Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

Chapter 146

Zhao Da'e didn't even know the scientific name for spicy vegetables.

Anyway, they call it spicy vegetable dumplings or salted vegetable dumplings here...

It's usually used for pickling vegetables. After being made into pickles, some are eaten with soybeans, some with soybean paste, and some with celery leaves.

Most of the time, it's simply cut into strips. One strip at a time, then add some vinegar—it's tangy, refreshing, and crunchy. It has a slight spiciness, but not much. You can also chop it very finely and use it in cooking. It can also be used as a sauce when eating noodles or he luo noodles.

The taste is just that—not bad, not great. But the locals love it. Zhao Da'e remembers his most difficult times in his past life, when he would eat pickled mustard greens with cornbread for a very long time. The biggest advantage is that it's cheap. A large spicy mustard green only costs a few cents. Once pickled, it can last for half a month. That's probably why the locals love spicy mustard greens.

It's cheap, filling, and a good side dish, so spicy vegetable dumplings are one of the best things in the countryside.

Zhao Da'e washed the spicy vegetables one by one, and when he encountered any that weren't clean enough, he used a cleaver to chop off the roots and stems of the vegetables.

Zhao Da'e used to make pickled vegetables this way, and Cheng Jinxiang did it the same way. That's how Zhao Da'e learned it.

Zhao Da'e knew there was salt at home, but this spicy vegetable dish required a lot of salt. After washing it clean, he rinsed it again with water.

Then Zhao Da'e scrubbed the old spicy food jar several times. After confirming it was clean and odorless, she threw the spicy food in.

After a while, Zhao Da'e went out and cut a very straight stick, placed it in the middle, and finally added about twenty catties of salt. The salt was wrapped in a burlap sack.

Because it can't be absorbed all at once, it takes a very long time for the salt to dissolve completely.

Then I started stirring it with a stick for a while.

As for why she was stirring, Zhao Da'e wasn't quite sure. Anyway, Cheng Jinxiang did it that way, and she did it too. The only possible purpose of stirring was probably to speed up the salt's reaction.

Zhao Da'e's pickled vegetables are quite different from many others. Hers are purely pickled with chili. They contain a lot of water and a lot of salt.

Finally, use a clean stone to weigh down the floating spicy vegetables, so that all the spicy vegetable chunks are soaking in the salt water, and the task is complete.

Zhao Da'e tidied up the house again.

Just as Zhao Da'e finished, he discovered that Zhou Yuren had gone home.

"Oh dear, Big Goose. How can I let you do this job?" Zhou Yuren said, somewhat surprised. "Where's your second sister?"

Zhou Yuren had originally arranged for Zhou Chunhong to pickle vegetables, but when he arrived at the house, he was surprised to find that Zhou Chunhong was not there, and instead Zhao Da'e was pickling vegetables.

"Hehehe. My second sister is a bit lazy. She doesn't even wash the vegetables properly before trying to pickle them. So I sent her to buy salt."

Zhou Yuren gave an awkward smile: "I just ran into Wu Shanhe's wife, Ni Shi. He said he'll go and tear down that wall tomorrow. Then we'll have a direct path to the backyard. We won't have to go through your old courtyard anymore."

"Oh dear." Zhao Da'e suddenly remembered that he had taken the two bottles of frozen dates and forgot to bring them back. He had forgotten to take them after talking to his father.

"That wall is almost finished, no need to find anyone else to help. I'll do it myself. Finding someone would cost money, including meals. By the way, your dad went..." Zhou Yuren said cautiously, "He's working with great enthusiasm. He's putting in more effort than me."

Zhao Da'e chuckled: "Hehe, that's where he should have been working. Don't pity him. I had things to do, so he should have gone to work properly, but he didn't. Now that he's remembered, there's no need to praise him. It's what he should have done."

Or he does absolutely nothing, spending all his time helping my grandparents. In the end, when all the money is gone, he still complains. What use is a father like that?