When Xiangjin returned home, she first took the vegetables and meat she bought to the kitchen and gave them to her grandma to handle.
Then I washed the ginger and dried it there, then peeled the garlic, and finally checked the peppers.
At this time, the peppers had already drained of water, and some were already wilted in the sun.
After Xiang Jin sterilized several newly bought glass bottles with boiling water, fried some salt, and then started to chop the peppers.
Her grandmother packed up the vegetables and meat and came out, and saw her chopping chili peppers there, and she immediately became very nervous.
"Oh my god, why don't you put a plastic bag on your hand and just chop it right there? You're not afraid that your hand won't be able to handle it later. How spicy do you think this spicy food is?" As she said this, she wanted to come.
He took the knife from Xiang Jin's hand and chopped it into pieces.
Xiang Jin ducked away with a smile, "No, grandma, don't worry, it's okay, look." As she said that, she grabbed a rice spoon from the pot next to her and waved it in front of her.
"I haven't even touched the chili peppers with my hands. I always use a knife and a spoon. For large particles like this, I just scoop them up with a spoon and then chop them finely.
During the whole chopping process, my hands will not touch the peppers, and even when bottling them later, I will only use chopsticks and a small spoon."
Hearing what she said, her worried grandmother felt a little relieved, "That's good, that's good. This spicy food is very spicy. If you accidentally get it on it, your hands will be burning and stinging for a long time."
If it's more serious, it will be very uncomfortable for a whole day."
Xiang Jin said, "I know," in her previous life, she didn't take any safety precautions when she made chili stir-fried pork for the first time. She directly touched the chili peppers with her hands, and even used her hands to scoop out the cut chili flakes.
, it burned her terribly that time, and she could still remember the sour and refreshing taste even after reviving her life.
So from that time on, except for the first time when she was cleaning the whole intact peppers, she would come into direct contact with the peppers. During the other processes of cutting and cleaning, her hands would not touch the peppers.
For example, those chili peppers like Erjingtiao and other hotter ones, she just uses a slotted spoon and chopsticks when they need to remove the seeds.
Her grandmother said, "Yes, yes, it's better to be careful."
Her grandmother saw that she knew the serious connection, so she stopped worrying and went back to the kitchen to make lunch.
Xiang Jin continued to chop the peppers. After chopping the peppers, he chopped the ginger and garlic, then poured the three ingredients together, then added the previously fried salt and crushed rock sugar and mixed well.
Then use a small spoon to put the mixed chili peppers into a glass bottle that has been sterilized and dried with boiling water, and press it tightly with a small spoon. Finally, pour a certain amount of high-quality white wine into it.
, then tighten the cap to seal the bottle.
It took Xiang Jin almost an hour and a half to make the chopped chili peppers. She made five bottles in total.
When the cap of the last bottle was screwed on, her grandmother asked her with a smile, "Is this good?"
Xiang Jin said, "Not yet, the book says it needs to be refrigerated for about a month, but we don't have a refrigerator at home, so we can only put it in a well to refrigerate. I hope it can have the same effect."
It won’t be bad.”
Her grandmother asked, "What will this be used for? Will it be used for cooking like bean paste?"
Xiang Jin said, "Yes, but not only, we can steam the fish head when the time comes.
Grandma, do you know that there is a famous Hunan dish in Hunan called fish head with chopped peppers. The fish head is made with this chopped pepper. It is very delicious. If we succeed in making this chopped pepper, we will also
Eat a whole fish head with chopped pepper."
Her grandmother smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I listen to you, we will also cook Hunan cuisine to eat when the time comes."
Halfway through lunch, the weather suddenly became gloomy again, and at the same time, rumbles of thunder could be heard from time to time in the sky.
Xiang Jin and the others were afraid that it would be like last time, so the family quickly put down their dishes and went to the courtyard to collect food. Even the brothers and nephews from Aunt Liao's natal family came out to help.
After hearing the thunder, Grandma Mo and Grandpa Zeng next door also rushed out of the house and stood on the edge of the courtyard dam and shouted to Jin's mother, Yang Juyun, asking if they needed help.
Yang Juyun thanked her first, and then said no, her family had enough. Grandma Mo and the others saw that there were indeed eight or nine people working at the head of their courtyard, so they refused to come to help.
Han Che was speechless when he saw the golden corn drying all over the courtyard dam over there, "Oh my god, how many kilograms of grain did this have to be?"
Yan Chen glanced at him lightly and said, "It's rare and strange. This is normal in rural areas."
Han Che nodded in agreement and said, "I rarely see people drying grain in this battle. How can I have the chance to see it in the city? Unlike you, you can still come to your grandparents' place every year to have a baby."
After living there for a while, you will naturally become more knowledgeable and accustomed to it.
Sigh, don’t tell me, farmers nowadays are really rich. They only have so much corn. The corn in this dam must be at least a thousand catties, right?”
When Grandpa Zeng heard the conversation between the two, he laughed and said, "More than that, it's at least more than three thousand kilograms."
"Three, more than three thousand kilograms? God, is this too much?" Han Che was surprised and asked, "How can you finish eating this?"
Grandma Mo laughed heartily, "Silly boy, what time of year are we now? Who still eats old corn? These are grown to feed pigs or chickens and ducks, and few people eat them."
"People don't want to eat? But aren't there people in the city who buy the kind of broken corn kernels from the supermarket to cook?" Han Che was surprised again.
Grandma Mo said, "That's in the city, but no one in our rural areas can eat this now. There is no shortage of food in our rural areas."
"Oh," Han Che nodded, and then looked at Xiang Jin and the others at the head of the courtyard who were busy going in and out.
Someone is using a wooden pusher with a long handle to push the grain in the distance to the middle, and then push it into a hill. Then someone is using the broom to push the corn kernels that the wooden pusher has not cleaned.
Sweep in the middle, and some people sweep those like hills
The same corn kernels were packed in small scoops or scoops and poured into empty baskets or plastic bags on the side, while several men on site helped the two of them fill the bags with corn.
Carrying grain baskets or plastic bags to the street eaves.
After everyone worked hard, all the corn kernels that were drying in the courtyard were finally harvested.
Xiang Jin and the others finally felt relieved, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She went to the well to fetch a bucket of water. Everyone was washing their hands when they suddenly heard Mrs. Zhang exclaiming from the direction of Lao Xiang's home, "Old man? Old man, what's wrong with you?"
Everyone stretched their necks to look over there, and then they saw old man Xiang lying on the ground carrying a bamboo basket on his back. The bamboo basket was slanted, and corn was scattered all over the ground behind him.
Then everyone was guessing that people from Lao Xiang's family were trying to collect grain just now, and old Xiang accidentally slipped while carrying the grain and fell straight down.
However, judging from the fact that he didn't get up from the ground for a long time, it was estimated that the fall was not light, and even a bit tragic.
Xiang Jin and her grandmother just gouged out her eyes in that direction and said, "You deserve it. This is a person with a bad heart who has received retribution."
Xiang Nan nodded frequently, "Yeah, yeah, I got my retribution."
Xiang Jin was a little dumbfounded. Why do the two people in this room like to watch people suffer misfortune so much?
But this old Xiang family member is really hard to sympathize with.
Xiang Jin had no intention of seeing their family's joke, so after washing her hands, she directly called Xiang Nan into the house for dinner.
After seeing this, the others felt that there was no need to stand here and watch anymore, and they all entered the room one after another to continue eating.
There was a flurry of work. Everyone thought it was going to rain heavily, but in the end not a drop of rain fell. All the grain was collected, but now it was impossible to take it out to dry.
Then Xiang Jin and the others heard Mrs. Zhang yelling at God over there, "This thief God, it wants to fall but it won't fall. If it doesn't fall, why don't we change the sky? The sky has changed but it won't fall. This is not sincerity."
Does the earth harm people?"
When Xiang Jin's grandmother heard this, she said, "This means that even God doesn't like your family. You deserve the misfortune of your family!"
Of course, she only said this inside the home and did not spread outside.
Aunt Liao saw that the sky was cloudy, but she was afraid that it would rain for sure when, so after chatting with Xiang Jin and her grandmother for a while, she said she was going to break some rice.
Aunt Liao, their Baogu family, also helped break it off, so this time Aunt Liao's Baogu Xiangjin will also help.
After Xiang Jin and her grandmother heard about it, she also said she would help break it off.
So everyone set off directly after closing the door and leaving Xiang Nan at home to look after the house.
Aunt Liao's family doesn't have much land, and she basically grows legume crops such as soybeans and mung beans, so she doesn't grow much corn, only about two or three acres of corn.
So Xiang Jin suggested that you just tear the corn cobs directly on the corn-wrapping pole. You don’t need to break the box back, and you can just dump it on the head of the courtyard or the street eaves to dry.
Aunt Liao agreed, so everyone broke it off together. After a while, their baskets were all full. Aunt Liao told Xiang Jin and her grandmother to break it off in the field, while she was responsible for carrying it home. This would
Faster.
Xiang Jin and her grandmother thought so, so they adopted it.