Wang Ying blamed herself very much, but could not apologize.
Yang Lina didn't know how many days Li Jingming took leave, or whether he didn't take leave at all.
In the next few days, Yang Lina's body recovered quickly. In less than three days, the redness and swelling on her cheeks disappeared completely, her body no longer hurt much, and her arms still hurt a little.
In broad daylight, Li Jingming took the time to cut down the cabbages in the field. Half of the good ones were put into the cellar in the backyard, and the other half were kept for people in the village who did not grow cabbages. The remaining bad parts were stacked in the corner of the backyard.
, chopped into pieces and fed to pigs.
Those radishes were growing well, but Li Jingming only kept six or seven to eat, and stored the rest in the cellar.
Yang Lina watched Jing Ming's busy figures coming in and out. She was bored, lying in front of the table, drawing costume design drawings.
She knew the fashion trends of this era, so she made slight adjustments according to the current clothing styles, and drew them vividly on the drawings. She thought that after a few days when her body recovered, she would send them to Su Han.
There were a persimmon tree and a pear tree in the backyard. Yang Lina looked at the red persimmons and remembered the wine persimmons made by her grandmother. She drooled with greed and sent Li Jingming to pick two big baskets.
After picking the persimmons, he sent Li Jingming to buy two bottles of liquor.
Li Jingming looked at the pile of red persimmons and half a basin of white wine, and felt heartbroken.
This silly woman really thinks out loud.
There is a bumper harvest of persimmons every year, but no one likes to eat them.
He remembered that his little wife didn't like to eat persimmons.
"Daughter-in-law, you don't like to eat persimmons, why do you want me to pick so many of them?"
Yang Lina felt a flash of panic in her heart.
Yes, why did she forget this? The original owner didn't like to eat persimmons before.
Yang Lina's eyes rolled, and she said guiltily: "Who said I don't like to eat persimmons anymore? I just don't like to eat soft ones. I like to eat persimmons and wine persimmons."
After Yang Lina finished speaking, she dipped the intact persimmons in the white wine one by one, and then placed them neatly in a large clean water tank. Li Jingming watched for a while and then helped.
All the persimmons were arranged, and a clean plastic bag was put into it to cover it tightly, and then sealed with mud that had been mixed in advance. With a smile of victory on the corner of the mouth, he clapped his hands with satisfaction.
She likes to eat persimmons?
Li Jingming took her words to heart, ignored the obstruction, climbed up the persimmon tree in twos and twos, picked all the persimmons, peeled them all afternoon, and then hung them in the yard to wait for the frost.
Whatever she said, he would take it to heart.
As long as she is happy and gives everything she has, he is also willing.
As autumn flashed by, the memories of the original owner's hunger and cold clamored in Yang Lina's mind, and her extreme sense of insecurity told her that it was time to stock up on food.
Yang Lina saw that there were a lot of radishes in the cellar, so she sent Li Jingming to the county town to buy two large water tanks for pickles, twenty kilograms of mature vinegar, ten kilograms of soy sauce, two large pieces of plastic and some rapeseeds.
Li Jingming was a little confused. Seeing that autumn was about to pass, what was the wife doing to buy vegetable seeds?
Yang Lina was sitting leisurely in the yard, holding a book in one hand, sitting in front of the table, drinking tea and snacks, reading a book, and directing Li Jingming to wash, cut and pickle the radishes.
She remembered that her grandmother liked to pickle radish with vinegar and soy sauce in autumn.
Wash the radishes and cut them into finger-width slices. Pickle them with salt to remove excess water. Boil the vinegar in a pot and boil the soy sauce in a pot. Let them cool naturally and then pour them into the jar and mix well. Add bay leaves and peppercorns.
Star anise, cinnamon, tangerine peel and other spices are added, and finally the pickled radish slices are added, covered, and allowed to soak for more than two months before eating.
The pickled kimchi is red and shiny in color and can be stored for ten years. The longer it is kept, the better it tastes.
When it's time to eat, take out two pieces, slice or shred them and drain them in water, sprinkle with green onion and chili noodles, and splash them with hot oil. The taste is simply perfect.
Li Jingming cut the radish strips, put them in a large basin, sprinkled salt inside and outside, and put them under the eaves to dry. After that, he cooked vinegar and soy sauce, poured them into a vat, let them cool, and sprinkled them with spices.
He did all the work at once, but Yang Lina's hand was injured. She was afraid that after he left, this woman would not take herself too seriously and worked hard.
Li Jingming finally got to know Yang Lina again.
This woman is resolute and does what she says.
Once you start drying, do whatever you want to do day and night to make it perfect.
He also discovered that since she made the change, she likes to read books very much and always interprets the picture of a person reading a book into a vivid and charming picture.
Just like now, she has long hair shawl, her eyes are focused, and a slight smile leaks from the corner of her mouth from time to time. Coupled with her fair skin and calm temperament, Li Jingming's eyes fall.
Also, she has become really fond of cleanliness. No matter how busy or tired she is, her home is always spotless, clean and tidy.
Just like this yard, vegetables are obviously grown, but the rows of maintenance are clearly defined.
Li Jingming completed all the work in sequence according to Yang Lina's arrangement, and then made another cup of tea for Yang Lina, and also made a cup for himself. He sat at the table, supported his chin with one hand, and looked at Yang Lina carefully.
Yang Lina was so absorbed in reading that she didn't feel Li Jingming's fiery gaze at all.
Yang Lina came back to her senses when she suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation on her cheek.
Li Jingming's beard pricked Yang Lina's fair cheeks a little red. Yang Lina smiled gently, raised her head slightly, her eyes were shy, and her eyes fell on the book in her hand again.
"Daughter-in-law, don't just read. Look at me. I've already processed the radishes according to your instructions. I've also cooked the vinegar and soy sauce. What else do you have to do?"
Li Jingming took a sip of tea, then stretched out his hand to gently and lovingly tuck Yang Lina's hair behind her ears.
Yang Lina slowly closed the book and her eyes fell on the vegetables in the yard.
"Let's pull out these vegetables. They won't grow any more anyway. Let's build two plastic greenhouses in the yard and grow some vegetables in them. In winter, we can eat fresh vegetables without spending any money. What do you think?"
This idea came to Yang Lina's mind only when she thought of her grandmother.
Grandma is from this era and has experienced hunger and poverty, so she always tries to find ways to let her family eat fresh and delicious vegetables.
Grandma is a smart person who always comes up with random ideas.
And the same is true for Yang Lina.
Li Jingming suddenly understood, and in the next second he lifted Yang Lina up high by the waist, and tapped her red lips like a dragonfly.
"My daughter-in-law is so smart, why didn't I think of it. My daughter-in-law is the most virtuous and smartest in the entire village."
Yang Lina was used to Li Jingming kissing and hugging her from time to time. Now she laughed playfully, put her arms around Li Jingming's neck, and took the initiative to kiss Li Jingming.