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Ren Feng woke up early again this day, and today is a big day for him.Why?Because his pickled mustard is unsealed today.

If the people here can accept it, Ren Feng even thought about pickling some sweet bamboo shoots and the like.

"Xiao Lan, did you wake up so early today?" The weather was getting hotter day by day, and the sun came out very early. In the morning light, Aunt Li and Dahan had already started to pack their things for going to the market today.

As Aunt Li said, the enthusiasm for mustard greens among wealthy families only lasted for 4 or 5 days before it ended. Naturally, Aunt Li also called for vegetables to sell, mainly spring bamboo shoots and wild fungus.Aunt Li said that the end of spring is actually difficult for them, mainly because the spring vegetables will become bitter after the season, and there are not many kinds.Xiao Cui picked some wild cherries, which were smaller than those seen in modern times, but Xiao Cui must have picked them before picking them. The cherries are plump and bright red. Although they are slightly sour, they are very appetizing just by looking at them.

Speaking of which, these cherries are the best sellers, because the ladies and wives of rich households like them, but the quantity is really not much.

"Yes, Aunt Li, I want to ask you for a favor again today." Ren Feng stood up a little embarrassed and said to Aunt Li who was on the side. He has troubled people a lot these days.

"What's the matter?" Aunt Li asked while arranging the basket.

"It's like this. I pickled some pickles and I want you to try the taste for me."

"Pickles? What kind of pickles?" Aunt Li asked in surprise.

There is also food storage in Lijia Village, but it is different from pickling in modern society, but simply rubbed with salt and left.

And most of the targets are also for meat. It seems that there will be a custom similar to killing chickens and pigs at the end of the year, but there are really not many people who use salt to pickle vegetables, not to mention the use of sugar.

Although salt and sugar are cheaper than white rice here, they can't be used to marinate things lavishly.

"I don't know if I can sell the pickled mustard. Aunt Li will try it for me!" Ren Feng said as he broke the seal of the pickled vegetables, and a salty and sweet taste overflowed.

"Mustard?" When Aunt Li was still wondering about the name of the pickle, Ren Feng had already brought the jar to Aunt Li.

Ren Feng put some fungus in the pickled mustard, one is to increase the color, and the fungus is crispy after pickling, which complements the mustard.

Ren Feng took a piece of fungus and put it in his mouth. The taste was still good, so he handed the jar to Aunt Li and said, "Aunt Li, try it."

There was obvious suspicion on Aunt Li's face, but when Ren Feng ate it, she reached out for a piece of mustard, tore off a small piece with her rough nails and put it in her mouth.

how to say?

It is salty and sweet when you eat it, but it has a slightly sour taste when you chew it, which makes people want to eat it.

Ren Feng observed Aunt Li's facial expression, the pickled mustard gang was indeed a bit astringent, and it is obviously not enough to use sugar lightly. Ren Feng's hometown would use hawthorn, and Ren Feng himself prefers to come to big cities later The last one or two yuan a pack of plums.However, everything is lacking here, Ren Feng used unripe cherries, mashed the juice in a bowl, and then poured it into a jar.

Later, he tried the effect, and it was okay. The fungus is not very obvious, but mustard must still have a good taste.

Aunt Li ate half of the pickled mustard, and then asked, "Xiao Lan, what kind of vegetable is this? Why is it so delicious? It's sweet, sour and slightly salty." Aunt Li looked at the shriveled vegetable root, For a while, I really couldn't see what kind of dish it was.

When Ren Feng heard Aunt Li's praise, he laughed immediately. It seems that people's tastes will not change in any era. Ren Feng thought so and replied, "It's the gang of wild vegetables. I tried to pickle them. Some."

Aunt Li nodded, "Your mother and father also gave you the skills to pickle vegetables? Have you never seen your mother do this before?"

"No, my aunt said how to marinate things. I figured out the taste myself." Ren Feng didn't dare to lie too much. Although there are two families, after all, Aunt Li lives next door. Maybe he didn't know but Aunt Li knew.

Aunt Li nodded and said again, "Xiao Lan is really capable, unlike my Dahan who can only do some physical work. He can't learn anything else."

"Mom, are you calling me?" Dahan on the side immediately ran up when he heard his name, and when he saw Ren Feng, he grinned foolishly, his nose moved slightly, and said, "Mom, what's the smell? Is it so delicious? I'm hungry!" Dahan said honestly, clutching his stomach and smelling the salty and sweet smell in Renfeng's jar.

Hearing this, Ren Feng became more confident in his heart, and said with a smile, "I pickled the pickles, brother Dahan, come and taste it too! There is also Xiao Cui."

Naturally, Dahan and Xiaocui were full of praise after tasting it.

"Aunt Li, do you think it can be sold if it is sold?" Ren Feng asked on the way to the market.

Aunt Li looked thoughtfully at the clay pot in Ren Feng's arms, "Look, it's not easy to sell it for a good price from the very beginning, why don't you let the grocery manager try it for free?"

In fact, Ren Feng also thought the same way, but he thought in his heart that he didn't just sell it to wealthy households. In fact, there are a lot of pickled mustard at the foot of the mountain, and it can be stored for a long time after pickling. Ren Feng has a long-term plan.Set the price lower so that ordinary people can buy and eat it. In this case, although the income is small, as long as there is a surplus after covering the cost of salt and sugar, it is enough. After all, no matter whether it is mustard or cherries, there is no cost. .

When we arrived at the market, Aunt Li spread an oilcloth on the ground as usual, and then put the bamboo shoots and fungus on it, while the cherries picked by Xiaocui were put in small bamboo baskets for the sake of appearance.

Speaking of which, this small bamboo basket was woven by Ren Feng, with simple rhombus patterns on it, very delicate and beautiful.The grocery managers of several wealthy households have taken a fancy to this basket, but it is not for sale.

Ren Feng didn't expect this to be sold. Although his father had bought these bamboo products before, he always felt that his skills were limited.After such an experience, he certainly thought about selling bamboo baskets, but it would be too time-consuming. He also listened to Aunt Li's suggestion. When the year ends and the market is closed, he can weave more at home. It can also be sold at a good price next spring.

Ren Feng put out the dark bamboo shoots he had dug. They were very thick, and the roots were cut cleanly, and the yellow and white flesh of the bamboo shoots could be seen.It is a bit better than the ones sold by other stores or even the ones sold by Aunt Li's.

"Xiao Lan, your bamboo shoots are so good." Even Aunt Li couldn't help but praise.

Ren Feng smiled wryly. It wasn't that he was willing to take care of the roots like this. After all, the price would not change if the roots were cut or not.

The main reason is that when he dug dark bamboo shoots, Xiao Huang also followed. That guy fell in love with this activity since he used bamboo shoots to grind its teeth last time.

They will help dig bamboo shoots together, but after digging out, they will bite a few bites, and the sharper teeth will leave holes in the roots of the bamboo shoots.

Speaking of which, Xiao Huang is very clean, and it is absolutely impossible to use his mouth to bite the soil-covered bamboo shoots. After a dark bamboo shoot, Ren Feng praised it, and it carried out the work of digging and biting the bamboo shoots to the end.

Thinking of Xiao Huang, Ren Feng couldn't help but twitched his lips, and went back to get some fish for him to eat in the pond.

Thinking of this, Ren Feng took out a small plate from his bamboo building, washed it very clean, and then wrapped it with a clean white cloth. Get something.

He also took out the pocket knife he was carrying with him, which was bought by Ren Feng at the market two days ago. The price of ten cents really made Ren Feng feel distressed for a long time, but fortunately, it is easy to use and convenient.

He took a piece of mustard from the clay pot and cut it into small pieces on the plate, and then stuck a toothpick on each small piece.Then chopped a few pieces of fungus and sprinkled them on the mustard.

Although the dish is khaki and a little ugly, Ren Feng feels that in this world, he can make such an appearance, which is really the limit.

"Xiao Lan, what are you doing?" Aunt Li looked curiously at Ren Feng holding a plate after finishing her dishes, with bamboo sticks sticking out of the pickled mustard.

"Listen to Aunt Li, give it a try! It's also convenient for them to eat." The most important thing is that the quantity is small so that there is no waste.

Aunt Li nodded when she heard this, and looked at Ren Feng's small eyes with surprise and doubt, "Xiao Lan is so smart!" There was a lot of exclamation in her tone.