Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Lin looked at Lidong: "Can you cook? Do you want me to help you cook?"

Stewing rabbit requires removing the fishy smell, so seasoning is essential.

Lidong felt like she was shaking her head all day: "No need, Aunt San, I can cook."

Lin smiled and nodded: "Okay, tell me what you need."

Cui Zhaozhao hid the silver and secretly stuck out her tongue at her mother.

"Come on, let's go wash the grapes."

Both rabbits woke up, leaving Lin alone at home staring at the two rabbits.

Looking at its silly appearance, it's definitely not a wild rabbit from the mountains.

Lin smiled and shook her head, carried the rabbit into the inner room, and handed it to Cui Jingwen who was copying books.

She won't kill rabbits.

After a while, the sound of an ox cart was heard outside the door.

"Aunt San! I'm back!"

The sound reached the upper room.

Old Mrs. Cui looked through the window and saw Silang standing at the gate of the courtyard with a smile on his face. There was an ox cart next to him full of pottery jars.

"What is Cheng Liang's wife going to do now?"

"cough."

Old Man Cui coughed loudly.

Old Mrs. Cui pulled the curtain shut with a swish.

"I didn't say it, I didn't see it."

Silang busied himself and gently moved the jars down. In addition to the ten jars, there were also two ceramic basins and five ceramic bowls.

"The jars are fifteen cents each, and I only took one cent off, so the total is one hundred and forty cents."

The remaining sixty cents were given to Aunt San.

Lin looked at him with a hint of surprise.

Si Lang thought Third Aunt was unhappy, so he quickly said, "Although the price wasn't much lower, they gave me a few extra pottery basins and bowls. They were burnt remnants. We bought a lot of pots, so I persuaded the steward to give them to me for free."

Lin picked up the ceramic basin. The basin was very large, weighing more than two kilograms, and it was free.

This was the first time in so many years that Silang used money to buy something. He was afraid that Third Aunt would not be satisfied with what he bought, so he stood nervously by the side, as if he was being judged.

Seeing Auntie San observing the pottery basin, Silang pointed out the damaged parts to her: "There's a gap here, and this bowl has a piece missing from the bottom."

These are all very small problems that you can't even notice unless you look closely.

Lin looked at Silang with admiration in her eyes.

"Well done. If I went to buy them, I would probably only be able to bring back ten jars." Lin joked to himself.

It's not just her, Cui Jingwen is even worse. He has been lacking in this aspect since he was a child.

Three dollars each, he went to bargain and asked if they would sell it to him for ten dollars each.

Silang felt embarrassed by the praise, which was actually a coincidence.

Shiro and Lin moved the jar into the yard together.

"I've only seen it from a distance when I passed by before, but today was my first time going in. Once inside, I saw a corner filled with all kinds of pottery, piled so high."

Shiro jumped up and measured his height.

"The manager said these are all waste. Auntie, do you know how much waste is produced in a kiln of pottery? At least 40%!"

Lin nodded. Even in later generations, the scrap rate of porcelain was still very high, which was inevitable.

"The manager said the burnt pottery can't be sold, so it just sits here year after year. People nearby who are building houses come and take it away. They smash it up and mix it with the mud so you can't tell it's there. The key is that a cartload only sells for ten cents."

Shiro was really moved.

If he has money to build a house in the future, he will go and pull a cart.

The newly bought pottery jar needed to be cleaned, and the two of them were talking about it while cleaning the jar.

The jar is as tall as a calf, and it is estimated that one jar can produce up to 30 kilograms of wine.

"I see that the pottery basins and bowls you brought back are quite intact. They can be used at home without any problem."

Bowls and basins are bound to get bumped and dented after being used for a long time. Even if they have a chip on them, as long as they don't leak, they can be used.

In later generations, there were many businesses that specialized in selling defective products at low prices, and many people bought them.

She remembered that Zhao Zhao had bought it only once. It was a mug, but the glaze was a little cracked, and the price was more than half cheaper.

Lin suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"What's wrong, Auntie?"

Lin looked at Shiro.

"We can bring back the scraps from the brick kilns. The price is cheaper than the regular ones, and there will definitely be a lot of people buying them..."

Shiro didn't hear what was said next, his mind was full of the first two words.

we.

Aunt San was talking about us, including him.

"You can pick some that are in good condition. It's okay if the purchase price is a little higher. When you get home, you can sort them into different grades based on their completeness..."

Shiro didn't seem to hear anything, and he had a silly smile on his face as he was thinking about something.

"Shiro? Shiro, are you listening?"

Lin waved her hand in front of his eyes, and Silang suddenly came back to his senses: "Third Aunt, I'm here."

Lin patiently repeated what he had just said.

"Do you think this method is feasible?"

Auntie San was actually asking for his opinion...

Shiro shook his head.

I threw away the messy thoughts in my mind and thought seriously about what Aunt San had just said.

When he went there just now, he heard from the manager that their brick kiln had no place to deal with these things, and even hoped that someone would take them away.

After all, as long as the brick kiln is firing, new waste will be produced. If he goes to collect the waste, the person in charge should be very willing to do so.

"I think...it should be possible."

Lin clapped his hands and said, "Then let's try pulling a cart back first."

Shiro's eyes widened. Is this decided?

Don’t you need to tell Uncle San?

No, no, if there is no Third Uncle, then shouldn’t we also tell grandpa and grandma?

Lin patted Shilang on the shoulder and said, "Let's make wine today. We'll make detailed plans later when we have some free time."

She wanted Silang to do this, as her intuition told her that Silang was talented in this area.

Since we are in partnership with Shiro, there are issues of profit sharing, as well as where and how to sell the products.

All of these require careful planning.

Cui Zhaozhao, Lidong and Wulang came back. Lin suppressed the things in her heart and they all started to work on the wine together.

The dust on the grapes has been washed clean, but the layer of white frost on top has not been washed off, which was left on purpose.

Lin used a coarse cloth to carefully clean the inside and outside of the jar, leaving no trace of moisture. Lidong followed Aunt San's example and after cleaning a piece, he moved it to the sun to dry.

It was almost noon, when the sun was at its strongest, and soon the jar was completely dry and turned a layer of white.

But Cui Zhaozhao has more important things to do.

I opened the mall and found alcohol first. I bought two kilograms, put it in an old wine jar, and gave it to my mother.

Find rock sugar again.

Five pounds of grapes require about one pound of sugar, so I bought twenty pounds.

After preparing these, she went out to work with everyone.

Lin took a cloth dipped in alcohol and carefully wiped the inner wall of the pottery jar and the lid of the jar.

Lidong was also wiping, and the more he rubbed, the more dizzy he felt.

"Aunt San, what are we wiping?"

She seemed to have a hard time seeing Third Aunt.

Lin quickly moved the alcohol next to her further away: "This is white wine. Don't breathe while you wipe it. After wiping for a while, go to the side to take a breath."

After taking the alcohol away, Lidong felt much better.

"I've seen others drink it. Auntie, can I have a taste?" She heard people say it was very spicy, and she wanted to try how spicy it was.

"No."

Lidong's disappointment was visibly evident, and Lin couldn't bear it. "This has been stained with a rag, it's not clean. I'll give it to you when I have a clean one later."

"Okay, thank you Aunt San." Lidong's mouth curled up again.

A layer of clean cloth is spread on the ground, and the grapes are spread on it one by one. There must be no water on the grapes for winemaking, and the moisture on them must be dried in the sun.

Xiaoqi stood by and turned the grapes over every few minutes.

Old Mrs. Cui lifted the curtain and looked again and again. There was no sign of stopping outside, and Mrs. Lin was still busy with the children.

Finally, I couldn't help it and pushed open the door.

When the people in the yard heard the sound of someone going up to the roof, they all stopped what they were doing.

Especially the children from the second wife, their hearts were in a knot, wondering if their words were annoying their grandma.

Old Mrs. Cui took a breath and her old face frowned.

"What are you busy with? I see you haven't had lunch yet. Are you hungry?"

The children from the second house took a step back in horror. Their grandma was not like that!

(The latter part is changed to "Anai" to avoid the review, so the previous one is not changed. Thank you for your tolerance~)

Lin wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a smile, "We are making wine. We will eat it after we are done. Have you eaten yet?"

There are several layers of wrinkles on Old Mrs. Cui's face.

"Your father and I haven't eaten either, so don't cook lunch. Come and eat together after you're done."

Turning to look at Shilang and the others, he continued smiling: "You come too."

Shi Lang and his companions pressed their bodies tightly against the wall, almost embedding themselves in it.

This isn't right.

Grandma must have been stimulated.

Lin thought of the two rabbits in the room and went back to get them out.

"I've been here for so long, but I haven't had a meal with my mother yet. Lidong and the others caught this rabbit in the mountains. Thanks to your good cooking skills, let's stew it for lunch."

The rabbit kicked its legs, and its thighs were almost as thick as its arms. If such a fat rabbit were sold, it would fetch at least three taels of silver.

Old Mrs. Cui subconsciously wanted to open her mouth. How could they...

Bah, bah, bah, she didn't think of anything.

Mrs. Cui took the rabbit and said with a smile: "This rabbit is really good, plump. Let's stew a rabbit for lunch."

Lin corrected: "Let's stew both. There are so many children, one won't be enough."

Old Mrs. Cui took a few deep breaths before suppressing what was in her heart.

"Okay, it's all stewed."

He glanced at the children in the yard with a smile, then turned and went into the house carrying the rabbit.

Several children from the second room walked out along the wall, and cold sweats broke out on their backs when they thought of the smile on their grandmother's face just now.

"Is grandma angry?"

Cui Zhaozhao stopped what he was doing, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then answered affirmatively, "No."

Grandma smiled happily.

The children were still uneasy and continued to work nervously.

At worst, they won’t eat.

Grapes have to be picked one by one, which is a patient job. Wild grapes are very small and there are hundreds of them in a bunch.

They sat in a row in the shade of the corner and put the picked grapes directly into clay jars.

A clay pot weighs ten pounds, and Silang asked the manager about it before buying it.

Lidong really can't do such delicate work. If I haven't finished picking a bunch of fruits, I feel like there are nails under my butt and I can't sit still at all.

His eyes rolled around, he picked up a basin of grapes and went back to the west room. When he came out again, the basin was gone.

"Second brother can't get off the kang, he must be bored."

Silang secretly despised her and would push the work he didn't like to do to his second brother.

Lidong opened the window of the west room again.

Erlang was half leaning on the kang, picking grapes methodically with his hands.

"Now it won't be boring."

Lidong stood outside the window with her hands on her hips, her eyes and eyebrows full of pride after her plan succeeded.

Jiro smiled and shook his head.

"Yes, it's not boring anymore."

The sun is high.

Cui Chengliang had been busy in the fields for the whole morning. As soon as he entered the yard despite the heat, he was shocked by the bustling scene in the yard.

He hasn't made wine in a long time.

In my previous life, every household in my hometown village would go up the mountain to pick wild grapes and make wine during this season.

His family has been brewing wine since he was a child. Later, after he got married and moved to the city, he did not change this habit.

We buy grapes to make wine every year. My wife knew nothing about it at the beginning, but later she became proficient in it.

When children are born, the family will go to the picking garden to pick grapes themselves, and then make the grapes they picked into fine wine.

Seeing winemaking again, he really felt itchy.

Cui Chengliang pretended not to understand and came forward: "What are you doing?"

Shi Lang jumped up and said, "Uncle San! We are making wine."

"Oh?" Cui Chengliang's face was full of surprise. "Wild grapes can be used to make wine. This is the first time Uncle San has heard of this in all these years."

"It's the first time I know this too, but Third Aunt understands." Silang said and then he realized it belatedly and glanced at Third Aunt.

Lin's expression remained the same.

Cui Chengliang rolled up his sleeves with interest and asked, "Are you picking grapes now?"

Silang looked at Aunt San again and nodded.

"I'll give you a hand."

Lin finally raised her head and looked at Cui Chengliang who was eager to try.

Somehow, the scene of our family of four making wine before my husband passed away flashed through my mind.

She was washing jars in the kitchen while her husband was sitting in the dining room picking grapes.

He is extremely patient in doing these delicate tasks, and never has to worry about any extra grape stems after picking the grapes.

Thinking of this, her nose suddenly felt sore and she lowered her head and rejected him in a low voice.

"Need not."

She could make wine with Shilang and his children, but she could not accept doing so with any man other than her husband.

Besides, he started learning to brew wine because he loved it.

She was afraid that after brewing wine with Cui Chengliang, her husband would come to her in her dreams and scold her.

Then she is not right.