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The weather was fine in the afternoon, but for some reason, around three o'clock, the sky suddenly darkened, strong winds blew, and thunder began.

The villagers in the fields quickly packed up and went home.

He Jing was weeding at the foot of the mountain. Just as she and Shi Chunlan arrived home, it started to rain heavily.

Shi Chunlan glanced at the dark sky outside and said, "I don't know if there will be much rain this year."

The seedlings have only been planted for a short time, and too much rain might damage their roots.

He Jing frowned when she heard that, "Mom, should we store some food in advance?"

"That's not necessary. Our vegetable gardens are basically all over the back hill. If they really get flooded, we won't go up there."

If the water really floods to the foot of the mountain, we won’t be able to live there.

He Jing felt a little relieved.

It rained almost every day for the next few days, and it was often sunny one second and cloudy with thunder and lightning the next.

There was a heavy rain with a rumble, and then the sky cleared up again.

The river water rose and there was more silt.

The water you fetch every day must be added with alum and left to stand for a long time before it can be used.

At this time, He Jing began to miss the tap water in her previous life, and she didn't know when Hekou Village would have running water.

However, there is not even a well in the village now, so we will probably have to wait for a long time.

In her previous life, He Jing had always lived in the city and really had no idea about life in the village.

Just as she was thinking about it, the children came running in.

"Aunt, are the sour beans ready to eat?"

Since the first day, the children have been counting the days on their fingers. Today is exactly ten days, so they can go and take a look.

Of course He Jing remembered it. When she saw that they brought it up and saw how expectant they were, she put down the pencil in her hand and stood up.

"Let's go and take a look."

Before leaving, the children curiously glanced at the notebook on He Jing's desk. The words on it were very neat and particularly beautiful.

The children were all stunned, their eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Aunt, your handwriting is more beautiful than that of our school's teacher."

Hearing this, He Jing turned her head to look at the table, the corners of her mouth curved up, but the light in her eyes dimmed a little.

In her previous life, after the college entrance examination was resumed, she wanted to take part in it.

But because he ate the wrong thing, he suddenly developed acute gastroenteritis. He had to receive intravenous drips in the hospital for three days before he could barely eat something.

Looking back now, He Jing knew without hesitation that something shouldn’t have been put into the food that night.

"If you practice more, you can also write beautifully." He Jing suppressed the thoughts churning in her eyes.

Miaomiao went over and grabbed the corner of her clothes expectantly, "Really?"

"Of course." He Jing squatted down and looked at her at eye level, "I also started practicing since I was a child."

"Then can auntie teach us?" Jinbao also came over.

Jin Bao and Yin Bao were unwilling to fall behind and caught up, "We want one too."

He Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Of course."

"When we have some free time later, let's practice calligraphy together, how about that?" He Jing didn't say she would teach, but rather that everyone should come together.

This statement makes the children more excited and expectant.

"Come on, let's go and see it now."

Several children pushed He Jing out and were seen by the adults who were resting at home.

Xu Zhaodi asked casually, "Where are you going?"

"Mom, let's go see if the pickled beans are ready." Jinbao said.

After being reminded, the He family remembered that the sour beans should be ready.

He Jidong said, "Then let's fry one tonight."

"Little sister, you need to add more chili."

It's sour and spicy, and tastes really good.

Shi Chunlan immediately glared at him and said, "Do your part separately."

"I also like spicy food." He Jijun touched the tip of his nose embarrassedly.

He Jidong was delighted when he saw that his elder brother had the same taste as him, "Why not make two servings, spicy and non-spicy."

"Okay." He Jing had no objection and agreed immediately.

Liao Hongmei stood up and said, "I'll help too."

"Will it be delivered soon?" Shi Chunlan asked.

Xu Zhaodi and others then remembered that after the sour beans were ready, they should send some to the village.

He Zhiqiang looked at the drizzle outside and said, "I'll send it when there's enough time."

"It's still early." He Jidong said, "If it gets better, I'll send it off with my brother."

"It will be fine soon."

Xu Zhaodi was somewhat reluctant at first, but when she thought about it, compared with setting up a banquet, it would definitely be more cost-effective to give away sour beans.

"I'll help too."

In that case, the women of the He family all went to the kitchen.

The kitchen is not big, but with several people coming in, it seems very crowded.

The children all crowded to the front, leaving only one empty seat for He Jing to come up and check.

The pickling jar was very large, and He Jing opened the lid under everyone's gaze.

Suddenly, a strong sour aroma wafted into the air, and almost everyone couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

Several children wanted to reach out to take it, but they held back.

Because your hands are not clean, if you touch it, the whole jar of sour beans will be ruined.

"Auntie, when can we eat?"

He Jing knew it was done successfully when she smelled the smell, so she put the lid back.

"Giving one bundle to every household seems a bit too little," said Shi Chunlan.

Xu Zhaodi thought she was going to give her two bundles, so she immediately disagreed, "Mom, we don't have much to begin with. If you give us two bundles, we won't have enough."

Liao Hongmei also agreed, "Just one shot at a time."

"Chop it up and send it out." He Jing said, "We'll cut it up and send a spoonful to each household."

This is a good idea, once it is chopped up it will look like a lot.

And since every household has one spoon, there is no reason to say some households get more and some get less.

"I'll go wash the cutting board."

"I'll go get a pang (basin)."

Liao Hongmei and Xu Zhaodi divided the work and cooperated with each other.

He Jing washed her hands and chopsticks, wiped the chopsticks dry, and then took out the sour beans from the pickling jar.

Shi Chunlan looked at it for a while and said, "Send more from the Zhou family."

"I know." He Jing agreed.

Shi Chunlan looked at her again, thought of the rumors in the village, and wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start.

He Jing didn't notice that the children were so busy looking at the pickled beans that they didn't pay any attention.

Shi Chunlan thought about it for a while, shook her head, and decided not to bring it up.

The pickled sour beans have a very strong aroma, and just smelling it can make people salivate.

Seeing that the children were looking at it eagerly, He Jing took advantage of Shi Chunlan's inattention to cut it into several pieces and gave each of them one.

"It's not time for dinner yet, just eat a little." It's not good to eat sour beans on an empty stomach, but there are not many snacks in the village, so just eat a little to satisfy your craving.

He Jing thought about finding a black market trader, starting up the business, and then bringing back some snacks.