Farmhouse life after traveling back to ancient times

I originally thought that I had traveled through time with modern technology that had been improved over thousands of years, but I found that it was not as good as I had imagined.

When I was a child, I made pickles with the elders at home. In addition to salt, there were also various spices boiled into brine, which made it delicious no matter how it was cooked.

Here, not only was salt more expensive than rice, but spices were also precious. Although the family spent their money frugally, half of it was given to Lu Sangui and two taels to Yulan. Adding that to daily expenses, they could only sigh like modern people at work: "Spending money is like running water, making money is like climbing a mountain."

Although I feel a little sad, it is just a temporary emotion.

Life had to go on as usual. In early summer, there were many wild vegetables on the mountain that could be picked and eaten. She also picked a lot of black fungus from the tree stumps in the bamboo forest, dried them, and took them to Hui'an Tower to ask for it. At first, they said that this thing was poisonous and they dared not sell it. Du Wenxiu personally made a plate of black fungus and ate it. A few days later, she went again. The shopkeeper was surprised that she was not hurt at all. Then he sat down to discuss the matter.

Du Wenxiu explained to the shopkeeper in detail the taboos of eating black fungus, such as fresh black fungus cannot be eaten, and must be processed using special methods like the ones in her shop, and the soaking time in water cannot be too long, and the soaked black fungus cannot be eaten overnight. As long as you strictly follow what she said, there will be no poisoning.

The shopkeeper was still hesitant, so Du Wenxiu had to resort to his ultimate move. If Hui'an Tower didn't want it, he would go to Heshun Tower over there to ask.

Businessmen usually weigh the gains and losses, and they would not let go of fresh dishes so easily.

The shopkeeper stopped Du Wenxiu and asked her to make a plate of black fungus. After tasting the dish, she was very satisfied and ordered a supply. However, she ordered a small amount at first to try selling it first. If the customers responded well, she would increase the supply.

Du Wenxiu had no objection to this. His family lived by the old tree stump and they collected samples every few days. It took many days to save such a small amount. This time he just wanted to try out the route, test the waters, and establish some relationships first.

Now that there was a market for the fungus, Du Wenxiu asked Lu Fanghai to move the old tree stump back home. He left it in the open air at first, but found that even with manual watering, the fungus did not grow quickly and could not grow large. It was not as efficient as when it was in the bamboo forest.

Du Wenxiu tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and worried for several days. Finally, he figured it out. It was only early summer and the temperature was not very high. When the old tree stump was in the bamboo forest, a layer of thorns happened to grow on it, covering it. There was also a thick layer of fallen leaves from who knows how many cycles, which covered it like a quilt, maintaining the humidity and temperature. This natural greenhouse allowed the wood ear to grow so fast.

Now that I've brought it back home, I'm just hanging it there to dry. The humidity and temperature are not high, so naturally it won't grow quickly.

After figuring it out, he called Lu Fanghai, and they built a low wall with earth bricks on the remaining space between the chicken coop and the east wing, and built a thatched shed on top, covering it tightly, leaving a door and a gap for ventilation. They moved the old tree stump in, and went to the mountains to pick up a few rotten woods and brought them back. He tried the same method as he had seen his grandfather grow wood ear mushrooms occasionally.

Maybe it was the right approach, coupled with good luck, she was able to grow it successfully, which added to her joy. In this way, selling wood ear mushrooms is still feasible.

Comparing the price of dried bamboo shoots, Hui'anlou offered a price of 120 coins per catty, and each time they supplied half a catty, which was 60 coins.

Hui'anlou has just put up a sign for this dish, and it will take time to promote it.

Once he sells out quickly, I will be able to figure out how to grow wood ear mushrooms on my own and produce a larger quantity.

A golden and smooth road is laid out before us, and good days are about to come.

As she was thinking, Du Wenxiu chuckled. Several people who were eating at the table all looked at her. She felt embarrassed and put the bowl to her mouth, covering half of her face.

By this time, the weather was getting warmer, and the chirping of cicadas could be heard from time to time in the trees outside the wall. The fluffy chicks that we bought had grown into half-grown and were much easier to raise than before.

I have planted some vegetables in the vegetable garden at home, and they have grown quite tall. Originally, the chicken coop was too small, so I let the chickens roam free, but now the conditions do not allow it. If I let them out, what will I eat?

Du Wenxiu also asked Fang a lot about how to make pickles. It turned out that they used to make some pickles to eat when there was no vegetables in winter. They often made pickled bamboo shoots and pickled mustard greens. The pickled bamboo shoots were the ones they made a few days ago, and the pickled mustard greens were made with mustard greens.

First dry the mustard greens, then blanch them in boiling water after they are softened. Take them out and let them cool. Sprinkle them with coarse salt, mix well and put them in a jar. Pour the water used to blanch the mustard greens on them, wrap them up, and they can be eaten after five or six days.

It sounds simple, but it's a simple and common job that everyone can do. If you take this recipe out to sell pickles, you can only earn hard-earned money.

Thinking about the several kinds of pickles that he often ate when he was a child, he asked Fang about them. Whether it was pickled watermelon beans or pickled cucumbers, Fang was confused.

I haven't heard of it. This is good. Scarcity makes things valuable. If you can make it yourself, maybe you can sell it at a good price.

However, watermelon pickled beans are made in midsummer or late summer, so it’s still too early now. As for pickled cucumbers, it’s almost time.

In a few months, the chickens will lay eggs, which can be made into salted eggs and preserved eggs. Qiaoer asked, "What are preserved eggs?"

"It's just pickling the eggs. The inside is golden yellow and it tastes delicious."

As he spoke, Du Wenxiu's saliva began to flow again.

"When our chickens lay eggs, I'll pickle some for you to try."

Hearing her say that, Fang was unhappy again. Salted eggs must be pickled with salt, so they are not cheap no matter how you calculate it. They must be sold to make money. How can they eat them at home? What a pipe dream.

Du Wenxiu chuckled and nodded in response to her words.

Anyway, when the time comes, I can just take a few to eat when I make them. If Fang can't bear to part with them, I won't give them to her.

After so many days, Du Wenxiu also understood Fang's temper. She certainly didn't treat him as a family member, but even if she disliked him, she still wanted to stay in the same yard with him.

So Du Wenxiu didn't care much about Fang's bad temper.

Although I don't want to be angry with her, if I put myself in her shoes, I'm afraid she would also feel that she was angry with me. Thinking of this, I feel relieved.

If she makes a big fuss, just ignore her. She doesn’t dare to hit anyone now.

Anyway, Lu Fanghai is on his side at home, and Qiao'er is also on good terms with his sister-in-law, so let her deal with just Fang.

Qiu Yong came to see Lu Fanghai several times, wanting to go into the mountains. However, there were many snakes and insects in the summer, and the mountains were dangerous. Du Wenxiu was a little worried, but Lu Fanghai was willing to go.

The two men went into the mountains several times and gained something, including hunting a few wild boars. However, compared with the musk deer they had hunted before, it was nothing.

Lu Fanghai was open-minded and said that no one gets rich every day, it's all accumulated over time, so he just needed to go a few more times.

The whole family is busy and no one is idle. They think about how to make money every day, so their lives will naturally get better.

Half a year passed. Although there was no opportunity to make big money, I managed to save some money by being frugal.

Not much though.