboo shoots, and Lin Jing didn't plan to hide it, she said: "There are so many bamboo shoots in the mountains, if you don't dig them now, you won't be able to eat them in a few days. ”

"Dried bamboo shoots? Oops, why didn't I think I could make dried bamboo shoots? It's still you young people who have brains. ”

The second grandmother's eyes flashed, and she turned around and went home and carried her back into the mountain.

Xiao Qinghe knows that there are no secrets in the small mountain village, maybe not until tomorrow, the men, women and children in Xujiawan will know that there is such a thing as dried bamboo shoots, and the bamboo forest at the foot of Wutong Mountain may suffer this year.