Chapter 25： 25

Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Step up to make pickles

Li Yu and Zhao Di walked towards the kitchen with the bamboo plaque, and said to Li Mei who was choosing vegetables: "Auntie, I have to order a batch of small jars. I think it's best to make a mark on the jars so that people can make them. Knowing that pickles belong to our family."

Li Mei looked at Li Yu puzzled, "Mark? What kind of mark?"

"It's like Jishitang that collects our wolfberry. The three characters Jishitang are the symbol of his house. I think we will name it." Li Yu turned around, "It's called Liji Pickles."

Li Mei shook her head after hearing this, "That's not possible, there are so many people surnamed Li in the world, I think I'll take the names of you and Ah Qing and call them Qingyu Pickles!"

"Qingyu pickles," Li Yu read it over, and felt that it was smooth, "Alright, it's better to ask someone to help you write it, and then draw two peppers and give it to the clay pottery workshop."

Li Mei thought for a while, "I still need to paint, or I'll ask Ah Qing's husband, Zhou Xiucai?"

"Okay, if he doesn't agree with you when you come back, we'll find a way. You and your uncle will go with the ox cart and pick up some food at Dongshan Village."

Li Yu thought to himself: If Mr. Zhou Zhou disagrees, he will be the only one who will do this dog-crawling pose.

Li Mei called Liu Changmin, who was building the bullpen, and the two drove the bullock cart towards the Dongshan Village School.

Li Mei arrived at the academy and saw a very happy-looking half-eldest boy standing at the entrance of the academy. She stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Little brother, has Mr. Zhou finished class?"

Jixiang smiled and looked at Li Mei, "My young master hasn't finished class yet, sister-in-law, are you okay?"

Li Mei hesitated, "I want to ask Mr. Zhou to help me write a few words and draw two peppers by the way."

"Draw two peppers," Jixiang thought with wide eyes: what does this mean?

"Sister-in-law, what do you mean? I didn't understand."

"My niece made pickles to sell. She called it Qingyu Pickles. I would like to ask my husband to help you write it and draw two peppers. I'll take it and let the jar burner burn it on the jar."

Jixiang understood now, "Oh! Just write a font size, you wait for me to ask you."

"Okay, thank you little brother."

After a while, Jixiang came out and waved at Li Mei, "Sister-in-law, come in! The young master agreed."

Jixiang took Li Mei to the classroom and pointed to the inside, "My young master is inside, you go!"

Li Mei saw that the children were all out of class, and there were only a few children in the classroom. She walked in and saluted Zhou Jia, "Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry to bother you."

Zhou Jia nodded mildly, "I want to write a font size called Qingyu, I don't know what the two characters Qingyu is going to be written by my sister-in-law?"

"Qing is Li Qing's Qing, and Yu is Li Yu's Yu. This font is named after A Qing and Yu'er."

Zhou Jia was a little embarrassed after hearing this, and thought: This sister-in-law is illiterate, I know who Li Qing is, how do I know who Li Yu's Yu is?

At this time, Li Qing walked in from outside and saw Li Mei and said in surprise, "Aunt, why are you here?"

Li Mei quickly pulled Li Qing over, "Aqing, tell your husband which Yu your sister's Yu is."

Li Qing was confused by Li Mei, so he went up to Zhou Jia and said, "Sir, I know how my sister's Yu character is written."

"Write it down and I'll take a look." Zhou Jia asked Li Qing to write it and read it, and helped to write down the font size of Qingyu Pickles and drew two peppers next to it.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou." After Li Mei saluted Zhou Jia again and again, she walked out of the classroom with Li Qing.

Li Qing only understood after asking. After the aunt and nephew made an appointment to go home together, Li Mei went to the clay pottery workshop.

Li Yu asked Zhao Di to cut cowpeas into pieces as long as a little finger, just like himself.

Li Yu cut a pot and sprinkled salt on the cowpeas and rubbed the cowpeas vigorously. After the cowpeas tasted good, poured them into the sauce pot and continued to marinate the next pot.

It wasn't until Li Mei, his wife and Li Qing returned home that Li Yu and Zhao Di were half-pickled.

Li Mei took out a piece of paper and handed it to Li Yu, looking at the words written on it with admiration, "Mr. Zhou is the learned person, look how well written this word is, and the peppers are painted like real. "

Li Yu took a look. Although he didn't understand it, the word seemed to be well written, "Well, I'll give him two jars of pickles in the future."

Li Qing saw that Li Yu was satisfied and his face was bright. He smiled and said to Li Yu: "Sister, I gave the pickles to Mr. Mr. Thank you."

Li Mei brought the rice to the table, "Okay, let's eat first, we're still busy!"

After dinner, everyone started to act separately. Li Mei and his wife went out to collect the dishes and came to help them choose the dishes. Everyone was busy with division of labor and cooperation.

Li Yu and Zhao Di were busy until it was almost dark before they marinated the pickles and peppers separately and put them in the sauce jar.

Li Mei and Liu Changmin packed a cart full of peppers, cowpeas, kohlrabi, and some spring onions, **** and garlic, and they all rushed to work overnight to choose them all.

The next day, Li Mei and his wife continued to go out to collect vegetables. Li Yu fry the ginger, garlic and shallots in a boil, fish them out, and then pour the peppers into the frying pan.

After the peppers are fried and cooled, scoop the oil into the sauce tank, add peanuts, sesame, aniseed, sugar and white wine into the pickle tank and mix well, seal the sauce tank with oil cloth, and move it into the empty wing Inside, wait for the jars to arrive and then repack them. Li Yu counted the batch and made more than a dozen jars.

Li Yu looked at the butternut squash covered with pumpkin leaves, and found that a layer of white fluff had grown, and it seemed that fermentation had begun. Li Yu covered the pumpkin leaves and returned to the kitchen to continue working.

A few people worked hard, until the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Yu and Li Mei's family had already made 70 or 80 jars of cowpea pickles and 40 or 50 jars of kohlrabi.

Li Yu looked at the sauce jars full of sauce in the main room and in the wing room, and sighed with satisfaction. If all these pickles were sold out, there would be more than a hundred taels of silver. After the millet was harvested, he could buy some grain and store it.

On the day of Zhongyuan Festival, Li Mei's family returned to Dongshan Village, and Li Yu and Li Qing performed sacrifices at home.

In the afternoon, Li Yu cooked some wine and dishes, burned paper money with Li Qing, and worshipped the ancestors of the Li family and the Li family.

Li Yu secretly said to the original owner in his heart, "Don't worry, Li Yu! Ah Qing, I will treat him as a younger brother. I hope you can reincarnate in the society of my previous life and be a free and happy woman."

Li Yu checked the front and back yard gates after offering sacrifices to the sisters and younger brothers and washed up. Just as he was about to take a break, he heard Li Mei's call from outside the lower yard gate.

Li Yu hurriedly ran to open the courtyard door and saw Li Mei's family standing at the door dejectedly.

Lai Di complained bitterly when she saw Li Yu, "Cousin, do you have any food? I'm starving to death and we didn't even eat dinner all night."

Li Mei patted her, "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, don't die? Die?"

Li Yu smiled and pulled Laidi into the room, "Aunt, come in and have meals."

Li Qing also quickly dragged Li Mei into the house, Zhao Di followed Li Yu to the stove, and Zhao Di said angrily: "My grandma and two uncles didn't even cook for us, and the two aunties are still there. It's yin and yang weird."

Li Yu persuaded: "Don't bother with them, it's not worth it if you are so angry with yourself."

After the Li Mei family had eaten, the Li Yu siblings took a rest again.