As soon as I looked up, I saw a green plant next to the creek.
It was taller than my knees.
The leaves were a bit like chrysanthemum leaves, and there were clusters of purple-red flowers the size of your fingers.
They were not motherwort.
Ji Qingqing was immediately overjoyed and went over to pick out the good-looking ones and picked a big handful.
Lowering his head and gently sniffing the unique fragrance of grass leaves, Ji Qingqing smiled brightly, as if he saw his beautiful face restored to its original state.
Satisfied, Ji Qingqing placed the big hug of motherwort under the shade of the tree, clapped her hands, raised her head and called out to the slope: "Dad, Mom" and then went up.
Mr.
Xue saw this and said hurriedly: "Slow down, don't fall."
"I got it, mother" Sweet potatoes are planted in ridges.
When Ji Qingqing came up, Xue and Ji Minghe had already dug a ridge and a half.
But this number is quite large.
It looks like there are still more than a dozen ridges.
Thinking about it, it is most suitable to grow sweet potatoes in such mountainous areas.
This sweet potato can be eaten whether it is steamed, boiled, sliced or diced, stir-fried, or made into porridge.
It can also be used to make wine.
No matter how difficult it is to feed chickens, ducks, or pigs, such a convenient thing has high yield and is drought-resistant.
Of course, if there is open space, there will be many kinds.
And although it is said to be highly productive, this is mountainous land, and no matter how high it is, it cannot get much higher.
According to Ji Qingqing's visual inspection, this six to seven meter long ridge can only hold one and a half loads, not even two loads, at most.
Looking at her parents sweating profusely under the sun, Ji Qingqing couldn't help but clenched her fists: farming was too hard, and she must work hard to make money so that her parents could live a good life.
She has to take control of her life by herself Ji Qingqing rolled up her sleeves and squatted on the ground, and began to break off the sweet potatoes dug out of the ground by her parents' hoes from the vines, remove the mud crumbs on them, and put them into the basket one by one.
The job is simple and doesn't require much effort.
However, under the sun, squatting on the ground all the time, mechanically doing the same movements over and over again, it still feels very monotonous, very tired, and very tiring.
Ji Qingqing raised her sleeves again and wiped her sweat, sighing inwardly: She must find a way to make money.
Life like this is really too sad.
After filling two baskets into one load, Ji Minghe took them home first.
Xue and Ji Qingqing were still busy in the fields.
When Ji Minghe came, the three of them worked harder, and estimated that it was almost enough for two loads.
Xue and Ji Minghe stopped their hoes.
Together with Ji Qingqing, we cleaned the sweet potatoes and put them into baskets.
After making up a large load and a small load, Ji Minghe and Xue carried the load and greeted Ji Qingqing with a smile to go home and come back in the afternoon.
Ji Qingqing agreed and took a look at the land.
He estimated that it would take three days to dig out the remaining sweet potatoes and taro to harvest them all.
Seeing Ji Qingqing holding a large bundle of common weeds with unknown names, Mr.
We can plant two fruit trees, mint, perilla and chrysanthemums in the yard next spring.”
Ji Qingqing smiled and said: "I think this flower is pretty and smells good.
I'm going to take it back and put it in the house."
Xue and Ji Minghe didn't stop her when they heard what she said.
They just smiled and said, "Let it go as you please, just don't attract any insects."
Back home, Mr.
Xue and Ji Minghe carried the sweet potatoes they picked up in baskets to the attic.
Pour the sweet potatoes on the floor so they won't go bad.
The water in the sweet potatoes will gradually evaporate, and the longer they sit, the sweeter and more delicious they will become.
Many freshly dug sweet potatoes actually don’t taste sweet at all.
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Ji Qingqing carefully placed an armful of motherwort, rubbed her sore waist, twisted her neck, scooped up water and washed her hands before preparing to make lunch.
Lunch is also very simple.
Just heat up the leftover steamed buns in the morning, then peel the dug sweet potatoes and cut them into moderately thick slices.
Fry them in a hot pan, add salt, and when you smell the aroma, add water to cover the surface of the sweet potatoes by more than an inch.
When it boils and the sweet potato soup becomes rich and full of starch, sprinkle in a handful of finely chopped chives and serve it out.
Not to mention how fragrant it is.
After Xue and Ji Minghe put away the sweet potatoes and washed their hands, when Xue walked into the kitchen, the sweet potatoes had already been stewed in the pot with water and a lid.
Even though Mrs.
Xue had gotten used to her little girl becoming much more diligent these days, she still couldn't help but smile and praise: "My young girl is really getting more and more diligent.
This sweet potato smells better than the ones I usually make."
Xiang, my young girl is really capable."
Ji Qingqing smiled and said: "I have always liked cooking.
I used to think about a lot of things in my mind, but I didn't dare to mess with things in the kitchen.
Now we don't have to worry about it in our own home.
Moreover, Cooking is also a skill, and it won’t hurt if you master it.”
After hearing this, Mrs.
Xue felt slightly bitter and guilty.
I think Ji Qingqing was affected by the Niu family's divorce and was afraid that she would not be able to get married, so she worked hard to learn the craft.
This kid was a little frightened.
What kind of skill is cooking?
It's not like you want to be a chef in a restaurant in the city.
If you are a farmer, you can be diligent and thrifty, and the food you cook is good enough.
Even if it's done well, what's the use?
And as the saying goes, it’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.
No matter how good she is, she still has to have something to cook with.
If you are too particular about what you do, you may even attract the disdain of your husband's family and say you can't live a good life.
Mrs.
Naturally, she would not provoke Ji Qingqing by proposing a marriage right now, but her expression seemed a little more pity.
Ji Qingqing was also very happy and thought to herself: Well, my mother probably agrees with my idea.
The three of them had lunch, rested for more than a quarter of an hour, and then went back to the field to continue working.
In the afternoon, Ji Minghe and Xue both picked sweet potatoes from home three times, and the third time the three of them went home together.
By this time, night had fallen.
In the fenced-in yard, Ji Qingying and her younger brother Ji Tongxiao were sitting on the ground playing.
Three chickens that had learned to recognize their new home for several days were clucking around the trough, obviously waiting for dinner.
Returning to rest.
Seeing Ji Qingqing and the others coming back, Ji Qingying patted her butt and stood up from the ground.
Without waiting for Mrs.
Xue and others to ask questions, she hurriedly said: "Third uncle, third aunt, grandpa is sick.
Grandma said it was you who broke up the family and made grandpa angry." , I want to scold you.”
"What"
"When did your grandfather become ill?"
Xue and Ji Minghe were both stunned and asked hurriedly.
Ji Qingying said: "I'm not too sure.
It seems that my grandfather didn't eat breakfast this morning and was lying in the house in the afternoon.
Then my grandmother scolded you and called my second aunt to call you over, but you were not at home
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