Chapter 1825: Chapter 1662: Harvesting Sesa Leaves Again (Part 3)
"Yeah! I thought I had done a great job with sunscreen this year and hadn’t tanned, but standing next to him, my arms looked like they’d been dipped in soy sauce."
The girls were whispering, while the n hesitated: should they have two bowls or three tonight? Eating too much might not be appropriate, right?
But to not eat was absolutely not acceptable, so they silently vowed: tomorrow, they’ll start a healthy lifestyle!
Perhaps their strong will influenced Qiaoqiao sohow, as he suddenly suggested to everyone:
"Sister, you could ask Master Jiang to make a little more."
"That way, if the leftover noodle dish from tonight isn’t finished, it will taste even better when reheated next ti."
Everyone: !!! Using such fresh sesa leaves, they could hardly imagine how delicious it would be. How could it possibly taste even better?
"Leftovers aren’t healthy" only flashed briefly in their minds before transforming into anticipation for a late-night snack.
But... how much should Master Jiang make to be enough?
If they eat less tonight and nothing’s left over, wouldn’t that be a huge loss?
Sigh!
Everyone instantly found themselves in a dilemma.
While they were here, full of hesitation, the number of viewers in the live stream kept increasing, though the barrage wasn’t as noisy as before. Instead, many were watching and once again sighed —
"How nice, I’m getting sleepy again, I’m going to take a nap."
"If they’re not selling, I’ll just cast it to the TV while doing housework."
"I’m going to check if our local market sells this."
"These sesa plants look great, will you sell baked sesa later? How about sesa oil?"
"Qiaoqiao is really skilled at farm work."
"I don’t know why, but watching this kind of live stream makes
feel so calm, and my heart isn’t as restless."
"Qiaoqiao’s stream is the only one I can watch till the end, I have no patience for many slow live streams now."
"Sigh! The internet ruined !"
The live stream was bustling, and so was the sesa field.
The cloth bags tied around their waists were large, but the leaves took up a lot of space. Picking quickly with both hands, they soon filled up.
After pressing them down a few tis, it was packed full, and carrying it around beca inconvenient. So everyone competed on progress, quickly taking off the bags and tossing them onto the tricycle nearby.
This ti, with such a large harvest, Song Tan’s ho couldn’t handle it all.
So Seventh Uncle and Master Jiang set up a big pot in the canteen — the ones used here for making employee als are even bigger than the ones used to boil pig feed in the rural areas before.
This was used for blanching, and the efficiency was high.
At the factory entrance, Aunt Lianhua and other village won were carrying basins full of clear water, ready to thoroughly wash the sesa leaves.
Everyone chatted idly:
"Next year, I should plant so sesa too. It’s been years since I last fard, I forgot all about planting these."
"I need to plant more rapeseed, the stalks taste really good, and pressing rapeseed oil would be great too."
"Our family doesn’t like rapeseed oil, its flavor is too strong; if we plant, it’d be peanuts..."
"Who planted that amaranth in the wasteland at the foot of the hillside? It looks old, growing so tall and sturdy."
"Mine, I left it on purpose, planning to make stinky amaranth stalks..."
"Oh! I’ll help you then, and you can give
a bowl to taste."
"There’s no need to say that, just co over when the ti cos. You can plant amaranth any ti of the year, it’s growing well, even better than the weeds in the field. I’m planning to scatter more seeds."
"This thing’s heat and sun-resistant, do you have extra seeds? I’ll sprinkle so later."
"My family doesn’t like stinky amaranth stalks, but we can pickle so tender stalks — we have amaranth too, but it’s not as robust yet. We’ll wait a bit more before eating."
Everyone was chatting away, and Seventh Uncle, after roaming around a couple of tis, couldn’t help but feel a bit tempted hearing these.
Lao Song’s family had planted quite a bit of amaranth this year, but they picked the tender ones for Boss Chang, and now there are still so left in the field.
Maybe they should wait for them to mature, then make more stinky amaranth stalks?
But just as the thought crossed his mind, the tricycle brought back the sesa leaves.
Everyone hurriedly approached; this stuff was lightweight, so each person grabbed two bags and headed back to the yard.
They opened the bags and dumped them into the water — ti to wash!
Washing these was quite a chore.
Because the leaves turned sticky and slimy when washed, they needed to be squeezed and washed several more tis.
Once thoroughly cleaned, they would blanch them, then sun-dry them, and even with a large bag, there wouldn’t be much left.
Everyone was rubbing the sticky leaves, chatting and laughing, as the height of sumr was fast approaching.
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