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

After a few days, Qingning felt really uncomfortable lying down. After she begged and pleaded many times, Mrs. Tan finally agreed to let her come out for some fresh air.

Tan was afraid that she would be blown away by the wind again, so she wrapped her up like a dumpling with layers of clothing on the left and right.

"You can only stay for one stick of incense at most, understand?"

Qing Ning smiled ingratiatingly, indicating that he understood.

"Mom, look what I brought back?" Qingzhu smiled as she entered the yard.

Tan was sorting through the bamboo shoots she had dug that morning. Seeing Qingzhu's condition, she teased her, "What treasure is that? Did you find some money?"

Qingzhu chuckled and took out two fish from under the grass in the basket: "Look, they are fish."

"Second sister, where did the fish come from? Did you go to the river to catch fish?" Qingyu came in from outside and just saw the two fish in Qingzhu's hand.

He helped her take the basket off her hands, took the two fish and put them into the wooden basin.

"Did you go fishing in the river? Although the weather is warm now, the spring water is still cold. If you get sick, you will be in trouble." Tan scolded.

"No, Mom, I didn't go down to the river. Just now when I went to cut grass, my eldest cousin was fishing in the river. When he saw me, he gave me two fish and said he would bring them back for my sister to nourish her body." Qingzhu explained hurriedly.

"Hey, these two fish are so fat, I'll have a treat at noon~" Qingyu felt so happy. He had just drunk mutton bone soup a few days ago, and now he had fish to eat again.

"You, you always eat delicious food every day." Qingwu pointed at his younger brother, looking a little dismayed.

Tan heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that she didn't go into the river. "Okay, thank Ye Ge'er later. I'll make fish soup for you today."

Everyone was happy when they heard it.

Qingzhu was relieved when he saw Qingning was also in the yard and she was wrapped up thickly.

"Sister, you're awake. Sit still and we can drink fish soup again today." Qingzhu looked at her and said with a smile.

After saying that, without waiting for Qing Ning's response, he turned around and spread out the freshly cut grass in the shade, and chopped it up to feed the chickens later.

Mrs. Tan asked the children to continue peeling bamboo shoots while she got up to deal with the two fish.

I saw her deftly scraping the scales and gills of the two fish, cutting open their bellies, and quickly cleaning and washing the fish.

Put it in the kitchen and cover it with a rattan basket to prevent cats from stealing food. If there are too many wild cats in the village, they may break into the house without noticing.

I took two more bamboo shoots, peeled them, washed them, and cut them into shreds for later use. Then I went to the back of the house to pick some young vegetable sprouts and a small bunch of coriander, washed them, and set them aside.

"Qingning, do you want to go back to the house and lie down? You've been out for some fresh air for a while. Don't let it keep you out for too long and get a fever again." Mrs. Tan was still worried about her little girl and urged her to go inside and rest.

"Mom, I'm not tired. I'll stay for a while, just a little while. Otherwise, I'll go into the kitchen and watch you cook." As he said this, fearing that Tan would not agree, he immediately moved a small wooden stool into the kitchen.

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Tan was helpless. The child has been feeling very depressed recently.

Tan called Qingzhu: "Second sister, come here and help me light the fire."

"I'm coming, Mom~" Qingzhu dropped what he was holding and went into the kitchen.

While the green bamboo was lighting the fire, Tan quickly scooped up a handful of brown rice, washed it, poured it into a clay pot, added clean water, and put it on the clay stove to cook.

"Qingzhu, use some firewood to light the clay stove and simmer it on low heat. Don't overcook it and burn the rice." Tan instructed.

"Okay." Qingzhu picked up some burning firewood and put it into the clay stove. Soon, he heard crackling sounds.

Iron is expensive nowadays, and an iron pot costs a lot of money. Many families don’t have one, and their family still has a pot that the old man bought for them when he was still alive.

Therefore, most households use clay pots and mud stoves. Qingzhu watched the stove where rice was simmering while the big pot was burning.

"Mom, the pot is hot."

"Okay, got it. Just turn down the heat."

Tan scooped a ladle of water into the pot, then poured the vegetable moss directly into it and covered the pot.

Wait until the steam rises and the fish eyes in the pot boil, then drip two drops of oil into it, open the cloth bag, pinch out a few grains of yellowish-brown coarse salt, turn it over a few times, and then pour it directly into the basin.

Qingning watched from the side, feeling indescribable emotions.

Isn't this just vegetables cooked in water? No wonder the dishes have an indescribable bitter taste every day. The salt is really too coarse.

Seeing that Tan scooped water to clean the pot, then poured in clean water again, cut some ginger shreds and threw them in, then covered the pot and let the green bamboo burn.

"Qingzhu, light a big fire in the stove."

"Well, okay." Qingzhu responded, constantly stirring the firewood in the stove to make the fire burn more vigorously.

When the water boiled, Tan put the fish in directly, covered it again and continued to stew.

Seeing that the time was almost up and the fish soup was milky white, I added the chopped bamboo shoots into the soup, stirred it for a while, added a few grains of salt and sprinkled some coriander, and then served.

[Oil and salt are expensive, firewood needs to be sold, and everything is boiled in water. What a hard life!] Qing Ning was already crying in her heart.

"Oh, what smells so good? What are we eating today?" Father Chen's voice came from the yard, interrupting Qingning's self-moon.

Tan smiled and replied, "You have a sharp nose. Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

While setting the table, Mrs. Tan first served a large bowl of fish soup, which was to be sent to the old family.

Although the family was divided and the old lady lived with her eldest son, Chen Laoer and his wife were both filial and would always give the old lady a portion of any delicious food they had.

Qing Ning was drinking fish soup at the dinner table. If you ignore the bitter and numb taste in the soup, it is really sweet.

At this time, there is no pollution and the water quality is good. The fish meat is a little sweet. Although it has an earthy smell, it can be ignored.