RPAGF Chapter 243 Food
Chapter 243 Food
When Song Chunlin heard them talking about vermicelli, he seemed to remember that he had been back for so long and had not had time to ask about the family business.
Speaking of this, the whole family was grinning, and Grandpa Song even smiled and made a palm gesture to Song Chunlin.
"We made this much money from selling New Year's goods this year!"
Song Chunlin widened his eyes in shock: "Five hundred taels?"
"That's right. You came home late this year, so I only sold the jam I made to Shengji. But we made a lot of vermicelli. Not only from our fields, but also from potatoes and sweet potatoes in our village. I made vermicelli with them. At first, I just wanted to make some extra income for my family. Who would have thought that they would be sold out in a short time after they were put on the stall? Hey, they are more popular than jam."
In fact, the price of vermicelli is lower than that of jam, and it can be eaten as a real food. Compared with jam, it has a significantly longer storage time. Vermicelli, which can be used as a staple food, is naturally more popular. Not to mention that it is a new food in Beijing and is made from sweet potatoes. Everyone has eaten various delicacies made from potatoes and sweet potatoes this year. Now that a potato and sweet potato agricultural and sideline product has come out, shouldn’t you buy some home to let your family taste it?
As a result, some people who have eaten it really fall in love with it. In winter, they soak the vermicelli until it is soft and put it in the hot pot. It is so delicious that you can slurp it up. This thing can also be stored for a long time. There is no need to worry that it will go bad immediately if you buy too much and cannot finish it. People who love to eat it even carry dozens of kilograms of it home. Some people even buy it directly and give it as New Year gifts to relatives and friends, which makes them look good.
Song Chunlin never expected that a small piece of vermicelli could actually earn so much money for his family. Although the five hundred taels that Grandpa Song mentioned did not include the cost of labor and purchasing raw materials, it was already a considerable income for an ordinary farmer's family, equivalent to the family's living expenses for nearly ten years.
Song Chunlin was shocked: "Wow, do we have to expand the workshop next year?"
Song Dazhuang said he didn't need it: "It's fine now. We earn money to provide a good life for our family. Our life is many times better than when we were in the northwest. We are content."
Grandpa Song also nodded approvingly: "Da Zhuang is right, there is no end to making money. The annual output of our land alone is several times more than before. Add to that the output from the workshop, even when Grandpa was the shopkeeper in his life, he has never seen so much silver. This is also thanks to you, Chunlin."
The newly married Chen Yuer and Zhou Ning didn't quite understand this sentence. Lu Ming and Fu Nian's expressions did change a little, but soon, Fu Nian gently held Lu Ming's hand, and the two of them tacitly didn't say anything more.
The New Year's Eve dinner lasted until dusk. Song Amuo and her mother-in-law were busy preparing ingredients for the evening, while Song Dazhuang and Song Dahao began to build the so-called mud kiln under the guidance of Song Chunlin. They planned to cook kiln chicken in the evening.
"Dad, it's not like that. It will collapse if you do this." Song Chunlin stomped his feet. Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the half-built kiln collapsed.
Song Dazhuang looked innocent: "How should I know this thing is so difficult to make..."
Song Dahe twisted his butt and pushed the troublemaker brother aside: "Brother, stop it, I'll do it!"
But the reality was not as expected. Song Dahao was about to finish the pile, but when he was about to seal the last piece of the roof, it collapsed. Now, the two brothers were carried back by Grandpa Song.
"You two are not cut out for this, so stop making trouble."
As soon as the brothers Song Dazhuang and Song Dahao left, Gu Fengyue and Gu Fengyun quickly built up the kiln. Song Chunlin happily hugged Gu Fengyue's arm and jumped up and down, which made the brothers Song Dazhuang's eyes almost spit fire.
"No, why can they stack it well?"
"..."
As the flames rose, the mud block was quickly smoked black. After half an hour, the mud block had been burned red. Seeing that it was ready, Song Chunlin signaled Gu Fengyue to remove the firewood. Song Amo and the others had already wrapped the prepared ingredients in lotus leaves and covered them with a layer of mud. After the firewood was completely removed, Song Chunlin threw the largest mud ball in from above, and instantly collapsed the kiln that had been built with great difficulty.
Song Dazhuang and Song Dahe glared at each other: "Chunlin, what did you do wrong?"
"Yeah, it was so hard to fix it, and now it's ruined?"
"Hey, these foods are covered with mud, how can they be delicious?"
The others had never participated in this activity and were all confused, but Song Chunlin vowed: "This thing is meant to be smashed. Just wait, it will be delicious when it is cooked."
The whole family then sat around the fire, waiting in doubt. On the table next to them was the sour plum soup they had made themselves. They chatted and drank it to help digest their food.
Little Yuanyuan was the first one who couldn't wait any longer. After she fell asleep, Song Qin gently carried her back to the room. The two youngest, Song Chunming and Song Chunxiao, were still struggling to hold on. Li Gensheng was better, but he was also a little listless.
Fortunately, when they were about to fall asleep, Song Chunlin finally said yes, so several people immediately perked up and looked towards the fire. Even the adults looked curious.
As the mud was dug out, a unique aroma emerged. Gu Fengyun sniffed it and found the smell quite novel.
"This is the first time I've eaten something cooked like this. Fortunately, the palace banquet was postponed this year and I didn't go. Otherwise, it would be a pity to miss such a delicacy."
"Then the Marquis will have to eat more later. Chunlin, come and give the Marquis a big chicken leg!" Grandpa Song shouted over there, and Song Chunlin responded happily.
Gu Fengyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Grandpa Song, please don't joke with me. The dinner I just ate is still in my throat. If I eat another chicken drumstick, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."
Although he said so, when the fragrant chicken leg was handed to him, Gu Fengyun couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Looking at the Song family members around him, everyone was eating with gusto, and the children were eating with their mouths full of oil. He thought, just be full, who cares about whether you can sleep or not when there is delicious food in front of you? Besides, there is also sour plum soup. I don't know how the Song family made this sour plum soup, but the effect is quite good.
Song Chunlin took out a lot of ingredients from the space. They were all roasted and enough for everyone to fill their stomachs. It didn't matter if they couldn't finish them. After everyone left, Song Chunlin put the remaining untouched ones into the space. They were still warm and could be eaten directly when they were hungry.