Song Tan's Notes

You are so good at dealing with cabbage!
Old Yang brought his farm machinery here like a god descending from heaven. Everyone in Yunqiao Village knew about it when it was being transported, and everyone came to watch the excitement. Not to mention that not long after it was transported, Chen Yuan led everyone to start practical operation.

Anyway, when they saw his face, Yan Ran, one of the three members of the team, jumped out first:

"Picking cabbages? I know all about that! Which cabbages do you want?"

The girl who had an outstanding temperament before was not to be outdone: "I can do it too. I pick vegetables every night. I'm a professional."

Lao Yang hesitated for a moment: "Um... for cooking mutton soup, which one should I choose?"

After this question was asked, both sides quieted down.

It's mutton.

It's mutton that they have never eaten before...

The trio suddenly whimpered, and then said in pain: "Why didn't the teacher come this year? We missed out on all the good stuff!"

This year, two cooperative farms in China successfully experimented with transformation models. The local government there wanted to promote it, so they asked Professor Song to lead the team to take a look, and the work here has been delayed.

Without a teacher leading the way, how could the three of them have the audacity to ask for a free meal when they hadn't done anything yet?

The girl on the other side who said she was good at picking vegetables also paused.

She said honestly, "I can pick cabbage, but I don't know which one is good to stew with lamb."

Lao Yang:......

I knew young people were unreliable!

Finally, Master Jiang heard the noise and came out. Qiao Qiao called him and told him that they were going to have mutton soup tonight. At this moment, he looked at the broken basket in Lao Yang's hand and said in surprise: "This bamboo basket has been there for decades, and the edges are broken. Why don't you get a new one?"

It was rather shabby, but it could be used to hold cabbages. He walked to the vegetable field nearby, took two steps inside and came to a cabbage field, raised his knife and chopped off several large cabbages neatly.

Lao Yang hadn't reacted yet, but fortunately the driver quickly stepped forward and caught them all in a basket.

heavy.

Master Jiang looked around with satisfaction, thinking about getting a sheep from the mountain to stew tomorrow. He also asked Lao Yang:

"Do you want garlic sprouts?"

"Yes!" Old Yang did not hesitate, and then quickly ran to the garlic seedling field nearby: "I know how to do this! I'll do it!"

Master Jiang didn't stop him, but pointed to another place: "The coriander is over there, it's an old variety that grows on the ground. Take it back and wash it carefully."

"Besides, aren't we going to make mutton fat fried rice tonight? Pick a handful of green onions and take them back."

After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Are you used to eating pea tips? This is the last crop of toppings on the mountain, so there should be some left. It would be delicious to dip it in the mutton soup."

Master Jiang was giving orders on his own, but the four people standing on the ridge were almost in tears.

Sister Danran sobbed, "I picked so many baskets of pea tips, but I never ate any..."

Yanran and the others were also distressed: "The cooperative varieties of our school grow so vigorously here, and the pea tips alone can produce more than 900 kilograms per mu, but I have never tasted the taste. I am really sorry for my alma mater!"

Tang Xiaodong was heartbroken and said, "Yes!"

Qi Lin also looked serious: "Yes!"

Master Jiang knew what young people were like nowadays, so he waved his hand and said, "Go away! If you want to eat them, go and plant them in a pot yourself! These pea tips are so expensive to sell, it would be a pity to eat them yourself."

When ordinary varieties like cabbage and radish are sold to Mr. Chang, the price per unit is between 20 and 40 yuan according to the market price. But for pea tips and pumpkin tips, Mr. Chang offers 80 yuan per kilogram!

If the family wasn’t wealthy now, Wulan herself wouldn’t even be willing to eat it!

Yanran and the others also knew that they just cried miserably every day, what if they had a chance to eat a few more bites, right?
Qi Lin, however, had been dealing with plants for a long time, and his calm expression had gradually become more lively. He comforted his classmates and said, "It's okay. My grandfather is coming. I'll pick him up during my vacation. It's winter now, so let him plant some peas!"

According to their strawberry experiment, even if the taste is not as good as that of Lao Song’s, it is still better than those on the market!

They have their own small group. Sister Danran, who was ignored, was about to burst into tears - how miserable! They agreed to give her two months to rest. But the mission came and she had to leave.

It would be fine if she just left. She had kept herself healthy and well-nourished during this period of time. She could also take a big bag of local specialties with her before leaving. She was originally very satisfied.

We started slaughtering cattle a few days ago, and today we slaughtered sheep...

Woo!
The top guy hasn't spoken in the past two days! Who understands the feeling of being so close yet so far away?

People living in the mountains have their own sufferings, but Lao Yang was happily walking down the mountain with the driver, carrying the basket. Before he was halfway up the slope, he began to pant again.

Seeing the driver taking the basket from his hand without changing his expression, he couldn't help but look at his slightly round belly, thinking, maybe I really need to supplement it?

At the foot of the mountain, Uncle Qi was earnestly teaching Qiao Qiao and the netizens in the live broadcast room how to make a bowl of milky and fragrant mutton soup.

【I want to drink mutton offal vermicelli soup】

[Teacher Qiao Qiao said that the mutton offal needs to be washed and soaked for a long time, so make a bowl of mutton first to satisfy your craving]

[Didn't you guys calculate the time? They are eating mutton soup at this time to make us unable to swallow. They are eating mutton soup later to make us eat supper.]

[Ahhh, my weight loss plan failed halfway! ]

[Teacher Qiao Qiao, what are you going to give me in return for the abdominal muscles you owe me?]

The new fans who came in out of curiosity about the giant pumpkin unknowingly forgot about seeds and fertilizers in such a lively atmosphere and were only focused on craving the bowl of mutton soup.

There was only one thing they were curious about -

[It's so strange. There are so many people doing food broadcasts now, why is your place so crazy? ]

[Yes, after reading the comments, it doesn’t seem like a sinking fan group]

[Have you never eaten mutton soup?]

[Why is that? Is it because the anchor is handsome? ]

[The host's family members are all good-looking. Although the little brother in the distance is not in the picture, his temperament and figure are amazing][When I saw the host, I thought he was pretending to be young. After reading the explanation in the comments, I realized that his mental age is immature. Is this why watching the live broadcast seems like chasing stars?]

[No, we talked so much, the host said he didn’t want to watch it, he really didn’t want to watch it]

As we were chatting, a pretty young girl came over from outside the yard yesterday, holding something in her hand and walking around: "Uncle, I brought three boxes of that tonic over here, and there's not much left, is that enough?"

"Enough, enough, enough!" Song Sancheng nodded repeatedly: "It's for classmate Qiao Qiao's father. They shipped so many machines from far away, and the shipping cost must be quite a lot of money. I saw that there was nothing at home, so I thought of getting something good. It won't affect your business over there, right?"

Guo Dong laughed: "Why are you being so polite? Didn't you transfer the money to me? Doesn't it matter whose business I do? But last year's quantity was still conservative. I still have to take care of the golden cherries on the mountain this year."

"Okay!" Song Sancheng was also happy: that thing is troublesome, and the harvesting wages are high. If Guo Dong wants it, the villagers will have intermittent income for a long time.

If I really sell it to another boss, I'm afraid I'll have to collect it all in one go, which would be a bit disappointing.

After saying this, no one in the barrage paid attention to the new fans anymore. Instead, they asked actively and expectantly:
[What tonic? What tonic? Is there any secret that I, Hu Hansan, don’t know? ]

[Even Qiao Qiao's dad said it was a good thing! Hiss! It's so scary! ]

[Tonic medicine? Why don’t you sell it to me? I really want to know how nutritious it is! ]

[Everyone, please stop making trouble. You need to be qualified to sell this. Please don’t affect our teacher Qiao Qiao]

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[What qualifications does our Qiao Qiao family have? We have cosmetics and everything... Please! Please sell the hand cream and hand mask! I will buy it even if it costs a lot! ]

[We ask the same thing! We ask the same thing, ah bao! ! ! ]

[I do know a tonic, the one my dad loves... ahhhh, it can't be here! The one with golden cherry! ]

【!!! I've heard of that too! 】

The barrage became lively again.

Yang Zhengxin was helping with odd jobs. He couldn't help but take a few more glances when he passed by. He was soon confused by the words of his superiors, and then he felt itchy in his heart:
That’s right! Even my uncle said it’s a good thing, so how good must it be? Let his dad take more later! Let his mom have some too!
But he didn't understand it, so he quickly came to Qiao Qiao and asked, "Is the tonic effective? Is it delicious?"

Qiao Qiao thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't taste good, but it works well."

He thought for a moment and said, "So many people drive their cars to call and buy this. Sister Guo is exhausted from making money."

Good guy!
Yang Zhengxin immediately took it seriously.

After all, he knew Qiao Qiao. He didn't understand what he didn't understand, but since he could say it out loud, it must be the truth.

Boss Yang happened to be at the door, grunting and taking back the basket. He also heard them talking about some tonic. He was originally planning to accept it, but immediately became hesitant:
"That's not good. I'm as strong as a bull, I don't really need this..."

"Hey, big brother, if you don't want to eat it, you can give it to your family." Wu Lan had just finished cleaning the mutton and was rubbing his hands. At this moment, he said enthusiastically:
"Xiao Yang said his mother was very good at taking care of herself. I thought, since you are strong, you should stop eating it and give it to his mother. It is very good for the body! I used to suffer from back pain frequently, but after Xiao Guo arranged for me to take it for a while, I no longer have that problem."

"There aren't many in total. Xiao Guo's was in short supply last year. I kept these for myself and didn't sell them out. There are three boxes in total, 3 pills, just enough for your wife to eat for a month."

Old Yang looked at the energetic appearance of everyone in the yard, the ease with which Song Sancheng took the basket and walked briskly, and the thick black hair on his and Wulan's heads. He had clearly refused at the beginning, but now he felt so disappointed for some reason.

So I tried hard to answer:
"Oh."

But he was still silently comforting himself in his heart: my wife often takes health supplements, and this kind of farm specialty is not suitable for her, as it may easily cause a conflict. It is better to keep it for himself. He will definitely not let her down!

How did you make it? Can you make his hair so black and shiny?
Just as this thought came to his mind, Yang Zhengxin called the phone at this moment: "Mom! Are you back from Paris? Let me check if the signal is good. We are slaughtering sheep now. Auntie has prepared some nourishing food for you. The effect is great!"

Lao Yang:......

After hanging up the phone, it was getting dark and it was time for them to have dinner.

Qiao Qiao was called in to cut cabbage. At this moment, she did not forget to bring in the mobile phone stand set up in the yard. By the way, she asked Yang Zhengxin: "Didn't you say your mother called you Xinxin?"

Yang Zhengxin blushed!
"I'm going to college soon. How can I show my masculinity if I keep calling you that? Last time I let you call me that because we got along so well. Later I told my mom not to call you that."

"Oh." Qiao Qiao just asked casually: "If you call it Little Lamb, will it taste better when I eat the Big Lamb later?"

Yang Zhengxin:......

He pushed Qiao Qiao over and said, "Just cut the cabbage!"

Not to mention, the cabbage for mutton soup really needs to be cut very carefully.

Qiao Qiao set up her phone at this moment: "Children, Uncle Qi has already taught me, I will show you how to cut it now."

The cabbage leaves in the mutton soup need to be cut into narrow strips, so that they will be cooked quickly when put into the pot and easier to eat. The unique sweetness of the large pieces of cabbage leaves will not dilute the freshness of the mutton.

The cabbage stalks should not be thrown away, as they are more refreshing to eat than the leaves. They should be patted before being cut into strips, and then fried in a pan with ginger and garlic.

My seventh cousin said, "It doesn't matter if you just put it in the mutton soup pot. It's delicious. But since we're here for the first time today, let's make it more flavorful."

"If you want to make hot pot, there will be a pot without cabbage later. Let's make hot pot with pea tips."

The mutton and beef bones had been boiled in the pot for quite a while. Because they had been cleaned thoroughly and soaked in water, Uncle Seventh did not even blanch them in water in order to preserve their rich and fresh aroma. He only skimmed off the floating foam on top.

Now the soup is milky white and the oil is slightly yellow. When poured into the cabbage, the fragrance is particularly rich!
Add green garlic sprouts and green coriander...the taste is amazing!
Lao Yang finally came over, and at this moment he wanted to dig directly into the pot with his chopsticks. In order to suppress his greed, he had to say one more thing:
"When I eat at other places, they all put vermicelli in it."

My seventh cousin was taking out the cooked mutton and slicing it. He replied, "We also have it here, but we didn't have many sweet potatoes last year and didn't grind them into vermicelli. So it wouldn't taste good if we put it in. If you come again next year, we will definitely have it."

Old Yang thought, your family is quite particular. For the sake of taste, they would rather not buy things from outside.

But when I smelled the thick mutton soup again...

It has to be so particular!

While Qiao Qiao had prepared the cabbage, her seventh cousin had already cut some mutton fat and put it in the pot, then simmered it with a little lard.

Some spices were added to the soup, which made a gurgling and crackling sound. The mutton fat that was boiled out was particularly fragrant, with very little fishy smell.

Old Yang and his son Yang Zhengxin stood there, tightly pursing their lips and not saying a word.

Such fragrant mutton fat, with oil residue and eggs, will be fried in a pan to make mutton fat fried rice later, and sprinkle with a handful of chopped green onions when it comes out of the pan...

Slurp! (End of this chapter)