The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 102 Chestnuts
As soon as Han Qianluo returned home, Pan Song said to him, "Sister Han, Aunt Gao came here just now."

"What's the matter with her?" Han Qianluo asked while washing his hands.

"I don't know, she didn't say anything." Pan Song replied.

Hearing this, Han Qianluo put this matter behind him. They are not very familiar with Gao's family, so it should not be a big deal, so he stopped thinking about it and went into the house to pick it up a few days ago. The chestnuts were taken out.

When Pan Song saw this, without Han Qianluo saying anything, he moved a small stool over consciously, sat on the side and asked, "Sister Han, do you want to peel off this layer of thorns on the outside?"

"Yes," Han Qianluo didn't stop her, but just warned, "Be careful, don't get stabbed." In fact, she has never handled chestnuts before, so she has no experience. Looking at these densely packed thorns is really a bit I have a headache and don't know what to do.

Han Qianluo didn't expect that he would be troubled by this little chestnut, so he looked up depressed, only to find that Pan Song lowered his head and was seriously peeling off the thorns on the chestnut, as if the thorns on the outer shell pricked his hands. It didn't hurt at all.

Seeing Pan Song's performance, Han Qianluo felt that maybe it wasn't as scary as she imagined, so she ruthlessly peeled it off along the gap on the shell. Unexpectedly, as soon as she exerted force, a burst of pain came from her hand. A faint pinprick pain, but not intense.

Han Qianluo endured the weak pain and continued to peel. At first, he felt only a little pain, but after a while, he felt that it became more and more unbearable, so he had no choice but to stop.But what she didn't expect was that Pan Song continued to peel, and he didn't show any discomfort.

"Xiao Song, don't peel it off." Han Qianluo said.

Pan Song stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at her suspiciously: "Sister Han, why don't you peel it off?"

"It's too slow to peel like this. I'll think about it and see if there's another way." Han Qianluo said righteously, "Let me see your hands." As he spoke, he took Pan Song's hands and found that there was something on them. With blood blisters, it looks very pitiful.

"Besides, I can't bear to peel your hands like this. Xiaosong, go play for a while, and I'll think of a way." After Han Qianluo finished speaking, he ignored it, lowered his head to think, and drew on the ground from time to time.

Han Qianluo was so engrossed in thinking about the method of peeling chestnuts that he didn't notice the surrounding scene at all, and he didn't even notice that Pan Song went out and came back.

After thinking for a long time, Han Qianluo finally came up with the general method of peeling chestnuts. Then he came back to his senses, stretched himself, and found that Han Qingquan had returned at some point, and was already cooking.

"Brother, when did you come back, why didn't I find out?" Han Qianluo walked to the kitchen and said, consciously began to choose dishes.

Han Qingquan said with a smile: "You think too seriously about things, so naturally you didn't notice that I was back. By the way, Xiao Song said that you were thinking about the method of peeling chestnuts. Have you figured it out?"

"I thought of a way, but I have to make a tool." Han Qianluo said casually.

Han Qingquan was a little surprised and said: "To make tools again?" Then he returned to his usual steady look, "Wood or iron, or other things?"

Han Qianluo knew why her eldest brother was surprised, probably because she had made too many tools during this period, and of course this was mostly for people of this era.

"Brother, it's faster to work with tools, and this time this thing is very simple and easy to make." Han Qianluo explained, "With this thing, the opponent's damage will not be so great. .”

Han Qingquan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said with some expectation: "It would be great if this is the case, there are a lot of chestnuts on this mountain."

"Brother, there are so many chestnuts on the mountain, why is no one picking them?" Han Qianluo was always puzzled by this question.

Han Qingquan smiled and said: "Didn't you just say that this thing hurts the opponent too much, and it takes a long time to get out much food. With this time and energy, why not do something else?" Things are more cost-effective than serving this."

In this way, Han Qianluo will understand. To put it simply, people at this time are not very interested in things that can't be full and can't be exchanged for money.

"This thing, only those aristocratic families will bother to take care of it. I heard that there are people who specialize in planting this thing." Han Qingquan added.

After lunch, Han Qianluo said, "Brother, help me make that chestnut-peeling thing."

"Okay," Han Qingquan agreed without thinking, "tell me what it looks like."

Han Qianluo took a twig and drew a tool for peeling chestnuts on the ground, and explained in detail how it was made, and then took Pan Song up the mountain to pick chestnuts.

When he got home, Han Qianluo's basket contained not only chestnuts, but also many other fruits. I don't know if it's good or bad, but it's better than nothing, and even if it can't be eaten, it has other uses.

As soon as she got home, Han Qianluo saw the things on the table at a glance, turned her head to look again but did not find her elder brother, but at the moment she didn't care about these things, and walked over to pick up the wooden products on the table , this thing is naturally the tool for peeling chestnuts.

Han Qianluo directly took out a chestnut from the basket, found a heavy object to press it on, let it crack a gap, and then used this tool to easily peel off the thorns of the chestnut, and tried again and again. After several times, Han Qianluo was very satisfied with the result.

"Sister Han, let me try." Pan Song said.

Without even thinking about it, Han Qianluo handed the things to him, and then went into the house with the basket, then poured out all the things in the basket, divided the picked things into different categories, and then used several small I packed up my basket and got busy making cakes.

When Han Qianluo finished the cake, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't mowed the grass yet, so he hurriedly looked for a backpack and a sickle to mow the grass. Unexpectedly, the door opened suddenly, and Pan Song came back with a backpack that didn't fit his body. It's full of grass.

"Sister Han, I've mowed the grass back."

Pan Song went to the eaves and put down the basket, only then did Han Qianluo discover that there was another basket under the eaves, which was also filled with fresh grass, which was obviously the grass that Pan Song had cut back.

Han Qianluo didn't say much, as they were farmers, this kind of work was nothing, so he just said: "Go and rest for a while." After speaking, he went out to pick vegetables for dinner.

Han Qianluo wandered around in the vegetable field for two times, and finally picked some melons and went back. Unexpectedly, after returning, he found that Pan Song was peeling chestnuts again, and he sighed in his heart: You are so diligent.

"It's getting dark, don't do it," Han Qianluo said.

Pan Song was very obedient, and immediately put down the chestnuts and tools in his hands, but followed him into the kitchen to help pick vegetables

During dinner at night, Han Qianluo said, "Brother, help me make two more chestnut peelers." This sentence seemed to remind Han Qingquan, and he raised his head and asked, "Is that thing still useful?"

"It's okay, it's about the same as I expected." Han Qianluo replied, continuing to eat without looking up.

After dinner, Han Qingquan hurriedly took the chestnut peeling tool to try it out, and then sighed: "It is indeed a lot more convenient, at least the hands don't hurt at all."

"I made this thing so that my hands won't hurt so much." Han Qianluo said with a smile, a little proud in his heart.

Suddenly, Han Qingquan's expression became a little strange. After looking at Han Qianluo for a long time, he said, "Xiao Luo, why do you know so much at once?"

Unprepared, Han Qianluo was asked this question, and his heart skipped a beat, thinking, did he discover something?Then he denied this idea. He has the memory of the original owner, so it should be impossible to be discovered.

"Brother, isn't it good that I know a lot?" Han Qianluo said this deliberately, hoping to get away with it.

Hearing this answer, Han Qingquan froze for a moment, but the time was short, and soon he recovered, showing his usual smile: "It's natural to know as much as I can, I just ask casually."

Fortunately, Han Qianluo breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to the kitchen to wash the dishes and boil water.

The next morning, after Han Qianluo delivered the cake, he went shopping in the market and made sure that no one was selling fried chestnuts, so he went back in peace.

When she got home, Han Qianluo took out the peeled chestnuts, and was going to try making candied chestnuts. If there was no problem, she would make candied chestnuts and sell them.

Pan Song was peeling chestnuts in the yard, when Han Qianluo called him over: "Xiaosong, come here and help light the fire, I'll make fried chestnuts."

"it is good."

After the pot was heated up, Han Qianluo began to fry the chestnuts. As the frying progressed, the aroma of the chestnuts slowly wafted out, filling the entire kitchen.

"Qianluo, what are you doing? It's so fragrant?" Chunhua, who was next door, lay on the courtyard wall and asked Han's kitchen.

"I'm frying chestnuts, Chunhua, would you like to come over and have a taste?" Han Qianluo glanced back and said, then turned around and continued to fry chestnuts.

Chunhua didn't speak, but appeared in the Han's kitchen after a while, looked at the chestnuts in the pot and said, "Qianluo, you are really good at cooking, these chestnuts are really fragrant."

"It smells good but it doesn't taste good when you eat it." Han Qianluo said casually, took a chestnut out of the pot and tasted it, and after making sure it was ripe, he said, "Xiaosong, don't burn it." The fried chestnuts are packed in a clean basket.

Han Qianluo put the chestnut basket on the table: "Try it, is it delicious?"

Chunhua was not polite at all, she reached out to grab the chestnuts, while Pan Song was more gentle, and only carefully took one to taste after Chunhua grabbed it.

"How?" Han Qianluo asked concerned.

(End of this chapter)