Chapter 358: Chapter 358: Salt for Waterlon Chapter 358: Chapter 358: Salt for Waterlon The village, like other places, had most of its able-bodied adults conscripted, leaving mostly the elderly and children.
At noon, when the sun was at its fiercest, other families’ children would have gone ho for lunch, but she, alone and without grandchildren to look after, settled for eating so rotten lons.
The old woman then simply invited a few children to join her in the lon field to share the lon feast.
“These can’t be kept; not eating them would be a waste. See which ones you can eat, and then go ahead.”
The old lady waved them over to sit.
“This doesn’t seem right, after all, you worked hard to grow these lons.” Bai Sasa politely refused, rembering that the old woman had initially told everyone not to pick any because the lons were not ripe.
She was now inviting them to see if there was anything edible.
Bai Sasa was unsure whether the old woman wanted them to eat the lons or not, so she simply chose not to eat.
The old woman explained eagerly, “As you can see, my lon field is a ss. I thought you were bandits coming back to ravage again, which is why I begged for rcy. Actually, these lons were stomped and kicked open by the bandits. They won’t last much longer. If you don’t mind, you can have so.”
Upon hearing this, Bai Junjun was the first to walk in. She quietly knelt beside the old granny and observed the trampled lons.
The original host often ate waterlons as a privilege of being the legitimate eldest daughter; Bai Sasa and the others could only have a slice or two, whereas she could enjoy a whole large waterlon all to herself in the cold cellar.
But those were the original host’s privileges; where had she herself seen a waterlon since The Apocalypse?
Now that she had the chance, Bai Junjun started to observe them carefully.
She saw vines creeping on the ground, hiding small round green lons among the vines and green leaves, playing hide-and-seek.
Their skins showed patterns of dark and light green. The split waterlons were pale pink or deep pink, the larger ones had a deeper red flesh.
The old granny held a deep red waterlon in her hands.
However, this waterlon had split open several days ago and was now dark red, almost black, and most likely much of it was spoiled. Beside it, there were twenty or thirty similar waterlons, all dium-sized and cracked.
At that mont, the fragrance of waterlon wafted from these cracked lons.
Bai Junjun looked at the lons and asked, “Can they be made into jam?”
Bai Junjun was, of course, asking Li Wenli.
Li Wenli scratched his head. In his one hundred and eight cookbooks, there indeed were thods for making jam.
But these lons belonged to the old woman; he had no right to process them.
The old woman looked at them puzzled, “What is jam?”
“Jam is a way to process lon flesh that allows you to preserve your waterlon for a longer ti. You could also sell it at the market and should be able to make so money,” they explained.
The old lady listened in amazent. “I’ve been growing lons here for many years and have never heard of jam, nor have I ever eaten it,” she said.
Bai Junjun thought that apart from jam, juice mixed with ice and milk would also taste fantastic.
Unfortunately, those had beco extinct upon the arrival of The Apocalypse, and she had never tried them.
How about trying to make it herself? With this thought, Bai Junjun spoke again.
“Grandma, since your things have gone bad anyway and it’s a pity to waste them, how about we make jam? If you don’t mind, I can trade it for so salt.”
In this world, besides money, bartering was also an option, and salt was one of the solid tradable commodities.
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