Song Tan Jishi

In the few times Yu Yan had bought vegetables at the vegetable market, the radishes handed to him were definitely leafless radishes. What's more, the radish leaves are so long, green and old, what is she going to do with them?

So he said decisively: "I only want carrots."

Qiao Qiao nodded: "Okay...actually, boil these leaves and use them to steam buns. They are very delicious."

Yu Yan: ...but although it is green, it is really old! It’s not like she doesn’t have common sense if she doesn’t cook much! This old leaf and old pole can be weighed. It is 20 pounds, which is really not cost-effective.

Only the cameraman hesitated: "How about... keep the leaves?"

Brother Li looked envious as he watched everyone shopping for groceries. At this moment, I was just curious: "Then if you buy it back like this, will your wife scold you for being ignorant of leaves and not being able to live a good life?"

This is so possible!

The wall camera immediately said firmly: "No!"

"Okay!" Qiao Qiao became happy: "Seventh cousin said I'm going to make buns tonight. I don't know how to make pleats yet. With so many radish leaves, I can definitely practice a lot!"

He was so happy that everyone felt a little regretful at first. Could it be that they really missed something?

But after hearing his reason, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay, just treat it as a teaching material. I don't feel bad if the leaves are not wrapped properly."

A few people were busy talking and laughing on the mountain, and the radish and cabbage were weighed. After a while, the bags and baskets were full, and some were piled scatteredly on the tricycle.

Now it was everyone's turn to be dumbfounded.

The bus is full, do they have to walk back again? Pulling carrots is also a laborious job!

…

Qiao Qiao returned to the yard first.

Wu Lan and Aunt Lianhua took advantage of the situation, wearing old cotton-padded jackets and carrying the bench, and sat next to the car. While waiting for Song Tan and Qiao Qiao to drag the basket bag off the car, they stretched out their hands to pull out the radish, and with a quick "click", it was ready. Twist off the radish leaves.

This work has no technical content and is just a matter of convenience. Everyone gathered around and worked hard, and soon they had a tall pile of radishes and an equally bigger pile of green radish leaves.

Ulan skillfully took out the vegetable tape and said, "Pick up the leaves and tie them up."

Qiaoqiao shook her head: "Mom, they don't want radish leaves."

What?

Wulan wondered: "Why not? This is always a bit old, but when you simmer it in boiling water, it's delicious whether it's fried peppers or steamed buns!"

The old radish leaves from other places may not taste good enough, so I wouldn’t eat them. But they really couldn’t bear to throw away theirs.

And according to the feedback from Boss Chang, there are many older customers, and he just likes the old radish leaves, saying that the steamed buns have the taste of the past...

Qiao Qiao shook her head: "The journalist sister said that Ye Zi is too old to eat because it is too heavy on the scale."

"Oh..." Ulan could understand that, and now he was even happier: "If these are all made of buns, I can eat them for a while."

"Come on, Qiao Qiao, pick out the old leaves and yellow leaves of this radish, and your seventh cousin will be able to mix the stuffing later."

Several people were quick in their work and divided their work. Sitting in the yard in the middle of winter, although my bare fingers were a little cold, the atmosphere was warm!

When Yu Yan and his party came down the mountain, they not only packed up two hundred kilograms of radishes, but also put them into bags. Even the pile of radish leaves have been sorted out and are now being washed in the basin.

Seeing them coming back, Ulan dug out a few more plastic bags he had accumulated from the house: "Here they come? I just wanted to ask you if these different varieties are packed in separate plastic bags for you?"

"Separate, separate!" Yu Yan said quickly.

"Okay." Wu Lan was already prepared. At this moment, he chopped off the roots of each huge Chinese cabbage and peeled off the skin layer by layer. Finally, he revealed the clean and compact Chinese cabbage with supermarket quality, and then put it into the bag next to him. put.

This cabbage is so strong that a big plastic bag can only hold one.

What made Yu Yan even more satisfied was that the old leaves of the Chinese cabbage were peeled off before being weighed. Just like the radish over there, even the slightest bit of soil on the radish root was removed, it was neatly packed away.

There are several small bundles of small carrots, packed in red net bags. The obsessive-compulsive disorder is ecstatic after seeing them!

"You guys did it so neatly." Yu Yan couldn't help but admire.

"That's right!" Song Sancheng, who had been silent all this time, became proud of himself: "This big boss of the supply chain comes all the way across the province to pick up food every day, and my family occasionally has to pick up the food at night. It's inevitable that he's a little more skilled."

"Besides, people trust us and pay us a high price. The old radish leaves cost 20 per catty. Why don't we pack them up for them?"

What? !

Several people were stunned for a moment: "20 a pound, are you buying these old radish leaves alone?"

"Yes," Song Sancheng said casually: "The radish costs 40 per catty. The leaves of this vegetable are getting old, so of course the price will be reduced, so just cut them in half."

Yu Yan:......

She and the camera looked at each other, and both felt that they had suffered a big loss. Even though Song Sancheng was talking about the price they paid for it only once, etc., he couldn't stop the fire of regret in his chest.

But there is obviously nothing to regret! If you can’t eat radish leaves, aren’t radishes pretty good? For the same 20 yuan, of course it’s more cost-effective to buy the freshest ones in season!

At this moment, Ulan's cell phone rang. Song Tan helped answer the call and then heard the person on the phone say:

"Auntie, I saw you sent a message saying that you can shoot on the pasture, right?"

Look at the notes again - Yun Yun.

Song Tan raised an eyebrow: "Mom, why are you so close to Yunyun?"

Ulan's expression remained unchanged: "That's when she met me dancing in the square a while ago and said she wanted to take pictures of the grassland for netizens."

She looked like she had nothing to do with it: "I said at the time that it was inconvenient to ferment manure over there. Now that it's winter, doesn't it smell bad? I just happened to catch it, so I asked someone to take care of it. Anyway. There’s nothing you can’t see people with.”

Excuse!

Mother and daughter, how could Song Tan not know what Wu Lan was thinking?

But...well, I'm ashamed to say that she was also curious.

Wu Lan answered the phone and said, "Yes, we can shoot! How are you going to shoot? Come and talk to Auntie."

"Okay, okay!" Who on the other side disagreed.

Not long after, Yunyun walked over from afar with his jingling jewelry, like a walking money tree.

Song Tan looked at the other party expectantly, and only had time to give her mother a warning: "Don't ask more questions than you should, otherwise what if the person you lured deliberately retaliates against them."

Wu Lan rolled her eyes at her: "Can I not know? I planned to ask Yun Yun here, and by the way, I also asked reporter Yu to take a look. The girl she mentioned before who was arrested from Shannan was eighteen years old and had two younger brothers. Does it look like this?"

Update two, good night.