Can this also be eaten? Song Jiu rolled his eyes and looked at Du Mei inquiringly.

"Of course, although this is a country dish, it is fresh and tastes very good." Du Mei smiled and took the radish seedlings in his hand.

"You go shopping, I'll choose the dishes, and I'll eat them at noon." Miao gathered the radish seedlings on the ground together, squatted on the ground to pinch the roots, and picked the yellow leaves.

Du Mei led Song Jiu to see the lotus pond, the lotus flowers had already been grateful, the lotus leaves were no longer fresh and tender in summer, and the edges began to wither, even the lotus pods were getting old, Du Mei picked a few tender ones, and let Song Jiu peel them and eat them.

"You must have a lot of fish in this lake." Song Jiu threw the hollowed lotus canopy into the lake with a hundred acres of water, and immediately fish swam past to grab food.

"I just took over, so I don't know." Du Mei squinted into the distance, the water surface shining in the sun, tiny waves shimmering silver and sparkling.

"In such a big lake, if you raise fish, you must have thousands of catties of production a year." Song Jiu plucked a thatch in his hand and paddled on the water with great interest.

"Fish farming? I didn't think about it, I was going to raise ducks. Du Mei tilted his head to look at him.

"Raising ducks like you, and raising so many, I'll see you for the first time. My village also raises, but a dozen, croaking all day long to make people irritable, but your duck is very peaceful, but this duck in addition to selling duck eggs, duck meat is not delicious, can it really make money? Song Jiu lost the thatch and asked suspiciously.

"My duck eggs don't all sell fresh eggs, there are salted duck eggs and Songhua eggs, the price is OK, and the world thinks duck meat is not delicious, but the duck made by my family during the New Year tastes very good." Du Mei was all on the duck, and when she saw Song Jiu questioning, she couldn't help but refute a few words.

"I've tasted salted duck eggs, what are Songhua eggs? Besides, how many people can compare your aunt's cooking skills with you? You can't just let everyone do it. Song Jiu shook his head disapprovingly.

"Songhua eggs haven't been made yet, forget it, I won't tell you this, let's go and see the house on the village." Du Mei was a little frustrated by what he said, and pulled him up the hill.

More than 20 houses facing north and south have risen from the ground, and now they are all covered with tiles and capped, Qian Maolu is taking a dozen craftsmen to work, some people are painting the walls, and some people are leveling the ground in the house.

"Uncle Maolu." Du Mei stepped forward to say hello.

"The plum is here, I'll hurry up again, and it will be finished in three or two days." Qian Maolu had snow-white lime water sticking to his trouser legs, and he pulled the towel around his neck to wipe his sweat.

"I'm not waiting for it to be used, and I'm not in a hurry, now everyone is busy with the autumn harvest, so it's better for you to come and lay bricks after you collect the grain." Seeing that everyone was in a hurry, Du Mei couldn't help but persuade.

"That's it, Foreman Qian, this brick-laying is meticulous work, we might as well do it slowly after the autumn harvest." The middle-aged man on the side heard the words and took over the conversation.

"The ground in this house still needs to be rolled and leveled, and three or two days is too rushed." Another young man also whispered.

"I know that you are all worried about the food at home, just that, since the plum is not in a hurry, I will not restrain you, let's go home and collect the grain tomorrow." Qian Maolu was not in a hurry, but he was a person who emphasized honesty and commitment, and now that Du Mei had spoken, he was naturally relieved and pushed back the construction period.

"This house is well built, bright and transparent, the doors and windows are wide, and bricks are saved." Song Jiu walked around the house and praised it.

"This is all for plums, the Zhuangzi is full of heavy things, narrow doors and small windows, it is inconvenient to enter and exit, and it is not windy, it is really not good." Seeing that someone praised him, Qian Maolu was happy, and he took a sip of tea and said.

Du Mei saw in a dream that the modern doors and windows were tall and bright, with sufficient lighting, and people lived comfortably, so when he built a house in the village, he discussed with Qian Maolu to do it like that, and now it has been built, which is really good.

"Looks like my family's grange is going to be remodeled like this." Song Jiu deliberately walked into the house to feel the sunlight shining in through the doors and windows.

"Uncle Maolu's craftsmanship is very good, but it's a pity that Huizhou is too far away from us." Du Mei said with some regret.

"Meizi, your Uncle Zhong is back, let's eat." Miao walked over and interrupted them.

"What did Uncle Zhong do?" Du Mei asked, no wonder she had been here for a long time and had not seen him.

"He and my family have gone to buy cattle and farm tools, and they are unloading the truck right now." Miao pointed to the old house.

By the time Du Mei arrived, two iron plows had been unloaded from the carriage, as well as several hoes, shovels, nail rakes, and other things, as well as some small items such as sickles, shovels, and seeds.

Lin Yong and Lin Qiang grinned and carried the iron plough into the house, and the boys scrambled to move the remaining farm tools back to the old house.

"Uncle Zhong, where is the cow you bought?" Du Mei handed Du Zhong a cup of herbal tea and asked.

"There, these two cows don't recognize life, and when they come, they eat it." Du Zhong poured a sip of tea and pointed to the big willow tree by the canal, and sure enough, there were two cows there leisurely devouring the grass.

"Your Uncle Zhong is a good farmer, the most careful calculation, we buy a male and a female, although the price is a little higher, but next year there may be a calf, this is a lot of money to sell." Lin Ping wrung a wet towel to wipe his sweat.

"Let's eat, everyone's hungry." The Miao family had already put the food on the table, and Lin Ying had called the three concubines of the Lin family back from the cotton field.

Everyone sat casually, Song Jiu was next to Du Mei, his eyes searching for what he just said on the table. When Du Mei saw him like this, he knew that he couldn't recognize him, so he took a chopstick and fried radish seedlings and gave it to him.

"This ...... Well, it's a little bit of a light radish flavor. The entrance was fragrant and crispy, Song Jiu couldn't get enough of it, and he picked up some more.

Song Jiu had a problem with anorexia, he didn't have an appetite, and it was rare to have some dishes for the mouth, Du Mei gave him some light vegetables, and the meat was not much for him to eat, for fear that his spleen and stomach would not be in harmony and he would not be able to restrain himself.

"Brother, Mei Zi allowed us to go back to the autumn harvest tomorrow, and when the busy season is over, we will come back and continue to work." At the dinner table, Qian Mao said to Du Zhong.

"It's okay, everyone is anxious about the harvest in the field at this time, and they have been busy for most of the year. Anyway, the roof is up, so there's nothing to worry about. Du Zhong glanced at Du Mei and nodded.

"Yes, yes, this year's harvest is not easy to obtain, and the tax rations are pointed at it." The craftsmen on the side echoed the voice.

"They went back, Ming'er, we should also go to Dujiagou to help Meizi collect grain." Du Zhong gave Lin Ping a piece of pork belly and said softly.

"Needless to say, there are a lot of people, and five acres of land can be completed in two days at most!" Lin Yong patted his chest proudly.

A table of people eats, occasionally speaks a few words, and everyone is not particularly particular. As the villagers said, the children were fragrant in the pot, Song Jiu tasted all kinds of seasonal vegetables, and had a good appetite, so he ate most of the bowl of japonica rice and drank some vegetable and egg soup.

Miao saw that Du Mei treated Song Jiu like a brother, and saw that he was thin, but he loved to eat the vegetables she planted very much, so after the meal, he went to pull some vegetable seedlings and radish seedlings, and prepared to take Du Mei back to eat.

Song Jiu followed her to play in the field, he was very curious about what he saw, looking around, and the occasional grasshopper jumping out of the dish also made him feel very fresh.

Miao cut a handful of tender grass by the water and asked him to feed the cow, Song Jiu didn't dare to approach, only handed it over from a distance, and the cow rolled it up, staring at him with big eyes, chewing slowly.

Du Mei talked to Du Zhong and the Lin brothers in the house for a while, nothing more than paying more attention to the body, not too desperate and so on, and several people agreed one by one.

Miao sent Du Mei and Song Jiu to the carriage, Du Mei remembered the cotton ginning, and hurriedly said to her: "We found a bomber to go to Dujiagou to roll cotton and play quilts, how do you get it here?" ”

"We used the old one, and it's not too cold now, I see that the cotton field can be harvested again, don't waste it, it's not too late for us to wait until the winter is idle to play, and Qinghe County is so big, how can there be no cotton." Miao waved his hand, looking not in a hurry.

Seeing this, Du Mei didn't say anything, and went back to Dujiagou with Song Jiu.

In the evening, Du Mei made sour soup mullet fillet, Xu's bean sprouts covered a few days ago were good, and there were freshly made sweet potato vermicelli at home, just put them in the sour soup, the fish meat was smooth ~ tender, the bean sprouts were crispy, the vermicelli was soft and elastic, the pickled cucumber and sour cowpea pickled pepper, and the three flavors combined made the snow-white fish soup sour and spicy and fragrant, which was really appetizing, and I was reluctant to put it away.

"Meizi, it's a pity that you don't be a cook!" Song Jiu leaned back on the chair with his round belly and muttered.

"Where have I seen a woman as a cook?" Du Mei looked at him full and lazy, very funny.

"What's wrong with the woman? Which family is not a mother and daughter-in-law cooking, why can't they be cooks? Song Jiu said disapprovingly.

"This family cooks at home, one taste for each family, accustomed to it, others may not say it is good, besides, I see that the cooks in the drunken fairy building are all men." Du Mei had nothing to do at night, and he was afraid that Song Jiu would think too much and it would be bad for his spleen and stomach, so he accompanied him to gag and gossip.

"I think your food is beautiful and delicious, and it suits my appetite. I eat a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and it's also good to eat some light seasonal vegetables. Song Jiuxu was a little sleepy and yawned because he was full.

"You just happen to like fish." Du Mei shook his head and smiled. She turned around and went to the stove to boil water, Song Jiu ran with her for a day, it is good to be tired at this time, and she can sleep soundly at night.

"Plums! I think of one thing! Song Jiu was confused for a while, suddenly opened his eyes, and said in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Du Mei was shocked, could it be that this child was asleep, still thinking about the things in the south?

"I remember what you're doing with that house!" Song Jiu sat up straight with some excitement.

"Didn't you let me rent it out?" Seeing that he was talking about this, Du Mei felt a little relieved, so he said casually.

"No, no, no, I've changed my mind, I think of a better one, and it's what you're good at, and you'll be happy if you hear it!" Song Jiu's eyes lit up, and he ran to Du Mei and said.

"Hehe, you've only been living in my house for a few days, do you know what I'm good at?" Du Mei only thought that he was a child, and he didn't care, jokingly.

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On Saturday, the bookshelf was pushed, and I hope the results can be improved. Thank you, new and old book friends!