mtlumby2d Chapter 533: Fishy Duck Eggs
Chapter 533: Fishy Duck Eggs
Before Wu Jiang could reply, she waved her hand and said, "Forget it. Since no one is coming, just use the carriage. I bought some cloth and cotton for you. Each family gets one piece of coarse cloth and one piece of cotton cloth. The rest is yours. The same goes for the cotton. It's already been packed. Go to the backyard, lead the horses out, put them on the carriage, and send these things over. You can divide them up."
"Yes, thank you, sir!" Wu Jiang said with a happy expression, "I will bring them here to kowtow to you later."
Zhou Guo waved his hand, "No need to kowtow. Living in the village, it's not good to make too much noise. Let them find some time to make quilts and thick clothes. From now on, it will get colder day by day."
Wu Jiang said yes.
After they loaded all the things into the car, Wu Jiang led the horse and left.
Zhou Guo washed her face, took out the teapot and brush washer she had bought from the stall, and placed them in front of the old man. "Master, look, I bought this teapot from an antique stall. Do you like it?"
The old man picked it up, looked at it from left to right, and nodded, "It is better looking than the teapots at home, but it is just a teapot without a cup, how can it be used?"
Zhou Guo thought he was too particular. "Why can't I use it? Don't we have two sets of teapots at home? Can't you just replace one of them? Even though they don't match, why do we need to match them? We're not a wealthy family. We only associate with villagers. Having a teapot is a big deal. Why are we so particular?"
The old man asked, "What are you going to do with this replaced teapot?"
Zhou Guo thought for a while and said, "Why not just not change it? I'll use this teapot. I'll take it with me when I go to work in the mountains and fields. It's small anyway, so when I'm thirsty I can just hold the teapot and drink. When I'm free I can hold it in my hands and play with it. I think the color is pretty."
The old man held it in his hand and refused to let go. "For you? What kind of tea is that kid drinking? Since it was bought for me, it is naturally mine. I can use it however I want. You should just take your brush and wash it."
Zhou Guo picked up the three-legged brush washer and took a look at it. Naturally, he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, so he could only ask the old man, "Master, do you think I was cheated out of the twelve strings of cash I spent these two days?"
The old man was speechless. "Do you think a rough guy like me who works as a bodyguard can recognize these antiques? If I had such a good eye, why would I be a bodyguard? I would just go to the antique stalls to pick up bargains. To be honest, I am not as good as you in this aspect."
He looked at the two things again and said, "But don't think too much about it. After all, it's only twelve strings of cash. Even if you get ripped off, the stall owner will only make eleven strings of cash and nine cents from you. Just think of it as giving a few pieces of cloth to a homeless person."
Zhou Guo muttered, "It would be better if they really gave the cloth to people. This stall owner obviously doesn't seem like such a kind and generous person."
He lowered his eyes to look at the brush, and thought it looked better and better. He became happy again, and picked it up and said, "I'll put it on my desk. I just need one."
When I put it on, I really feel that everything fits in and the colors match. Who cares? Money can’t buy what you love, so it’s worth it.
He spread out the paper, ground some ink, picked up a thick pen from the pen holder, dipped the tip of the pen in ink, stood still, and took a deep breath.
The tip of the pen moves across the white paper, and the wrist is suspended in the air, like a swimming dragon.
From a distance, it really looks like that.
Li Muran looked up and felt that her daughter looked more beautiful than ever.
Zhou Xing even lowered the sound of drawing water and laughed softly, "See who dares to say that our Guoguo's handwriting is ugly. This is like the teacher's. I don't dare to look at it."
Everyone in the yard thought so.
Zhou Guo finished writing the word "Zhou" and looked at it for a while.
It’s better to wash the pen. This is her favorite pen on the table.
The old man walked to the window with his hands behind his back and looked out inadvertently.
A pause.
Then he turned around and left silently.
What are you writing?
What a waste of paper and ink!
Zhou Guo was actually quite satisfied with it. Although it was not very beautiful, it was the first large character he had written. It was a smooth transition from beginning to end. At least it was much better looking than the ink ball at the beginning!
After practicing writing, you can have breakfast.
Steamed buns, white porridge, pickles, and a large bowl of boiled eggs in the middle, mixed with a few duck eggs.
There are now seventy or eighty chickens in my house. I pick up about ten eggs every day. On a day when they lay a lot of eggs, I can pick up about twenty eggs.
Together with the dozen or so ducks at home, there are already quite a few eggs.
It's just that duck eggs have a fishy smell. Now that the family is living a better life, no one wants to eat them. Even Zhou Su doesn't mind, but he can only eat one a day. With so many duck eggs, Li always saves up the extra ones and takes them to the market to sell them.
Or they hatch them and take the ducklings to the market to sell.
There have always been a dozen ducks at home.
Because no one likes to eat duck eggs.
It takes three or four months for a duck to grow from an egg to an adult duck. If you don't eat the eggs, it's somewhat uneconomical to raise it just for its meat.
Zhou Guo watched Zhou Su eating the duck egg in his hand in small bites. An idea suddenly occurred to him. He took a duck egg from the basin, looked at it and said, "No one likes eating duck eggs. How about we try another way to eat them?"
The old man drank a mouthful of white porridge and ate a few sour beans. Hearing this, he said with some disdain: "Forget it. Whether it's fried, stewed or steamed, it's not delicious."
Li said, "Yes, no matter how you cook it, you can't get rid of the fishy smell."
Zhou Xing's eyes lit up, "How about making salted duck eggs? I heard that salted duck eggs are delicious."
Everyone's eyes lit up, it sounded good.
Zhou Gu smiled and said, "I ate salted duck eggs a few years ago, but my family stopped making them later."
Li sighed, "In the following years, we couldn't even afford salt for food, so how could we have extra salt to make salted duck eggs? I've never been good at making them."
Zhou Guo thought that salted duck eggs were not bad either. The oily yolk was dense and fragrant, but the egg white was a little salty. However, it was much better than this one with a fishy smell.
If worst comes to worst, she can still make preserved eggs. It just so happens that she doesn't know how to make salted duck eggs, but she knows how to make preserved eggs. She learned the craft from the older generation.
After breakfast, the family went to the mountains.
She also took away half of the remaining duck eggs at home, a total of twenty-two.
She has spent most of the past half month in the mountains. Apart from sleeping, she has no time to stay at home. If she wants to make preserved eggs, she can only do it when she has time in the mountains.
She had to get on with her fungus.
The fungus strains dug from the mountains were planted directly in the prepared land.
It is called a fungus strain, but in fact it is just a part of the soil at the root of the morel, in which some white fungus strains can be vaguely seen.
She didn't know if this would work. Anyway, those planted in the mountains last year didn't grow a single flower. She didn't know if the fungus had gone bad after a year. She just had to wait and see if these would grow next year. If not, she would have to rely on the mother seeds in her hands.