After my mother finished cooking, she saw that the father and son who were usually hard to talk together was just talking, so she shouted, "It's almost time to eat. Those who set the table quickly, those who want to take a shower should hurry up, and those who have to burn hot water in the pot."

When the father and son heard this, they quickly acted separately. I went to take a shower, and my son set up tables, bowls and chopsticks.

Because the weather is already cooler in the autumn, I eat supper in the kitchen. However, the kitchen is not very big, only less than ten square meters. After removing the floor area of ​​stove, bowls, pots, etc., it is really small.

However, it was also very warm for the family to squeeze in here to eat, and the warm stove was roasted under the dim light.

My mother made two dishes, one was fried with pork, one was stir-fried bamboo shoots with pepper, one was fried with eggs with leeks, and the other was egg soup...

It seems like three dishes and one soup, but in fact, the meal only cost about twenty yuan.

Eggs are owned by one’s own home, bamboo shoots are own, and leeks are own, so I spent twenty yuan on buying pork.

Liu Qingshan looked at the table of dishes and couldn't help but smile, "Mom, your skills are getting better and better. There are only two dishes, but you have made four dishes. Haha, it's a waste not to be a chef."

As he said that, he picked up bamboo shoots and stuffed them into his mouth and started to eat them.

Winter bamboo shoots are rich in oxalic acid, and they will have a bitter taste if they are cooked directly in the pot. Therefore, mountain people usually use blanching to remove the bitter taste of winter bamboo shoots.

After slice the winter bamboo shoots, put them in the pot and blanch them for about fifteen minutes, then they have to be placed in clean water and soaked. Change the water several times a day, and it takes at least one or two days to completely remove the flavor.

Because I was in a hurry to eat winter bamboo shoots, my mother just used the method of removing the flavor of rice wine.

The so-called method of removing the flavor of rice wine is to slice the bamboo shoots, pour them into the rice wine and soak for five minutes, and then rinse them thoroughly to remove the astringent smell.

Liu Qingshan chewed the tender winter bamboo shoots and couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, I really don't understand the world of rich people. I don't think these bamboo shoots are very delicious. Why do those rich people always say that bamboo shoots are so delicious?"

My mother smiled and said, "Isn't it normal for rich people to like wild vegetables in the mountains. They stay in the tall building all day long, eating vegetables and meat with various potions, and growing fat all over the stomach. If you eat wild vegetables like our mountain a few times occasionally, you will feel very delicious. We are farmers, and we do physical work, and there is no oil and water in our stomachs. These things are all eaten all year round, so of course we don't think they are delicious. If you eat big fish and meat for a month, and you will eat these wild vegetables again, you will think these wild vegetables are very delicious."

"Haha, mom, I didn't expect you to be quite insightful and reasonable."

My mother happily picked up two pieces of large pork from the plate and put it in her son's bowl: "If you don't like eating bamboo shoots, then eat more meat."

Liu Qingshan shook his head and held the bowl to avoid his mother's chopsticks: "Hey, no, no, I don't want to eat pork, give it to my dad."

If you buy pork worth thirty yuan per pound, it will be more than half a pound if you buy it for twenty yuan. Liu Qingshan really can't bear to eat it. Moreover, now that with that divine power in his body, not only will he not be tired of working, but all kinds of shoulder periarthritis and cervical spondylosis in the past seem to have been treated.

So whether or not he eats meat is nothing, but it is very important for his father who also wants to go into the mountains to work.

Seeing that his son avoided it, the mother said, "Green Mountain, you are so lucky to dig bamboo shoots. You must eat more meat."

"Mom, it's not hard. Digging up those hundred kilograms of bamboo shoots is like having fun, it's not hard at all. Give me the meat to my dad."

"Brave, you." The father glanced at his son with a squint, and sneered, "Just like you, digging more than a hundred kilograms of bamboo shoots is like making fun of you? You really treat yourself as a god."

Liu Qingshan hates his father the most and always likes to sing opposite him.

However, before he could fight back, my mother threw the pork from the chopsticks into my father's bowl: "My son said it was just a joke, just a joke. Do you think anyone is as incompetent as you."

"I'm not capable? I'm not capable. Did you cut the firewood in the yard? Or did your son cut it?"

"What's the point of cutting some firewood? My son dug more than 100 kilograms of bamboo shoots a day and sold them all. Even the meat you eat now was bought by my son for money." My mother was very unsatisfied and deliberately picked the fattest piece of pork and threw it into her father's bowl.

My father ate pork in big mouthfuls and said disdainfully: "What's the skill? Isn't it just two or three hundred yuan? If I cut firewood for two days and sold it, I can still get so much money."

My dad’s words are true. The current price of dry firewood is 40 yuan and 100 kilograms. If my dad can cut 300 kilograms a day, it will be more than 100 yuan. In two days, it will be about 300 yuan.

But the problem is that few people collect firewood nowadays. Generally, they only collect firewood if they have funerals or weddings at home, and they have no firewood at home, but they are not short of money.

Or small workshops that use firewood to make bean curd to make soy milk. But with the advancement of technology, fewer and fewer bean curd factories are now using firewood as fuel.

Therefore, things like firewood sometimes cannot be sold for a few years.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan said proudly: "Yes, even if your firewood can be sold, even if your firewood can be sold for fifty yuan, it will only cost about three hundred yuan in two days. However, I will make more than a thousand yuan by digging bamboo shoots for a day and selling bamboo shoots for a day. Why do you compare with me?"

More than one thousand?

The old couple were stunned for a moment.

"How many?" My mother was stunned, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

"Brave it, you." My dad heard it very clearly, but he didn't believe it, thinking that this kid was bragging.

Moreover, this cowhide has been blown to the sky.

"What a brag? I really sold so much money. If you don't believe me, please wait." Liu Qingshan threw down the bowls and chopsticks, took out all the money he earned today from the room and placed it on the table where he was eating.

The table for dinner was made by my father himself from wood. It was not very big. He had three dishes and one soup. With this pile of money, he was instantly filled with it.

Under the dim light, the colorful bills were crowded on the table, like colorful gems, shining with light, illuminating the eyes of parents.

"Haha, why is it so much money?" My mother was so happy that she couldn't stop eating. She put down the bowls and chopsticks, and arranged the banknotes on the table one by one neatly arranged according to large denominations and small denominations. She also counted them while stacking them, "One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, four hundred, four hundred, fifty, five hundred, five hundred twenty..."

In fact, my mother hasn't even finished the second grade of elementary school.

At the end of the count, my mother counted wrongly several times. My father was anxious and snatched the money and counted it again.

Finally, after counting twice, the amount received was the same. My father looked at his turtle son with disbelief: "How could there be so much money? Qingshan, is this really your money to sell bamboo shoots? Don't lie to us."

Liu Qingshan rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, of course it's my money to sell bamboo shoots. I dug more than 100 kilograms of bamboo shoots yesterday. Now winter bamboo shoots can be sold in town for ten yuan per kilogram, and more than 100 kilograms, but isn't it more than 1,000?"

Hearing this, the old couple was so happy.

I really didn't expect that their family would have a time when they earn more than 1,000 yuan in two days. Moreover, this was the one who sold bamboo shoots by his son.

Oh my god, if I dig all the bamboo shoots in the mountains and sell them all, wouldn’t I be making a fortune?

My mother was so happy, but my father was still a little confused: "What you dug back yesterday was only more than 100 kilograms of bamboo shells. Did you sell them together today? Ten yuan per kilogram?"

Liu Qingshan nodded: "Yes, of course I sold it together with bamboo shoot shells."

My mother widened her eyes and asked with surprise: "Even bamboo shoot shells can be sold for ten yuan per pound? Haha, I can't believe this."

"Mom, what can you believe in this? You forgot that these winter bamboo shoots are usually unearthed after the Spring Festival. Although it is easy to dig at that time, more bamboo shoots are dug, and more bamboo shoots are sold, so the price will naturally be much lower. If you dig before the Spring Festival, the price will be much higher. Moreover, there is still a long time before the Spring Festival, so the price is of course high."

After his son's explanation, the old couple finally let go of their doubts.

My mother was very happy, so she quickly grabbed the chopsticks, picked up the plate, and directly picked all the pork in the plate into her son's bowl.

My son has dug so many bamboo shoots and made so much money, so it is worth eating more meat.

But Liu Qingshan shouted, "Mom, stop picking it up. I said I won't eat pork anymore."

As he said that, Liu Qingshan picked up the pork into his father's bowl again, then picked up the plate of fried eggs with leeks and poured most of them into his own bowl: "I like to eat fried eggs with leeks."

Seeing this, my mother said happily: "Okay, I will cook eggs for you every day in the future. Green Mountains, will you still dig bamboo shoots tomorrow?"

"Of course I'll make more than 1,000 in the past two days, which is several times better than working as a coolie on the construction site. I'll go into the mountain early tomorrow and try to dig 200 kilograms, so that I can get two thousand yuan."

Seeing that his son was talking big again, the father ridiculed him and said, "I'm digging two hundred kilograms. You think you are Sun Wukong."

My mother was upset when she saw the old man ridiculing his son so much: "Oh, you only have the ability and you can do it. Why are you so shameless to others?"

"Why can't I stand beside others? I just think young people shouldn't develop the problem of talking big."

"Who is talking big? This is my son. He said that if he can dig two hundred kilograms, he will definitely dig two hundred kilograms."

"Look at you like this, ah, your son is so old, you are still spoiled by him sooner or later you will be spoiled by you."

......

Listening to the quarrels one after another, Liu Qingshan looked dark. He could even argue with him. I really don’t know how they survived the past few decades.
Chapter completed!