Apocalyptic Tundra Age

Hot water pots, cold water buckets, and a wooden shelf for drying vegetables are all lined up.

Cheng Yuming put on rubber gloves and put the cabbage in one by one like dumplings. The fat roots of the cabbage were placed in direct contact with the boiling water. After about [-] seconds, he pressed down the whole cabbage and took a hot bath.

After taking a hot bath, the cabbage would become dirty immediately. Cheng Yuming put them into the iron bucket of cold boiled water that he had prepared, and Xu Zhonglei took over the cleaning work below.

This is a meticulous job, breaking apart each piece of cabbage to clean the dust and dirt inside, so as to avoid something from collapsing in the teeth when eating sauerkraut.

After Xu Zhonglei washed one cabbage, he put it in another iron bucket of cold boiled water and rinsed it once before placing the cabbage on a wooden shelf to control the water.

At this time, the cabbage was no longer the sweet, crunchy and juicy appearance it was more than a minute ago, it was a little smaller, and the leaves were lying softly, dripping with drops of water.

The fire in the stove was not extinguished, and the boiling water in the iron pot was boiling. Cheng Yuming mechanically carried and blanched the water, and then took a deep breath and put the hot cabbage aside, sweating profusely from the steam.

The weather is very cold today, but Xu Zhonglei still took off the hat on his head, humming a song while washing the dishes, letting himself go...

"Brother, I have traveled to Lijiang Town, and the DJ player in the bar is exactly the same as you now, with a bald head, singing while singing, he has beards all over his face, but that bald head is very dynamic..."

After watching it for a long time, Cheng Yuming couldn't help sharing his own travel experience with Xu Zhonglei, and added:

"I remember that the light in that bar was very dark, but there was always a beam of light on the head of the disc player. With a bald head, I stayed in that bar all night, it was too magical..."

Xu Zhonglei slowly stopped his shaking head, raised his eyes to look at Cheng Yuming, and said flatly:

"Xiao Cheng, you should cut your hair too."

Cheng Yuming could hear the chill on his head, and felt that the things on top of his head were going to go west at any moment.Especially these words are really like what Pan Jinlian said:

"Dalang, it's time to drink the medicine."

I can't think about it, I can't control it when I think about it... Then who is the damn Ximen Qing?

The lunch of the two of them was so-so, but the cabbage smelled so much that they didn't have any appetite at all. They just wanted to use the most nimble hands and feet and the fastest speed to get rid of the hundred cabbages.

Cheng Yuming can blanch four or five cabbages at a time, so after a while, all the Chinese cabbage was boiled on the stove and on the wooden boards. Cheng Yuming helped to clean them. The two of them worked for more than three hours. The hundred cabbages were processed. The Chinese cabbage is neatly placed aside to control the water.

Xu Zhonglei yawned and stretched a huge waist, wishing to straighten his spine and shoulders that had been tortured by repetitive labor in a lazy waist. His fingers were white with blisters, and it looked terrible.

Fortunately, the sauerkraut is only pickled this time, otherwise Xu Zhonglei would really be tortured mad by this boring repetitive work.

As the sky darkened, the cabbages were still dripping, Cheng Yuming went into the kitchen inside the house, and made a random fried rice with seaweed soup.

There was still something to do after dinner, and the remaining [-] Chinese cabbages were still lying on the ground outside, and they had to be quickly put into the cellar. The two of them were like moving ants, one after another, round after round. One round, long repetitive labor!

As night fell, a headlight was turned on in the boiler room at the back door. Two large vats with a height of 1.4 meters and a diameter of [-] centimeters had been cleaned and put in place. Chef combines them.

Cheng Yuming calmed down, washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, twisted and relaxed his body, wiped his sweat with a towel, and washed his hands again.

"Your posture doesn't look like you're going to pickle sauerkraut, but it's like you're going out to fight boxing...fancy things..."

"Brother, if you want to do good work, you should take care of it!"

A bag of snow-white table salt was poured directly into a large clean basin. Cheng Yuming randomly grabbed a handful and put it on the bottom of the tank, and then spread it one by one at the bottom. Not a single vacancy, this is the first floor.

After laying out one layer, Cheng Yuming grabbed another handful of salt and sprinkled it evenly on the first layer of cabbage, then stuffed the second layer of cabbage...

The cabbage in one layer should be closely connected, and a layer of salt should be sprinkled before the two layers of cabbage, which is extremely simple.

Northeast pickled sauerkraut is simply the gospel of the handicapped party.

"I think I will..."

Xu Zhonglei watched Cheng Yuming pickle it twice, and his confidence returned.

Pickling sauerkraut itself is not difficult or time-consuming, the trouble is that the previous preparation work is too tedious.Just like Chinese food, stir-frying is very simple, and the preparation work and clean-up work are very exhausting.

Cheng Yuming quickly filled the tank, and it took only half an hour. Xu Zhonglei helped open a bag of salt, and Cheng Yuming started to fill another big tank.

"How do I feel, there are more than one hundred cabbages..."

It has already filled a crock, but the cabbage is still not much less.

"Then I'll pack it tighter."

The two large vats were filled to the brim with cabbage, and there were still a dozen Chinese cabbages left on the wooden shelf.

Cheng Yuming explained: "The cabbage will be dehydrated in a while, just stuff these in. I have plans for all of these. Brother, don't look at me with such suspicious eyes...Really, I'm sure..."

Such a sincere explanation still made Xu Zhonglei withdraw his suspicious eyes from looking at Cheng Yuming and those cabbages.

For Cheng Yuming, the extra cabbage is a trivial matter, the most important thing is that the soul of pickled cabbage must not be missing.

Ever since Cheng Yuming knew that he needed to make Northeast sauerkraut, he traveled all over the surrounding mountains hundreds of meters away, picked out many big stones, and then selected the best of the best. The soul of sauerkraut.

He put the prepared pieces of wood into a "well" shape, and finally pressed a stone full of soul on the top of the cabbage jar. This jar of sauerkraut is finally a worthwhile life, not forgetting the original intention.

"I heard that the big stone for pressing sauerkraut is a family heirloom of the Northeast people. It is to be left for the next generation to continue to use. Unfortunately, the only ones in our family who can carry on the family are the eldest and Xiaozhi. Brother, tell me, Xiaozhi Stomach, why is there no movement?"

Cheng Yuming kept on pressing the other stone while chatting.

"You beast! You are still a baby who has just turned one year old, so you want to let him inherit your old Cheng family's surname?"

Xu Zhonglei pulled the paper and silently moved away from this person.

"Woah---?"

"It has nothing to do with you, let's go!"

Xu Zhonglei sent the little paper back to the house, and asked, "That's enough. Where do we put the two big tanks? Do you want to put a lid on it?"

"Just put it in the corner and cover it with a cover to prevent mice and insects from running in. The room is outside, so it won't be affected by the temperature inside. Just leave it alone!"

Putting the wooden cover on, Cheng Yuming patted the non-existent ashes on his hands, and relieved a heavy burden, he said easily:

"Wait a month, we will have sauerkraut to eat!"

***

That night, Xu Zhonglei dug out the thick quilt that had just been put in the wardrobe for two months. The two of them were both big stoves, and they could not feel any chill by taking advantage of each other's body temperature.

But when we woke up in the morning, the weather outside changed again.

The sky is dark, and the strong wind blows up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, turning the sky into a turbid color.The sun is gloomy, and the whole world seems to be giving someone a funeral.

Before breakfast was finished, someone outside knocked on the big iron door and shouted:

"Stones! Come out and dig potatoes! Xu Zhiping said that we can forget about digging today!"

They didn't even have time to clean up the plastic film used to grow cabbage, so they went to the greenhouse with hoes on their shoulders.

The experience of digging potatoes this time is different from collecting potatoes at home a few days ago. A small part of the time is spent growing potatoes, and most of the time is spent wrangling.

This greenhouse was not easy to come by. The villagers braved the heavy wind and snow, carried simple tools, and dug nearly one foot deep into the frozen layer to build such a house.Although some people stopped working one after another because they found it too difficult, even Xu Zhonglei's rascal cousin worked for two days, so naturally he could get a share.

But there are only so many potatoes, and people are so hungry, so there are more wolves and less meat.A lot of incidents were caused because of the broken skin of this potato and the black spots on that potato. Those who were greedy for petty gain and forced to exchange their own bad potatoes with others, no wonder Xu Zhi emphasized that the two of them must come, otherwise they I'm afraid there won't be a few good ones left in a large basket of potatoes.

The two of them have always been easy to mess with, and the gangsters in the village don't want to make trouble, so the two of them leaned against the wall, quietly waiting for the potato distribution, and watching a good show by the way.

……

"...Old Jin, if you don't listen to good words, don't blame me for what I can say and do. What's in your room..."

"What! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Do you want me to make it more obvious? In the room where you sleep, can you go down?"

"... Nonsense!"

"I don't want too much. You have a lot of things. I just want the amount that Xiaoyun eats in my family. Fifty catties is not much, right? I'll wait for you to send me potatoes after you divide them today. Don't blame me for being impolite about those things..."

……

A partition wall has ears, but it never occurred to Xu Zhonglei and Cheng Yuming to make ears on the opposite side of the wall.

There were two men's voices outside, one of which Xu Zhonglei was very familiar with was his cousin, Mr. Xu Tianci, and the other, Xu Zhonglei probably had a guess in his heart, but he was not sure yet.

When there was no more talking, Xu Zhonglei quickly stood up straight and walked towards the gate. He saw Xu Tianci and Xu Jinpeng walking into the room one after the other.

Xu Tianci looks haggard, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his back hunched and his head up. Although he is very thin, he is in good spirits; Xu Jinpeng has become much stronger from the big belly boss, but now he is absent-minded and staggers every step , almost fell down.

Obviously, these two people are the actors of the previous conversation, a good show.

"Stone, you've weighed your portion, put it in a basket! Two! No, four!"

Uncle Guosheng shouted, even if Xu Zhonglei wanted to know something, this scene is not suitable now, so he could only agree loudly:

"I'm coming!"