Traveling through the farm, I just want to earn money by farming

From Tan's words, Qing Ning got the information that Mr. Ma was not a local.

But this made Qing Ning admire him even more, as he was a doctor who truly took it as his responsibility to save lives and heal the wounded.

He never puts profit first, and his compassion as a doctor is truly reflected in him.

During the three years that Mr. Ma has settled here, he has benefited many villagers. The villagers are not only grateful to Mr. Ma, but also respect him more.

After cleaning the kitchen, Qing Ning found a small clay pot and prepared to make pickled bamboo shoots.

Qing Ning directed her brothers and sisters, "Second brother, fourth brother, help me peel the bamboo shoots."

"okay"

The two brothers, one holding a knife and the other a sickle, cut the bamboo shoots from bottom to top, and the layers of bamboo shoots were separated. Then they twisted the tip of the knife to peel off the entire bamboo shoot.

In less than a quarter of an hour, all the bamboo shoots picked today were peeled.

The two people cleaned them, removed the old meat at the bottom, and cut the bamboo shoots into two.

On the other side, Qingzhu took the task of boiling water, "Little sister, the water is boiling."

"Got it, second sister, two brothers, carry the bamboo shoots to the kitchen."

Qing Ning directed the two of them and moved a stool to stand in front of the stove.

When they opened the lid of the pot, a wave of hot steam rose up. The two poured the bamboo shoots into the pot, cut Qing Ning a few times to cover it, and told Qing Zhu to keep adding fire.

After a quarter of an hour, take out the cooked bamboo shoots and soak them in cold water for an incense stick of time. This can effectively remove the bitter taste.

Then remove and dry them for later use.

"Second sister, do you have any chili peppers at home?" Qing Ning scalded the clay pot with boiling water to better kill bacteria.

Why not use white wine? The main reason is that we don’t have much wine at home and it’s expensive!

When Qingzhu heard this, he was surprised again: "Chili? What is this? I have never heard of it."

Seeing Qingzhu's confused look, Qingning thought about it and decided to describe it.

"It has a slightly pointed head, a flat, round bottom, and is long and somewhat shaped like a willow leaf. When ripe, it turns red and tastes spicy."

After hearing this, Qingzhu still shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, had never seen or heard of it.

Seeing this, there is only one explanation.

[Until now, chili peppers were not thought to exist in this dynasty. It was not until the 16th century that chili peppers were widely cultivated in modern China.]

If one ingredient is missing, it won’t have any impact, it will just lack some flavor.

Although Qingzhu didn't know this, but since my younger sister mentioned spicy taste, there are indeed a few of them.

"Little sister, we don't have the chili peppers you mentioned, but Gu Yue does have some. Do you want some?"

Qingzhu turned around, took out a cloth bag, opened it and handed it to Qingning.

Qing Ning saw that it was pepper and said with a smile: "I want it."

When everything is ready, Qing Ning starts making it.

After wiping off the moisture in the jar, he thought for a moment and then poured some white wine into the jar.

Cut the ginger into shreds, slice the garlic, and add a pinch of peppercorns for later use.

Place the bamboo shoots in a clean clay pot, and pour in ginger, garlic slices, pepper, old vinegar, soy sauce, some brown sugar, and a little coarse salt.

Stir thoroughly, then put it into a jar and compact it, add boiled water to cover the bamboo shoots, and then add a few drops of white wine to better sterilize it.

Cover the lid, pour a circle of cold boiled water around it, add a few grains of coarse salt and a few drops of wine to block the air.

This kind of pen brewing is the simplest and takes a short time. It can be eaten after twelve hours.

Several people had been standing by, helping, and when they saw Qing Ning stop, they knew that everything was fine.

[This bamboo shoot must be delicious. With so many seasonings, it must be good.]

"Okay, you can eat this in twelve hours. I guarantee you will like it." Qing Ning raised his eyebrows, looking extremely pleased with himself.

The three of them naturally trusted him, especially the two dishes at noon, which made him eat so deliciously.

"Little sister, there are still some processed bamboo shoots. What should we do next?" Qingwu asked.

Qingning looked at the large basin of white and tender bamboo shoots, which were so juicy, and felt it was a pity.

"Leave some to stir-fry in the evening, and dry the rest."

"Okay, we'll listen to you." The four brothers and sisters were busy again.

Tan sat under the eaves doing needlework, watching the children busying around, and felt that everything was beautiful.

After finishing everything, it was almost Shenshi (around three or four in the afternoon).

"Oh, my old waist." Qingning stretched lazily.

Tan couldn't help laughing when she heard this, "How can a child have a waist? And an old waist, he's just a little adult."

"Well, there it is, Mom, look here, here it is."

As he spoke, he twisted his butt left to right. The five-year-old pheasant boy looked very cute when he did this.

She has now adapted to this body, so it doesn't matter if her movements are a little childish.

Qingyu was also a naughty kid, so he walked up and started twisting his body with Qingning.

"Hahaha~O(n_n)Oha! We all have waists."

Seeing the two of them acting like funny creatures, the three of them couldn't help but laugh. For a moment, the courtyard was filled with laughter and warmth.