"Yes, these grapes are really big and quite delicious! Aunt Zhuhua, try it quickly! I have something else to do, so I'll go back first." Song Xi ignored the attempts of the village chief's family to stay and went straight to
He turned around and left with the empty basket.
When Song Xi came back and saw the courtyard door open, she knew Zhou Yi was back.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw a lot of cattails piled up in the yard, and Zhou Yi was sitting under the eaves weaving mats with cattails.
Cattail mats can be spread on the bed board, which can also make the bed relatively soft.
In the Song family's village, many elderly people used cattail grass to weave mats.
But in Ping'an Village, Song Xi really didn't see cattail grass anywhere, and she didn't know where Zhou Yi harvested it.
Song Xi put down the small basket, went to the kitchen house to get the grapes that had been placed there before, went to the well to wash them, and brought them to Zhou Yi, "Brother Yi, I have already picked the grapes at home, and I will give them away."
, the wine maker left a bunch for each of your brothers, this is all we have left, you can try it too!"
"Ah!" Zhou Yi heard this and opened his mouth directly towards Song Xi.
Song Xi had no choice but to take a grape and put it into his mouth.
Whoever lets his hands work hard on weaving mats, she will forgive him for his bad habit of "opening his mouth after eating".
It's not like this all the time.
"Don't spit the grape seeds randomly. Spit them in one place and I'll keep them for use." Song Xi reminded.
This grape of unknown variety tastes really good.
Song Xi plans to use two methods to cultivate them. One of the most primitive methods is to use grape seeds to germinate, and the other quick method is to use branch cuttings.
She currently only has one grape vine, and even if she cuts off all the vines, she won't be able to cultivate many vines.
The grapes were sour, sweet, and full of fragrance. Zhou Yi spit out the grape seeds on his hand, then placed them on the ground next to him. He looked at Song Xi in disbelief, "Daughter-in-law, can you still make wine?"
"Making wine is very simple, just remove the diseased, shriveled, moldy fruit, green fruit, and rotten fruit, then squeeze the grapes with your hands, remove the fruit stems, add sugar, put them in cans, and wait for fermentation."
"It's just that after fermentation, it's a little complicated. You have to press the peel down frequently. When the time is almost up, you have to filter and separate the wine."
“After the second fermentation, you have to carry out packaging and aging. It’s quite complicated anyway, but as long as every step is done carefully, you will definitely be able to produce delicious wine.”
What Song Xi didn't say was that she added some spiritual spring water to it, so even if it was just well water, the taste would be different, let alone wine.
"I'm not marrying a daughter-in-law, but a fairy!" Zhou Yi couldn't help but sigh.
Just listening to it, his mind felt like a mess, but his wife actually said it was very simple. This was indeed the brain of a scholar.
"Shh!" Song Xi made a silent gesture. It seemed that he couldn't say such words these days, otherwise he would be labeled as feudal and superstitious.
Zhou Yi came over, kissed Song Xi's hand in front of her lips, and nodded with a smile.
Song Xi patted his arm coquettishly, and then the two of them shared a whole bunch of grapes and ate out hundreds of grape seeds.
While Song Xi was picking up the piled grape seeds one by one, she suddenly saw a piece of grass that Zhou Yi had buried underneath, and she quickly took out the piece of grass.
The more Song Xi looked at it, the more she felt that this thing looked very familiar, and then she quickly got up and went back to the room.
After closing the door, I quickly took out the book I had recently read in the supermarket, and after comparing it, I realized that it turned out to be wild rice.
Of course, this is not wild rice. Wild rice is not rice at all, but the seeds of a kind of grass. Its scientific name is wild rice.
In ancient times it was called Diaohu.
Yes, that’s right, it’s Li Bai’s “Kneel down and eat rice with carved wild rice, the moon shines on the plain plate.” It’s Lu You’s “A pillow of apple wind makes you drunk in the afternoon, and two liters of wild rice cooks in the morning.”
This kind of wild rice can be cooked into porridge, but it is very troublesome. It needs to be soaked for a day before cooking.
In modern times, this kind of wild rice comes in two colors, the black one is cultivated artificially, and the gray-brown one grows naturally in the wild.
There is wild rice in Song Xi's supermarket, both kinds. She has always found it troublesome and has never touched this kind of wild rice.
However, in this difficult era, as long as it is edible, it is a good thing.
Song Xi put the book back in the book section of the supermarket, then hurriedly turned around, holding up the grass, and said to Zhou Yi, "Brother Yi, can you help me harvest all the seeds of this grass? No, keep them.
It’s enough if ten trees don’t move.”
"Okay, but what's the trouble between husband and wife? Just let us know if something happens."
Whatever his wife wants, he will get it back for her.
What's more, for him, cutting some weed seeds is a trivial matter, and his wife will definitely have her own use.
"Thank you." Song Xi was very happy and sincerely thanked her.
Seeing Zhou Yi raising his cheeks at her like that, Song Xi cursed in her heart, but she still leaned forward and gave him the cheek kiss he wanted.
What's more, this is her husband, the only relative she has at the moment.
If you don’t kiss when you should kiss, then when should you kiss?
On the evening of the next day, Zhou Yi picked out the wild grass that Song Xi wanted.
The two rice baskets were filled with wild grass.
As soon as Zhou Yi entered the door, he shouted as if he was taking credit, "Daughter-in-law, I picked out the things you asked for, and there are some more. I will pick them out for you tomorrow."
"Thank you, thank you." Song Xi came forward and helped Zhou Yi wipe the sweat on his forehead and cheeks with a clean and fragrant handkerchief.
Zhou Yi stood there, quietly enjoying his wife's care.
Afterwards, Song Xi brought a large dustpan for drying things, took out the wild grass from the basket and spread it on the dustpan.
She planned to dry the wildgrass for two days and then remove the seeds.
The seeds of wild rice are similar to wheat. They have no shell and only the outer skin.
If it has a husk like rice, there is no way to remove the husk without machine processing.
Wild rice is just as simple as rubbing off the outer skin, washing it, drying it and canning it for storage.
After covering the dustpan with wild grass, Zhou Yi moved the dustpan under the eaves. It could not be left outside at night, otherwise it would be covered with dew at night, which would slow down the drying process.
Zhou Yi picked up a total of six baskets of wild grass for Song Xi, and then under Song Xi's guidance, the two of them pulled all the wild grass seeds off the grass.
Song Xi kept ten kilograms, rubbed the remaining skin off, washed and dried it, and after weighing it, it turned out to be one hundred and ninety kilograms.
The yield of wild wild rice is extremely low, and I don’t know how large an area Zhou Yi cut to harvest so much.
However, Song Xi has spiritual spring water, and the output of anything in her hands can be doubled.
The main reason why Song Xi left ten pounds of wild rice seeds was to find a place to plant them so that the wild rice could continue to reproduce.
Otherwise, we will really have to import from abroad in the future.