Early the next morning, Du Gui got up with his worried eyes, sat down on the small pestle, looked at the duck shed, and thought about picking up duck eggs.

Because of the locust extermination at the door of her house, Du Mei asked Du Ying to go out with her, so that Du Tao could rest at home. The two sisters had breakfast and released the ducks, and Du Gui happily carried the basket and went to the duck shed with a cat's waist.

The ducks quacked all the way, calling out the villagers, sweeping the floor and eating in the courtyard, and carrying water in the river, all standing on the side of the road to watch, as if they were sending off the soldiers on the road.

Since the whole village was going to be exterminated, there was no difference between relatives and distances, so Du Mei drove the ducks out and started from the first field. The ducks went down to the field with a good ride, and they were hungry all night, and now they saw that the living creatures were unusually ferocious, and they opened their mouths and pecked, and when they raised their necks, they swallowed them in their throats.

There are villagers who watch the excitement follow all the way, and the children are running back and forth to report the news, whose field the ducks have entered, and the first few pieces have been destroyed. The Lord's family that received the letter had to prepare some tea and steamed buns, and even if there were no tea leaves and white flour, some boiling water and corn tortillas had to be brought out to entertain the Dumei sisters.

The three of Wei's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were caught in the crowd to listen to the news, and their mouths quarreled really powerfully, but after all, they were no more powerful than the teeth of locusts. Du Zhong and his son got up early in the morning to catch locusts, but they still couldn't take care of the five acres of land of the old couple, and saw that the rice leaves and ears were devoured by locusts, Du Shicheng couldn't stand it, and forced the sick body to go to the field, but after three days of work, he was so sick that he couldn't get out of bed.

The big house and the three-room family are not much better, their fields are leaning on one place, and the Zhou family of four is all in the field, and the twelve acres can't be turned back and forth in a day.

Xie's family is even more mentions, except for Ma Rong, a strong laborer, she herself is a pot-bellied woman, she can't do farm work, Sanjin and Du Jie have never been in the field, they can't stand the scorching sun at all, and they can't stand the bites of leeches and mosquitoes in the rice fields.

The most terrible thing is that their two fields are next to each other, and the locusts seem to tease them, and the Zhou family has been busy catching them for a long time, and as soon as the people leave, the locusts fly from the Xie family's fields to settle down, and vice versa. The two of them were so angry that their hearts hurt, but there was nothing they could do.

Wei's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were very annoyed at this time, and regretted that they had not been at the beginning, and the loss was not only more than ten or twenty liters of rice, but it was not good, this was to be harvested. The Wei family was helpless, so he had to take his two daughters-in-law to beg the patriarch. sent two sons to beg Xu, the three of them had just quarreled with Xu, she was self-aware, and she didn't dare to provoke again.

Although Wei's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law got a message from the patriarch a few days ago, saying that Du Mei agreed. But they still didn't dare to be careless in their hearts, they only watched from a distance, but they didn't dare to come forward to talk, for fear of being robbed by Du Mei and losing face.

At the end of the day, the ducks went to the scrapper's field, he was a nerd, but he also knew that he had rushed to the field to bring some water.

"Meizi, the water is resting on the ridge, it's hot, you remember to drink it." The scrap manuscript said to the busy Du Mei.

"Uncle Scrap, I'm looking for you." When Du Mei saw him coming, he left his work and walked up.

"What, what's the matter?" The second monk of the scrapped manuscript was at a loss.

"Do you have a Youzhou Prefecture Chronicle at home?" Du Mei dusts off the scraps of grass from his clothes.

"Youzhou? Hello, why are you asking this? The scrap looked at Du Mei curiously.

"I've heard that there's a delicious pickled egg there, and I want to see it." Du Mei took a sip from his cup.

"Pickled eggs? There is a part of my strange book that is specialized

Speaking of food, do you want to watch it? "A big reason why I like Du Mei is because Du Mei also likes to read.

"This is still said in the strange book?" Du Mei originally thought that the scrap manuscripts were nonsense, just like the villagers, but when she saw the modern times in her dreams, she had to believe that the scrap manuscripts might be true.

"I don't seem to have talked about pickled eggs, forget it, I'll go back and find you the Youzhou Prefecture Chronicle." The scrap manuscript thought for a while, scratched his head and said.

"Then thank you, Uncle Scrap." Du Mei laughed, the corners of his mouth raised.

"Oh, Meizi, I don't have any bread in my house." The scrap manuscript took a few steps back, turned back again, and said with an embarrassed face.

Scrap manuscript is alone, and it is not good at eating. On weekdays, he is addicted to reading, and he always has to call him for help when there are red and white ceremonies in the village, so there are few days when he fires at home, and sometimes it is really not good, so he took the food and let the lady next door help make some, and he can eat it for a few days in a row.

"It's okay, it's okay, the fat aunt just gave us a lot of cakes, and we can't finish them." Du Mei waved his hand repeatedly.

After about a stick of incense, the waste manuscript came in a hurry, he was sweating profusely, holding a booklet in his hand, and said happily: "Meizi, I found it!" ”

"I'll see." Du Mei happily took it.

"Uncle Scrap Manuscript, I'll give you all this food." Du Mei wrapped some cakes and steamed buns from the villagers and handed them to the scrapped manuscript.

"I, I don't want it!" The face of the waste manuscript turned red all of a sudden, and he didn't prepare food for Du Mei, so he was already very undeserved, where could he ask her for nothing.

"I took so much back that the whole family couldn't eat. If it's broken, it's a pity. Du Mei knew that he was not good at cooking, and he had a good face, so he had to say this.

"Then I'll just take some." The scrapped manuscript insisted on only taking four or five pieces of bread, and Du Mei had to follow him.

Du Mei's family eats japonica rice porridge with cakes for dinner, and the vegetables in the vegetable field are either bitter or eaten by locusts.

After the meal, Xu took pity on her sister's hard work, did not let Du Mei interfere in the housework, and only told her to sit and rest. Du Mei remembered the thin booklet, so he took it out and looked at it carefully by the light.

“…… Soak the duck for a month, boil and eat it, and use the wine and food utensils to ......" Du Mei read it softly, rummaged through the others, and only found this sentence mentioning pickled eggs.

"Meizi, what are you looking at?" Xu Shi cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and when he saw that Du Mei was reading something, he couldn't help but look at it.

"Mother, we have collected hundreds of duck eggs." Du Mei looked up from the book and asked.

"Well, Guizi can't count for a few days, I estimate that there are always three or four hundred." Xu Shi remembered the coquettishness of his little daughter, and covered his mouth and smiled.

"We're busy exterminating locusts, and we don't have time to sell duck eggs. And now the weather is very hot, and there are many mosquitoes and flies, I heard the fat official say that his hometown is fashionable to eat pickled duck eggs, and I want to ponder this. Du Mei dropped the book, sighed on his cheeks, and said.

"This is really, there are worries, there are no worries. What does the book say? Xu sat down next to Du Mei.

"There's only one sentence in the book." Du Mei pushed the book in front of Xu.

"The above means that the duck eggs are marinated for a month, and when they are cooked, they can be served with wine and food." Xu pointed to the words with his fingers, read them one by one, and muttered on his lips.

"But how to pickle this, the book doesn't say." Du Mei frowned at the lantern flower.

"The fat servant always knows

Let's do it. Xu has a gentle personality, she touched Du Mei's hair and comforted.

"The fat official only said that loess was used, and it was still very sticky loess." Du Mei repeated the words of the fat servant at a loss.

"Loess?" Xu Shi was stunned, she didn't know how to use this.

"Sister, you can help me take down the lantern." Du Tao came in to find Du Mei.

"What's the matter, where are you going so late?" Du Mei asked back.

"There is no vegetable in the field today, so I went to the mountains and forests to pick tender pumpkins, and as a result, I stepped on the yellow mud full of shoes, and now I want to go to the river to brush them." Du Tao held up his shoes to show Du Mei.

"Yellow mud! On our mountain forest? When Du Mei saw Du Tao covered with mud from her shoes, she suddenly burst into laughter.

"Right...... That's right. Du Tao looked at Du Mei strangely, turned her head and asked Xu, "What's wrong with my sister today?" ”

"Your sister is happy! Mother, I thought of it! Du Mei was very excited.

"Eldest sister, what good things do you think of? Second sister, little sister, come quickly! Du Tao hurriedly called the other two.

"Mother, let's take two hundred and try pickled eggs first." Du Mei's eyes sparkled.

"Well, listen to you." Xu looked at his daughter, his face full of tenderness and love.

"Peach, you will find Brother Shu to dig two loads of loess in the mountains and forests tomorrow and dry them in the yard." Du Mei looked at Du Tao.

"So what do I do?" Du Gui didn't know what Du Mei was going to do, but she was willing to trust her sister unconditionally.

"You count 200 duck eggs tomorrow, wash them and dry them, and wait for me to come back to get them." Du Mei smiled and stroked her head.

"Mother, you didn't pour the ashes of the pot at home, did you?" Du Mei turned his head and asked Xu.

"No, it's all in a bag, and I was going to take it to the vegetable patch." Xu pointed to the two old pockets between the stoves.

"Then let's bask in the sun tomorrow too." Du Mei thought for a moment and said.

"Is there anything else to do?" Du Ying asked.

"Salt and jars are also needed." Du Mei thought for a moment and said.

"The small jar of pickles last time, washed cleanly, put it away, and rinse it again tomorrow." Xu Shi answered.

"Eldest sister and second sister, you want to help the villagers exterminate locusts, and I'll buy salt." Du Tao volunteered. There is a grocery store at the east end of the village, where salt is sold.

"Okay, let's start pickling duck eggs tomorrow!" Du Mei clapped her hands, she wanted to know if what the fat servant said was true.

The next day, the whole family in the second room was busy, and the villagers didn't know what she was doing with the two loads of loess in her house, anyway, Du Mei always made up unusual things, and they had long been used to it.

In the evening, Du Mei drove the ducks home, and before he even had time to eat, he began to sift the soil, and only took the loess, which was as fine as flour. Mix the loess and plant ashes well, Xu Shi has already boiled a pot of boiling water, and Du Mei will use boiling water to add salt and mud and stir evenly. Put the yellow mud in the yard to dry, and the mothers sat down to eat.

The sun will sink into the western mountains, and the fire on the horizon will burn the clouds red. The Du Mei sisters ate in two bites, and then started to roll the duck eggs in the yellow mud first, then covered them with hay and wood ashes, and handed them to the Xu family to stack neatly in the jar.

When the night came, two hundred duck eggs were quietly sealed in the altar, and the mouth of the altar was covered with yellow mud. Du Mei moved the jar to the granary, where the wind was cool. The rest will only be known in a month's time. 2k reading web