Song Sanniang's Journey to Wealth

This mountain is not high, just a small hill. There are wild berry trees and wild fruit trees on the road, but they have probably been picked by the village children, and there are only unripe fruits.

It didn't take long to reach the top of the mountain. There were no tall and dense trees on the mountain, only a large green meadow. The grass was not high, just up to the ankles, and the meadow was full of one-legged amaranth with small yellow flowers.

Single-legged herb is used to treat infantile malnutrition, summer fever in children, diarrhea in children, icteric hepatitis, etc.

Sanniang was immediately happy when she saw it. This was a medicinal herb that could be sold to make money. When she was in modern times, someone in the village would come to buy it for a few yuan per pound.

When she grew up, she found out that the market price of wild Herba striata was several hundred yuan per pound. Sanniang guessed that no one here knew that it was a medicinal herb, so there were so many of them.

She didn't have time to look at anything else, so she called her two younger sisters, taught them how to recognize the single-legged grass, and then they squatted down together and carefully pulled out the single-legged grass.

It is not easy to pull out the single-legged grass, mainly because it is very thin, usually only as long as a finger, and it grows together with the grass, so densely packed that you have to pull the grass aside to pull it out from the roots.

She couldn't stop pulling until her feet were numb from squatting. She looked at the sun starting to climb above her head, so she pulled out some straw, tied up the picked tricholoma, and went down the mountain with her sisters.

"You're back. Why did you pull so many weeds?" Song Ersao had already prepared lunch and was about to call Erniang to eat.

"Mom, this is medicinal material, it can be sold for money,"

"How do you know this is a medicinal herb? This weed has been growing on the mountain for years and no one has ever pulled it out."

"Mom, this is true. I heard it from the barefoot doctor in the village." Sanniang tried hard to make up a reason.

"Okay, let's eat quickly. The Badu is here. I'll go to town and take it to the pharmacy to have a look. If they don't have it, it's lost." At this time, Song Laoer tried to smooth things over.

"Okay," Mrs. Song sat down half-believingly.

There was a plate of lettuce, an egg custard, and a bowl of porridge for each person on the table. That was one meal.

If Sanniang had not recovered from her illness not long ago, she probably wouldn't have been able to eat the egg custard. The eggs were brought by the clan leader's wife, and there were six of them.

These days we harvested the taro from the wasteland and planted new ones.

The paddy field lady will give us the land only after the rice is harvested. I will go to the town to look for work after I finish my work in the field."

Song Lao Er discussed things with Song Ersao while eating.

"Row."

After dinner, Song Laoer and Song Ersao took their tools and went to the wasteland. Song Sanniang hurriedly took a straw hat and wanted to follow them. Song Laoer didn't want her to follow,

Although it was just the beginning of autumn, it was still very hot in the south. However, Song Sanniang kept pestering him, so he had to agree.

After passing through the bamboo forest and walking for a while, we arrived at his wasteland.

In fact, it is also at the foot of the small hill behind his house, just in a circle.

As soon as they arrived at the field, the couple started to work. Sanniang and her two younger sisters were still looking around. The two younger sisters were very obedient and stayed beside them to play with the flower rope.

This large piece of wasteland is bordered by my own wasteland. People have planted crops on the right side of it, and many villagers are busy working.

On the left was a large field of cassava taller than a person, with weeds growing all over the ground. It looked to be more than an acre in size.

Across this large piece of wasteland is a canal that brings water from a stream, and next to the canal are endless paddy fields.

"Sanniang, you and your sisters just sit in the cassava field to avoid being exposed to the sun." Song Ersao was busy working while taking care of Sanniang.

"Mother, who planted this cassava field? Why is it full of weeds?" Sanniang asked curiously.

"You kid, no one grows cassava on this land. The cassava grows wild. This cassava is poisonous. Who would grow this thing?"

Mrs. Song was amused by Sanniang's words, and Song Laoer also laughed. Across the half-acre field, Aunt He was sitting on the ground to rest after being tired from working. She wiped her sweat and shouted:

"Sanniang looks much better,"

"Yes, she is fine now. She couldn't sit still and ran out."

Song Ersao quickly joined in the conversation, and the two of them began chatting away. Other nearby villagers also joined in the laughter.

Sanniang, on the other hand, was like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar.

"These are all cassava that no one wants!!! I'm rich, I'm rich,

Cassava can be made into cassava flour, and cassava flour can be made into pearl balls, water mochi, and many desserts.

Cassava itself can be used to make cassava soup, or stir-fried, it is truly a treasure food.”

She was busy digging out as much cassava as she could. When Song Laoer found out, she had already dug out more than ten kilograms of cassava.

The two younger sisters stopped playing with the ropes and started helping their older sister to dig out cassava.

"Sanniang, what are you doing? This cassava is poisonous and cannot be eaten," Song Laoer came over while drinking water.

"Dad, I'm reclaiming land. Isn't it said that I don't have to pay taxes for the first two years of reclaiming land?"

Sanniang suddenly had an idea and found an excuse: "This piece of land is close to our home, and we can grow more food if we open it up."

"Kid, it's not your turn to reclaim the land. You just recovered from your illness not long ago. Just stay here and we will reclaim the land when we are done." After saying this, Song Laoer went back to work.

When the sun went down, Song Lao Er carried a load of taro and Song Ersao also dragged a basket of taro home.

Sanniang quietly took two cassavas in her hand, made a hushing gesture to her two younger sisters, and followed behind.

Back home, the couple got busy again.

Sanniang quietly took the cassava into the kitchen, and her two younger sisters followed her in. Siniang lowered her voice and asked curiously, "Sister, what are you doing?"

"Sister is going to use cassava to make delicious food for you. You can't let mom and dad know, you have to keep it a secret, okay?" The two sisters nodded immediately.

Sanniang washed the cassava, peeled it and sliced ​​it, then started a fire and started to cook it. She asked her two younger sisters to watch the fire, and she ran out to tell Song Laoer and his wife, "Mom and Dad, I'll cook dinner, and you guys just do your own things."

Children in rural areas all do housework since they are young, so the couple continued to be busy with their own things.

Sanniang washed the rice and cooked porridge in a clay pot. She then ran out to get a taro, washed it, cut it into cubes and put it in the pot to cook with the porridge.

When the porridge was ready and the cassava was cooked, she took out the cassava, put it in an unused wooden basin at home, added water and soaked it. She asked Si Niang and Wu Niang to quietly put the basin in their room.

Because she wanted to eat cassava as soon as possible, she boiled it and then soaked it to speed up the removal of the toxicity of the cassava.

"Mom and Dad, it's time to eat." After finishing her work, she called the couple to come for dinner.

"This porridge is made with taro, which makes it soft, sticky and fragrant." Song Lao Er slurped up the whole bowl, sweating all over his forehead.

"Yes, it smells good. These taro roots are sticky and soft. We'll keep some for ourselves, and you can sell the rest in town. Sell as many as you can and use the money to buy rice."

"okay."

Sanniang thought, taro is a good thing. Taro soup, taro milk tea, taro sausage stewed rice, any of them can be sold for money.

First of all, we have to convince our parents that cassava is edible, so that we can make cassava and taro sweet soup and sell it.

After dinner, Song Lao Er was not idle either. He was busy outside the yard setting up a table for the fourth and fifth Niang's room.

"Mom, let me clean up the dishes. You should take a shower and go to bed early." Sanniang saw that Song Ersao was beginning to doze off and looked very tired.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Song Ersao was indeed tired after a day of farm work. She simply washed up and went back to rest.

After Song Sanniang finished her housework and bathed her two sisters, it was already dark. After washing up, she also went to bed.

Song Laoer was the only one left. Seeing that it was too dark to work anymore, he packed up his tools, washed up and rested.

In the blink of an eye it's a new day.

Song Sanniang got up early in the morning and washed the golden threadfin twigs with her sister and dried them in the sun.

After breakfast, Song Laoer and his wife went to work in the fields. They cooked some taro and took it to the fields as lunch, and did not come back at noon.

After Song Sanniang had finished picking the tricholoma, she carried her backpack and went to the mountain with her sisters to continue picking tricholoma.

Si Niang and Wu Niang were still young. They would pull the vines, sometimes catch butterflies, sometimes pick wild flowers. From time to time, their lively laughter could be heard from the mountain.

Only at this time did some of the innocence of children appear.

Sanniang waited until she felt her stomach rumbling before she took her two sisters down the mountain.

After returning home and putting down her things, she took out the cassava and rinsed it.

Then put some lard in the pot, add onions and garlic to sauté, add cassava and stir-fry.

Stir-fry until almost done, add salt and soy sauce, and finally add chopped green onions and stir-fry a few more times before serving.

While Sanniang was frying, Siniang and Wuniang were chattering beside her: "What a nice smell! What a nice smell! This must be delicious."

Fried cassava is simple to make, but delicious.

The cassava is mixed with the fragrance of onions. The skin is a little burnt but the inside is soft and delicious.

Sanniang couldn't bear the eager gazes of Siniang and Wuniang, so she scooped out two pieces of the cake, cooled them down, and gave them a taste.

The fourth and fifth mothers ate with their eyes wide open and exclaimed that the food was delicious. The third mother filled a bowl for each of them, and they started eating together, and covered the rest.

After eating and drinking, Si Niang and Wu Niang had already started to doze off, so San Niang urged them to go to bed.

Then she processed the newly picked tricholoma, hung it out to dry, and took a nap.

After waking up, I cooked some porridge. Then Song Laoer and his wife came back.

"Dad, Mom, stop busying yourself. Sit down and have a rest for a while before eating."

"The couple was so exhausted that they could barely stand up straight. They sat down and looked at the cassava on the table.

"What is this? It smells so good," Song Laoer picked up a piece of cassava and started eating.

"This is cassava." Sanniang was a little nervous.

Song Laoer had already swallowed the cassava, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

"You kid, didn't you tell me that cassava is poisonous and can't be eaten?" Song Ersao said angrily.

"Mom, this cassava will not be poisonous if you peel it and soak it in water for a long time.

This cassava can not only be eaten, but also ground into flour, which can be used to make many things.

This is what my begging mother-in-law told me. I ate it at noon today. You see, I am fine. "

Sanniang was afraid that Song Laoer and his wife would find out that she had changed, and she had no way of explaining how she knew.

He thought quickly and remembered an old woman who had come to the village to beg before, so he moved her out.

Mrs. Song was a little skeptical, but seeing that Sanniang was fine,

"I won't eat it. I'll wait until you guys have eaten and are fine. Otherwise, if the poison takes effect on you, no one will know."

"Dad, if this cassava is really edible, can we buy that piece of land? We can eat the cassava ourselves and grind it into flour to sell," Sanniang stared at Song Laoer with sparkling eyes.

"It's okay after Sanniang eats this. I'll finish it and see how it goes tomorrow.

If nothing goes wrong, this is a good thing. Look, one tree can produce so much cassava, the yield is so high, and it is drought-resistant, and it can grow even without anyone taking care of it. "

Song Laoer thought about it and thought it was a good idea.

The family discussed and negotiated together. Although they were penniless and had no meat to eat, good days seemed to be just around the corner.