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Chapter 446 Su Zizhong practices martial arts

She got up early the next morning at dawn. Today she had to cut radish shreds and strips, and there was pickle paste waiting to be boiled. Time was a little tight, so she didn't dare to sleep more.

As soon as the door opened, a gust of cold wind blew in, and Su Ziling shivered.

After winter, although it is still very hot during the day, the temperature in the morning and evening has become very low, and it has reached the point where the air turns into fog.

She rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as the door opened, she saw the fire burning in the fire pit, and Su's mother was lighting the fire in the stove. When she heard the door open, she turned her head and glanced.

"Why are you up so early? It's so cold. Go back and sleep a little longer. I'll make breakfast today."

Su Ziling breathed into her hands and sat by the fire pit to warm herself up. "I'm not going to sleep anymore. I can't sleep anyway, but Auntie, why did you get up so early?"

"It's getting cold, so I'm thinking of lighting a fire. When you get up, you can have hot water for washing." Mother Su said, pointing to the hot water kettle. "There is hot water in the kettle. Pour in the hot water to wash your face. This winter, the well The water froze my hands.”

"Hey, I got it." Su Ziling warmed her hands by the fire and went out with a kettle to wash her face.

Seeing Su's mother cooking, Su Ziling took a dustpan, a cutting board and a kitchen knife that were not stained with oil and walked to the fire pit to cut shredded radish.

The stool was too short to cut, so she dragged the table over, and a rhythmic "ta-da-da" sound sounded in the kitchen.

As soon as the rice came out of the pot, Mother Su washed her hands and said to her, "You cook, I'll cut it."

Even if I sit by the fire pit when cutting radishes in the morning, my hands will still be extremely cold. I'm afraid my hands will be numb by the time I finish cutting the pile of radishes.

"No, your hands are oily. I'll cut them. If your hands are oily, I'll put them on the diced radish and put them in a while."

After hearing her words, Su's mother had to give up the idea of ​​coming over to cut carrots.

Mother and daughter, one cooks, one cuts radish shreds, one works on the stove, and the other sits by the fire pit.

Apart from the mother and daughter's whispers, there was Su Ziling's rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables.

Not long after, other people in the family got up one after another. Mr. Su and his father took sickles and skewers and went out to cut the old grass. Now they can cut more and store it. They don’t have to worry about running out of cattle during the Chinese New Year or when it rains. Eating grass.

Su Zizhong was preparing things that he would use when he went out to the stall later, while Su A'nai was sitting by the fire pit mending clothes.

The needle was a bit astringent, so she took out the beeswax and rubbed it on the needle. "Aren't you going to pour out the water for soaking the pickles? The smell is a bit strong, and it's all over the yard."

"Oh, yes! Grandma, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten about it." Su Ziling stood up with a sudden sound.

Su A'nai and Su's mother both looked at her.

"I said I had nothing to do, and I felt empty. I forgot to boil the pickle paste. Now that I boil it, it won't be thick until the afternoon. By then, the pickles will be almost dry, so I can put it down right now. Let’s cook together.”

After hearing what she said, Grandma Su laughed angrily and scolded: "You girl, why are you so surprised? I thought something happened."

Su Ziling chuckled twice and put down the kitchen knife, "I'll light the fire first, and I'll cut it later."

Grandma Su waved her hand and said, "Go ahead, go ahead. You can cut the grass during the day. It won't be so cold when the sun is out. Your grandpa said that your mother doesn't have to go to the fields today. She can cut grass with you at home. I guess the two of you won't be so busy."

"Hey, that's just right. I'm worried that I won't be able to finish my work." Su Ziling lit a fire in the yard. The pot was a small pot from the kitchen. The stove was ready-made or built two months ago when tea leaves were fried. Thinking that tea would be fried again in two or three months, I didn't dismantle it.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, there are more and more things to do. She has to prepare New Year's goods, clean up, and be busy with the workshop. She seems to have done nothing, but at the end of the day, Su Ziling is also so busy that she feels dizzy.

"Grandma, what do you think if I leave the workshop to Uncle Yonghe to take care of? I don't have to take care of everything anymore. I think Uncle Yonghe is doing a good job. It will save me some trouble if I leave it to him. Then I can take a look every day if I want to, and don’t go if I don’t have time.”

"I only need to check the account books once a month, so I can save a lot of effort."

Su A'nai's voice was as soft and kind as ever, "You can make your own decisions on these matters. I don't know how your Uncle Yonghe is doing, but I know his character. This kid is honest, hard-working, and has no scheming."

"We don't understand these things, so we can't help you. At most, we have the strength. You have to make the decision in this business matter. If you are too busy, you can just ask them to help. After all, we are all members of our family. , Don’t worry, but you can’t lose money.”

Su A'nai's voice was soft and soft. Su Ziling felt warm in her heart and couldn't help but raise her lips, "Don't worry, A'nai, I won't treat them badly. I'll find time to talk to Uncle Yonghe." Tell him to take care of him when the time comes. I think he will be able to get started soon. The salary will definitely be raised by then, and so will Yunhe. The two of them will pay it together. "

Su Yong'an is responsible for managing the restaurants in the county town, Ji Yunhe is in charge of several stalls in the mountain col, and the ones at home are left to Su Yonghe, perfect!

In this way, she will be much more relaxed. Then she will only be responsible for checking the account books every month.

The fire was lit, the pot was cleaned, and the pickled cabbage soup in the vat was poured directly into the pot. Su Ziling tried to move it, but did not pick it up.

"Brother, help me lift it."

She shouted, and Su Zizhong came over with Twenty. Seeing her rolling up her sleeves and hugging the edge of the tank, Su Zizhong picked up her collar and lifted her halfway.

"Go on your way."

Su Ziling dodged back and forth twice before standing still. She blinked and blinked her eyes. She didn't even react, and she didn't know what was going on, so she stood back.

"I'll lift it with you, this tank is too heavy."

Su Zizhong didn't look back, and gave her the back of his head, "It's in the way."

Su Ziling: "..."

She curled her lips, okay, she was disgusted by him again.

Seeing the two men picking up the big vat steadily, "Where to put it?" Su Zizhong asked.

"Oh, pour the pickled cabbage soup into the pot, don't spill it!" Although this stuff doesn't smell very good now, and it may not be good if you keep it for a while, but this is the essence of making dry pickled vegetables.

As the pickled cabbage soup was poured into the pot, the sour smell became stronger and filled the whole yard. Su Zizhong frowned, "What... is this used for?"

"Eat."

Su Ziling sniffed it gently, she was very satisfied, this taste was more authentic.

"eat!!"

Twenty was surprised.

Su Zizhong did the same, his pupils vibrated several times visibly.

"Yes!" Su Ziling nodded, her tone light and airy.

"Is this still edible? Wasn't it used to feed pigs? It smells bad..."

The more Twenty asked, the lower his voice became. In the end, looking at Su Ziling's eyes, he was a little afraid to speak.