Chapter 2677: It's All Yours

andson is, the leader of the fourth house, and he deserves a lucky money!"Tan laughed coldly.Don't talk about whether or not to have a handle until after you are born, it's not too late to add one the...All her resistance melted into gentle compliance.

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"Fool, I belong to you, Qing'er belongs to you, body and heart, all yours!"

Her soft arms reached out and wrapped around his shoulders, and he pulled her close. In a single roll, he pressed down on her again.

The curtain fell, garments were tossed out one by one, and the large embroidered bed began to sway violently again, whispering tales of the lovers' passionate embrace...

After Luofeng Tang returned, life seemed to return to normal. In this calm, the year welcomed its final wave of farm work.

Under the starry night, picking cotton and gathering various farm produce.

In the vegetable garden, an assortment of vegetables and fruits that were too much to eat and were about to fade with the changing season, were gathered up by the women.

Catch what needs to be caught, pickle what needs to be pickled, and sun-dry what needs to be dried.

Over the next few months, these dishes will be staple meals for people in Zhuang households.

Yang Ruqing was also busy with Wang Cuilian and Sun Shi, making pickled vegetables together. After coming to this world, she taught them many things and learned a lot from them as well.

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Look, there are rows and rows of jars in the backyard filled with pickled vegetables. Many of them were made by her own hands.

That's interesting.

"Qinger, come here and lend a hand." Sun Shi was calling from over there.

Yang Ruqing turned her head and saw Mrs. Sun carrying a basket, which was full of large duck eggs.

Yang Ruqing hurried over to help Mrs. Sun carry the basket, which had been deformed by the weight of the duck eggs.

Sun said, "Fifty duck eggs, all pickled. The baby likes to eat salted duck egg porridge."

"Alright, I'll take care of the pickling. You wash your hands and have a seat for a bit." Yang Ruqing said.

Turning around, he brought a large can over and poured in clean well water. Then he put salt into it.

In this era, salt isn't like it is today, where you can buy a pack for one dollar.

The salt of this era is unifiedly developed and sold by the government.

Selling private salt, that's punishable by death.

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Therefore, salt is more expensive, and ordinary people usually eat it sparingly. When she first arrived here, the dishes she ate basically had no taste at all.

The cabbage leaves are mostly boiled in water with a little salt, that's all. I don't even dare to use much oil.

Even now, only Yang Ruqing and a few well-off households in the village pickle on this large scale.

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In other households, most people are busy with gathering vegetables and drying them for storage.

So in ancient times, people should not fall into a misconception that only poor families ate pickled vegetables.

Only the wealthy can truly afford to eat salted vegetables lavishly.

Curing salted duck eggs is simple, just put fresh duck eggs in clean salt water, then seal it up, and wait about forty days or so, that's about it.

This method was taught by the Sun family, and the Sun family's pickled salted duck eggs are very delicious.

When peeled, the yolk of a duck egg flows out red oil, while the white is also just right in terms of saltiness.

When eating congee, slice the cooked salted duck egg in half with its shell, and serve it with cucumber strips and sweet fermented tofu as a side dish. It's incredibly delicious!

Not only do Luo Baobei and Dazhi love to eat, but Yang Ruqing herself enjoys it very much.

Here, Mrs. Sun did not sit down but stood aside watching Yang Ruohua pickle salted duck eggs. A contented smile graced the woman's face.

"My daughter, Qing'er, is truly capable. She excels in both home and outside affairs." Sun shi said sincerely.

Yang Ruqing, while carefully placing duck eggs into a large jar, smiled at Sun Shi upon hearing her words.

“She’s twenty years old, and the child is five. She should learn to do these things at least.” she said.

Just because both sides of the family have elders who are still alive, it doesn't mean you should rely on them for everything.

Pickling vegetables, griddle cakes, tailoring clothes, and putting on shoes...

When it comes to cooking, Yang Ruqing admits that she learns quickly. However, when it comes to needlework and other handicrafts, she finds herself a bit less skilled.

But she never stopped, never gave up.

Because elders will one day grow old and leave. It's impossible for them to help you pickle vegetables your whole life, make pancakes your whole life, or mend shoes your whole life.

You will eventually grow up, like those birds, and you will have to pass on these skills to your children.

Humans are like this, passing the baton from generation to generation, ruling over this land and propagating.

As they were chatting casually with the Sun family, all the eggs had been collected.

The other bean sprouts, cucumber strips, scallions, and so on, are all pickled as well.

Looking at the neatly arranged rows of cans, Yang Ruqing clapped her hands, a sense of fulfillment filling her heart.

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This kind of happiness and sense of fulfillment is no less than getting a pile of white money. Because this is something I made with my own hands, experiencing the process itself is so satisfying!

"Qinger, tomorrow your grandmother is coming to stay with us. Your father and I discussed it, he wants to kill the duck in the backyard tomorrow so we can have something nice for your grandmother." Mrs. Sun told Yang Ruqing again.

Yang Ruqing was taken aback, calculating the dates. It was indeed the turn of the third house to support their elderly parents.

Here, Mrs. Sun continued, "Tomorrow, you and Tang's son remember to bring the children over for lunch."

Because Luò Fēng Tǎng had returned, and it happened to coincide with the busy farming season, in these past few days, both Luò Tiějiàng and Wáng Cuìlián were also eating at Yáng Ruòqíng's place.

At night when they were having dinner, Luo Tiejiang sighed from time to time, looking troubled.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other, Yang Ruoqing then asked Lu Tiejiang: "Uncle, what's wrong with you Is it that the food doesn't suit your taste"

The blacksmith quickly waved his hand. “No, no, I can eat anything, even just congee and vegetables. I don't pick and choose, besides, our family's food isn't much to choose from anyway, it's pretty good!”

Yang Ruqing glanced at the dishes on the table in front of her.

Although it was night, since I had been doing strenuous work all day, I definitely had to cook dinner. Congee wasn't filling enough.

A large basin of white rice, spicy dry-fried pork with chili peppers, braised pork knuckle, shrimp scrambled eggs, eggplant stir-fried with kidney beans, and a bowl of leeks stewed in soy sauce.

This dish is really excellent, it's even better than the New Year's Eve dinner at an ordinary household in the village.

"Uncle, what's the matter I can tell something is bothering you." Luo Fengtang also spoke up.

The blacksmith shook his head, saying nothing.

Wang Cuilian was anxious and said to Luo Tiejiang, “Just tell me what’s on your mind. Don’t you see the children are worried”

Then, the blacksmith Luo put down his chopsticks and looked at Yang Ruqing and Luo Fengtang.

“I went to gather medicine this week, and bought a prescription from Uncle Fu.”

"I asked him what was wrong, but he stammered and wouldn't say. After I pressed him, he finally told me his mother had broken her leg," said Luó Tiéjiàng.

Zhou Wang and Xiao Huan are now helping Yang Ruqing.

Zhou Wang followed the medicinal herb-gathering team up the mountain to gather herbs, and he was able to do so until late September of the lunar calendar.

While Xiaohuan worked with Pinger making embroidered pieces for the inn, the two of them had a good year and life was comfortable.

"My aunt broke her leg" Luofengtang also put down his chopsticks.

"What's the situation How did you fall" he asked again.so eat and rest early."Yang Ruqing nodded, then leaned down and patted Luo Bao's head.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!"Go to sleep with grandma and be good. Listen to...