Su Qingluan naturally didn't know that she almost fell off the horse completely, and she was already very busy now.

After going back, he wrote a recruitment notice non-stop, and Su Qingluan originally thought that he would have to apply for the job the next day.

But she didn't know that the last time a large number of craftsmen came to the village to help the Su family repair the courtyard of the house, they had already beaten the "reputation" of the Su carpenter's family.

So Su Qingluan posted a notice on the front foot, and as soon as he got home with the back foot to change his clothes and go to the pulp, before he had time to drink saliva, someone came to the door: "The big girl of Su Carpenter's family, is your family recruiting?" ”

Su Qingluan took the coarse porcelain bowl and poured water for himself: So fast?

In fact, Su Qingluan was right, after the last time the house was repaired, everyone found that doing short-term work for the Su family, giving money and being happy, not deducting wages and not arrears, and also taking care of a big pot of rice with leftovers of vegetables and meat that can be packed and taken away.

Not to mention this kind of treatment in Huaxi Village, even if you inquire about it in these ten miles and eight townships, it is also a good number.

Many rich peasant squires have a mountain of money, but if they want to give these part-time workers one more word, they can't wait for the same pain as digging out their hearts and livers; In general, those who are more honest and willing not to default on wages often just ask someone to help.

To put it bluntly, for ordinary people, there are very few people who can get paid by "taking a hand", and they generally take care of the end of the meal.

The Su family pays wages and manages food, either there is no one, or there are very few.

So this time, when Su Qingluan posted the poster again, everyone who felt that he could have a point with those who asked for it, they all came.

Anyway, there was a second round of "interviews", and Su Qingluan only wrote down the basic information of the people who came to apply for the job, and told them that they would come here from the Su family in two days.

Originally, she wasn't sure if these villagers and neighbors could accept "interviews", but now it's good, the reasons are ready-made - the number of people needed is limited, and there are a lot of people coming, so she has to pick one.

But Su Qingluan still wondered why it seemed that so many people came to work part-time at a time - although in a sense, it was in Su Qingluan's arms, but it was still unexpected by her.

This question was answered for Su Guangfu and Yang after they came back.

"The autumn harvest is over?" Su Qingluan poured two large bowls of hot tea and suppressed the dry mouth caused by constantly explaining what the "second round of interview" was called and why the interview was needed.

Su Guangfu nodded, but sighed. It's the harvest season, but people can't be happy.

Originally, Su Qingluan didn't know why, but when she learned the proportion of taxes before, she also sighed - isn't it, after a hard year, most of the harvest has to be handed over.

And the remaining forty percent of this is not completely in their own hands - because they have to keep the seeds.

In these years, there is no complete variety of farmers' markets for everyone to choose seeds, and the state subsidizes the distribution of seeds, and this kind of thing is not even in a dream. Regardless of whether the wind and rain are good or natural or man-made disasters, the peasants must turn over grain as a tax payment.

Don't pay? I'm sorry, but at least the sentence of military service, or the worst is the fall of the head. The peasants only want to survive, but as long as they can be fed and clothed, they will work honestly.

Although there were no major disasters this year, the summer was not as hot as usual, so some crops were affected and the yield was reduced.

However, this level did not reach the scope of "disaster year", so the imperial court did not issue any amnesty decree for tax reduction.

This represents a cruel fact: although the grain production has been reduced, because it is not very serious, the grain that should be handed over will have to be handed over a lot. Coupled with the need to reserve some seeds for planting next year, the villagers of Huaxi Village have little food left in their hands.

Su Qingluan couldn't help but sneer secretly when she heard it: she was working hard here to help the villagers of Huaxi Village survive the winter, and now these already poor villagers are being exploited like this, let alone wintering, even "wintering" is estimated to be a problem.

So when he returned to the question just now, Su Qingluan naturally figured it out - the poor in the family couldn't open the pot anymore, and they could still count on more harvests before, and they had more grain leftover.

Now that the autumn harvest is basically coming to an end, the harvest in the field is already a certain number, and there is no hope for this, but anyone who has complete hands and feet will always be unwilling to wait for the harsh winter to come, so at this time, in order to earn one more, everyone has gone to find all kinds of short-term work, hoping to contribute to their small family before the harsh winter comes.

Finally, there was an opportunity close at hand, and the other party had been verified and praised by the villagers before, so everyone naturally wanted to come over to help, just to earn some wages to buy chews.

Su Qingluan, who had sorted out the cause and effect, didn't know what it was like in his heart.

At this time, a sound of "popping and clicking" pulled Su Qingluan's thoughts back, and she fixed her eyes and looked: Huo, this is a big black fish in the boss, jumping happily in the net pocket in Su Guangfu's hand.

And the "popping" sound was nothing else, it was the fish that jumped too hard and slapped to the slow platform next to it.

Even when it is difficult to breathe in the air and the mouth of the fish is wide open, this black fish is jumping happily.

"Really...... Life is endless, and the toss is endless......" Su Qingluan couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

Driving away the mess in his mind, Su Qingluan stared at the black fish with some fun: "What's going on with this fish?" Didn't you say that you were tired of eating sweet and sour? ”

The sweet and sour taste of squirrel fish is based on wild jam, and for the Su family, who have already tasted the jam a little crooked, it is estimated that it is difficult for some strong people to eat it again.

Yang said with a smile: "Isn't this the last time I said that eating fried beans is not enjoyable, and it should be made with fish?" ”

Su Qingluan patted his head, and then remembered that there was such a thing.

But she was so busy all day today that she hit the back of her head and forgot about it.

Yang also noticed the tired look of the eldest daughter today, so he asked: "It's not that this black fish A-Niang can't do, although it can't be compared with you, but this fish is delicious and delicious." ”

Su Qingluan shook his head: "I can relax when I cook some food." Although it is her job to walk around the kitchen in her previous life or in this life, then again, Su Qingluan herself also loves to tinker with these foods.

So she shook her head: "A-Niang's craftsmanship is irreplaceable, but leave this fish to me - I like to fiddle with these, and my mood is more relaxed." Dealing with all kinds of ingredients in her hands, watching the fresh food turn into various delicacies in her hands little by little, Su Qingluan will have an indescribable sense of achievement.

Although the black fish is a freshwater fish, it does not have so many annoying little spines, so in the previous life, Su Qingluan actually used the black fish to make sour soup fish fillets or boiled fish.

However, considering the transportation cost in this life, it is rare to be able to buy freshwater fish such as grass carp and black fish here in Huaxi Village. As for the dace native to the south, which is an important ingredient of "wrinkled yarn fish curd", it is still not to be considered.

However, in fact, although the raw material of "wrinkled yarn fish curd" is dace, in his previous life, Su Qingluan also used other kinds of fish, such as grass carp, out of curiosity, to make fish curd, and it was also successful, but the ratio of eggs and starch needed to be adjusted.

Although there is no modern mechanical kitchen equipment here, you need to manually avoid fish mud, but this is exactly in line with Su Qingluan's idea of wanting to empty his head.

She first changed the black fish meat that had been sliced into fish strips, fish meat cubes, and then opened the bow left and right, and began to chop the fish puree with two knives.

When chopping, it is not blindly using brute force, but a few chops, and using the back of the knife to wipe the fish meat in the middle a few times.

In this way, the fish puree can not spread out in all directions, which is more conducive to gathering together for easy crushing, and on the other hand, the fish can be further crushed into puree by rolling.

Su Qingluan chopped a few times like this, and crushed a few times. Although this handmade fish paste does not require too much skill, it requires patience and care, and by the time the fish has completely turned into a delicate fish paste without any fish particles, half an hour has passed.

Su Qingluan sprinkled the fish paste with salt pepper and some spice powder, and put in some mung bean starch, and mixed the fish paste evenly to taste, and went to get three eggs, carefully filtered out the egg yolk with the egg shells on both sides, and put the remaining egg whites in a larger bowl for later use.

There are no electric egg beaters in this era, but Su Qingluan complained once before, and Su Guangfu made her a bamboo egg beater. Although it is limited by the material, both in terms of aesthetics and durability, it is at least quite easy to use - it is not as easy to use as an electric whisk.

As a result, the frothy egg whites that could be stirred out with an electric whisk in two or three minutes took more than a quarter of an hour because Su Qingluan needed to be beaten manually.

But fortunately, the effect is good, when Su Qingluan gently picked up the meringue with the "bamboo whisk", he could see that the meringue formed an "inverted triangle" with a slightly curved tip on the "whisk", which means that the degree of beating of the egg white is just right.

The beaten egg whites can't just be left like this, otherwise the foam will dissipate, so Su Qingluan quickly added the meringue to the fish paste that had just been seasoned and marinated in batches.

Because he was afraid that the foam of the meringue would dissipate due to too long or too rude movements, Su Qingluan could only be very careful, and when adding the meringue, he kept stirring up and down neatly, so as not to destroy the fine bubbles of the meringue to the greatest extent.

At this time, Yang, who had already set the stoves on both sides on fire, asked, "Big girl, when will the oil pot be cooked?" ”

The movements in Su Qingluan's hands did not mean to pause at all: "Now, the oil is wider." But please turn off the fire first, otherwise the oil temperature will be too high later. ”