Chapter 329 Cutting millet and eating steamed buns
The leaves of the ring road tree had fallen into the yard. Chen Hong parked the car in the garage and took out a broom from the tool room.
First, I cleaned up the dead leaves and debris in the front and back yards, and found a plastic basket to put all the garbage in.
It took three trips back and forth to clear the garbage in the yard.
After cleaning the yard, Chen Hong opened the door and entered the house.
Chen Hong bought the furniture, appliances and various furnishings in the house without touching them.
Exactly the same as when she came to see the house, Chen Hong turned on the TV and air conditioner and let the appliances run for a while.
If home appliances are not used for a long time, the electronic components inside will be corroded by moisture.
If the house is unoccupied and you come back once in a while, you can't be afraid of wasting electricity. You should use what should be used.
Chen Hong went to the kitchen to clean up, first boiled a pot of space water, and prepared to make tea later.
While the water was boiling, I quickly wiped the furniture and the living room on the first floor.
After roughly cleaning up the first floor, she didn't go up to the second floor at all. The beds in each bedroom were covered, and Chen Hong wasn't ready to move unless she stayed there.
After the water boiled, Chen Hong made a cup of tea and rested for a while, then went to look at the vegetable patch in the backyard.
The spinach, coriander, rapeseed and celery are all growing in the ground. They are green and the seedlings are quite uniform.
This was planted by Chen Honglai last time. It only took six or seven days. After adding space water, it grew quickly and the seedlings became very strong.
Chen Hong first planted the seedlings, then pulled out the water pipe after planting the seedlings, and while watering the vegetable field, she cheated by adding space water to the tap water.
In half an hour, Chen Hong had watered all the vegetable fields. He also used the water hose to water the pomegranate and apple trees in the front yard.
Finally, I watered the grape vines, date trees, and fig trees in the backyard.
With the blessing of space water, the survival of these fruit trees will definitely not be a problem, and they should be able to bear a small amount of fruit next year.
While pouring water, Chen Hong thought to herself that next time she comes, she will buy some bamboo chips and plastic film for a small shed.
Instead of building a greenhouse, we have to build a few small sheds. In winter, we can eat green leafy vegetables in the space, and we still need to rely on the villa vegetable patch for cover!
These fruit trees also need to be wrapped with straw rope to cover up their survival results next year. Chen Hong does not dare to be too careless. There is always a shortage of smart people in this world.
She does what others do, and if she does it well, she won't attract too much attention. She shouldn't be lazy, and she must not be lazy to save trouble.
Chen Hong was calculating the tasks she should do next time she came in, while collecting the water pipes and entering the house.
The door was locked, and Chen Hong entered the space from the blind corner of the living room. He went in and picked up the sickle to cut the grain.
This millet is still the local old variety Qisuihuang that she secretly bought back from the countryside.
The yield of this kind of millet is not very high, and a good farmer can only harvest five to six hundred kilograms per acre in a good year.
Compared with the current new varieties, which can easily yield about [-] kilograms per mu, it is not cost-effective to grow Qishuihuang.
The market price is the same, and people are becoming less and less interested in growing this old variety. Only a handful of farmers grow a little for their own consumption.
But this kind of Qi Sui Huang tastes particularly good. When cooked with millet porridge, it becomes golden, fragrant and nutritious, and the rice oil is thick enough to cover the boiling point at the bottom of the pot.
Unlike today's new varieties, millet porridge is white in color, has a very light rice flavor, and has very little rice oil.
Using this new variety of millet noodles to cook the dough will not only make it white in color and not fragrant, but also easy to dissolve the soup and not sticky at all.
Chen Hong waved the sickle, and the feeling of doing farm work in her childhood came back.
The difference is that now that her body has been transformed by space products, no matter how much farm work she does, her waist is no longer sore, her hands are no longer soft, and she rarely sweats anymore.
Chen Hong first cut two parts of the field of millet. After cutting, she took two skeins of millet and intertwined the ears. She twisted her hands backwards and twisted them twice to form a waist (yao four sounds, a straw rope for tying crops).
Hold handfuls of millet together and tie them into waist-thick pieces.
A total of seventeen grains were harvested from the two points of land, and one grain can yield more than ten kilograms of millet.
It is equivalent to two points of land to harvest [-] kilograms of millet, and one acre of land to harvest eight to nine hundred kilograms of millet.
This yield is comparable to that of new varieties of millet, but this is normal. The land in this space is not comparable to that outside.
This is because Chen Hong’s planting is too thin. If it were a little thicker, the yield of [-] to [-] kilograms per mu would still be no problem.
Put the ears of grain facing up, stand three grains together, and put one on top, forming a group of four grains. Chen Hong dried all the grains in the grain field.
When she gets back, she still has to think about buying a multifunctional thresher to thresh the millet after it has been dried.
Corn, wheat and rice all need to be threshed, so it is still necessary to buy a threshing machine.
Seeing that it was getting late, Chen Hong picked some vegetables and fruits in the space, took a handful of sea vegetables, and picked up some eggs and duck eggs out of the space.
Put them all into a few plastic boxes and go to the garage to load them into the car. I went back to the house and poured out the tea leaves, washed the cups and put them away.
I took the garbage out and threw it away. When I came back, I turned off the household appliances, turned off the electric switch and gas, locked the door, and drove out of the villa.
Go directly to school to pick up your children and take them home. In the evening, Chen Hong steamed a pot of seaweed buns, cooked a pot of rice and mung bean porridge, and made cold seaweed and cucumber.
It’s been a long time since I’ve steamed seaweed buns. Chen Hong used seaweed, added one-third of the Chinese cabbage, and added some scallop meat.
The oil used is lard fat made from fat pork. After the oil is boiled, Chen Hong chops up the lard residue and pours it into the filling basin.
There was a strong aroma of lard oil in the room. Chen Hong added chopped green onion and ginger, five-spice powder, a little pepper and fine salt to the filling.
No cooking wine, oyster sauce, sesame oil, chicken essence or MSG was added. Chen Hong believed that the big buns made this time would be unpalatable with just the half of Dabai and lard residue grown in the space.
Sure enough, Chen Hong steamed the big buns tonight, with thin skin and lots of stuffing. Each one was as big as an adult's fist.
It's fat and juicy, and it's fragrant and fresh when you take a bite. The taste is really bad!
Yu Yang ate three by himself, drank a bowl of rice and mung bean porridge, and ate half a plate of cucumbers, which made him scream out.
"Mom, please don't make seaweed buns in our family anymore. They are so delicious. Why am I full but my eyes tell me I'm still hungry?"
Mom, I’m full, what should I do? I'm so greedy that I can't hold it back! "
Seeing his son slumped on the sofa and not wanting to move, he quickly dropped the dishes he was washing, wiped his hands, turned his back to Yang, opened the refrigerator, and took out a handful of hawthorns from the space.
There was a small casserole of porridge sitting on the stove. I rinsed the hawthorns and threw them into the casserole. I added two bowls of space water to make hawthorn water for my son to drink.
Chen Hong first rubbed Yu Yang's belly to make him feel a little more comfortable. After a while, the hawthorn water was boiled and poured into a bowl.
The two bowls were poured back and forth to cool down, and then they were given to Yu Yang to drink. After drinking the hawthorn water and eating two hawthorns, Yu Yang's stomach finally felt better.
He sat tiredly on the sofa and watched TV, and he did not forget to emphasize to his mother: "Mom, we really can't make seaweed buns anymore in the future.
I really can't control my mouth. The smell of these buns is like the devil. It always tickles my heart and makes me want to eat it all the time. "
Chen Hong was so amused by her son that she laughed to death. Yu Yang's description was so vivid that she could picture it.
It seems that there are still many benefits to reading more and contacting others. Today, Yu Yang has a much larger vocabulary than before.