The Zhu family's yard was also full of joy.

At the dinner table, the men of the Zhu family were talking, and the excitement of the whole day had not passed.

"Hahaha... you didn't see it. I was so stupid when I saw Uncle Lao Qiao. He couldn't believe that our family's millet was so big."

"That's right? Uncle Zhu Jia was holding the millet and couldn't bear to let go."

"This is where we go. As soon as our millet is harvested, someone has already started asking me if we keep it or not, and want to change the crops with our family."

...

Liu, Liu, Li, and Lin also smiled and said a few words from time to time.

A great harvest, but joy.

I can have one or two more baskets of grain this year and one or two more baskets next year. Then I am afraid that there will be no food to eat?

Old Man Zhu completely forgot his bet with Ye Yuran, and was only concerned about happiness: "That's right, is our family an ordinary family? Our family has a little less land, but there are many people. There are many people, so there is more labor. As long as you work hard, you will be better than their family."

He even took all the credit on himself, saying that he was a good leader and worked hard with a group of sons, otherwise how could he have achieved the current harvest?

This year is sweet potatoes and a bumper harvest of rice. We will definitely not go hungry in winter.

Oh, by the way, there is still a wave of winter sweet potatoes that have not been collected yet.

Looking at the joy of the whole room, although Ye Yuran didn't want to pour cold water on them, he had to calm them down: "What do you think? One more basket today, one more basket next year, and one more basket next year, you really think that the land can grow gold, more than one year, and more than one year, and it will double in ten years. A mu of land will support a family? No matter how long that thing grows, it is not a millet, can it grow bigger than an egg?"

Suddenly, the room became quiet.

——Damn it?! Yes, millet is not millet yet. No matter how long it grows, it can be bigger than an egg?

——Wouldn’t this mean that there will be more baskets today and there will be less next year?!

"Mom, then next year...then next year, can you have to accept these?" Zhu Er felt that his dream was shattered.

Ye Yuran said helplessly: "Increasing income can increase income, but there must be a limit to how much you charge. This is like eating. If you don't feel full if you eat a bowl, you don't feel full if you eat two bowls. If you eat ten or hundreds of bowls at a time, you can eat ten or hundreds of bowls at a time? You won't be able to die of a single meal."

"I understand. Mom means that this millet didn't eat enough before, so it was small. Now it's full, and now it's big. But it's full, and it won't grow too big if it's eaten. It's almost like that." Zhu Si said, looking at Zhu San, the tallest in the family.

At the beginning, he wanted to eat more and grow taller, and it would be better than his third brother.

It’s just a pity that no matter how he eats, he is not as tall as his third brother. And his third brother has grown to a certain level and does not grow much higher.

——Hey, no, the food is good this year, and the third brother seems to have grown taller again.

But he also knew that no matter how high he was, it would not be too high, and it was almost the same.

A bunch of people was a little disappointed.

Old Man Zhu, who was disappointed, was a little disappointed. He glared at Ye Yuran: "You old woman, can't you make everyone happy for a while?"

Ye Yuran rolled his eyes: "I'm telling the truth, not lies. Isn't it a lie to lay eggs in the hens at home? They feed them well, lay more, and have a little larger size, but no matter how much they are, they cannot jump over a certain number. No wonder this millet is an exception, it can still become a sperm and grow into eggs?"

"You..." Old Man Zhu choked, "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

Holding the bowl, he started to chew.

Because of the autumn harvest today, after a day of busy work, Ye Yuran asked several daughters-in-law to cook rice, which was solid, each one had a bowl, and then stir-fry a few dishes, mix a sauerkraut vermicelli to make the appetizer.

Sauerkraut is soaked in ceramics. Boil boiled water, pour it into a dried jar, sprinkle a little salt, and then wash the white radish, cabbage and the like picked from the field, dry it, and throw it into it.

On this hot day, you can soak the sour smell in four or five days.

This method of soaking is also the first time for the Zhu family’s daughters-in-law to see this. The vegetables used to be either pickled or dried to make dry goods. Unexpectedly, they can still soak them?!

The sour taste is completely different from marinating. Sprinkle a little salt or a little sweet jam, which makes people want to eat it after eating it, which is particularly tempting.

A can of kimchi is not eaten at all, and it is added to it every few days.

Seeing that this was not a solution, Ye Yuran taught them to use kimchi as a pair, stir-fry with other dishes or cold dishes, and make a variety of tricks. In this way, even if the sour tastes sour, it can still be eaten.

Recently, there is a dish with sauerkraut as a base, which is particularly popular among the Zhu family.

After the vermicelli among the sauerkraut vermicelli was boiled, cut it into finger lengths, one by one, and then mix it with the sauerkraut, and a few clips per person, and soon the bottom was found.

Even Zhu San, Zhu Qi, Dabao and Erbao, who were rarely visited home and had eaten this food, also liked it very much.

"Mom, this sauerkraut is quite delicious. I'll take it to the school to eat, especially the meal." Zhu San said while eating.

"Don't worry, I'll let you keep it for you." Ye Yuran said, "This kind of soaked one will become sour after a long time. I'll let you make two other types. Then you can eat pickled kimchi first, and then eat dried ones after you finish eating..."

"It's okay, mom, I'll take the kimchi jar away when the time comes. Teach me how to do it. After I finish eating, I can also make some ready-made ones." Zhu San didn't feel that such a thing could stump him.

As a man from the Zhu family, how can he not know how to cook?

Don't be very good, but be able to support yourself.

After hearing this, Zhu Si quickly said, "Brother Third, I will help you. I told you that I have learned it. I still helped to clean up the can I eat now. Don't you think I'm making it better?"

"Okay, you can help me with it. Anyway, I just need to eat something."

Zhu Si looked mysterious: "San brother, don't you want to know what my secret recipe is?"

"What am I learning this? It's not a business."

Before Zhu Si could speak, Li laughed from the side: "San brother, you are right. Let me tell you that since we added pickled vegetables to our business, it has been popular for a while. Recently, several families have come to order with me, so I asked the fourth brother to help me clean up several cans. When the third brother leaves, I will ask me to pick them up directly."

"That's good. I can definitely trust Lao Si's skills. No matter how bad the things he makes, it will not be much worse."

Ye Yuran did not expect that a can of pickled cabbage was more popular with his family than sweet potato flour and became a hot item.

But thinking about it, sweet potato flour is not often found, it is food, so you have to eat it every few days. But kimchi is different. It is vegetables in the ground and can be made at any time. Not only is it not afraid of waste, it can also match anything.

I love to eat sweet potato flour, so I’m embarrassed to speak, but I can eat pickles?
Chapter completed!