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    The people of Lao Feng's family collected salt in the morning and stayed at home to cook salt in the afternoon. They set up a large iron pot in the yard, poured the collected coarse salt into it, and filled it with well water. Mrs. Feng squatted there.  Add firewood to the bottom and let it cook. Old man Feng stood beside it with a big spoon and kept stirring. Gradually, the coarse salt melted into the water, and the salt water became thicker and thicker.

    Mengmeng was sitting on the edge of the corridor, watching her grandparents boil salt. The boiled salt water carried the smell of the sea, and was blown by the small wind and hit Mengmeng's face. She squinted her eyes and took several breaths.  Like it very much.

    Old man Feng stared closely at the pot of salt water, waiting for the impurities in it to float up. They were usually grass roots, leaves, and relatively light things. Just fish them out.

    But he waited and waited today, and there was no dirt floating up from the salt water, which saved him a lot of trouble.

    "Okay Feng'er, don't add firewood, let's take this pot over quickly." Old man Feng called to his old woman, and the two of them worked together to lift the pot of salt water to the wooden barrel next to it. The mouth of the wooden barrel was already covered.  As soon as the salt water is poured into a thick linen cloth, the sand and soil inside will be filtered out.

    They finished pouring a pot of salt water, but they didn¡¯t see many impurities on the linen cloth. They looked at each other and saw joy in each other¡¯s eyes. This must be the mountain god who is taking care of their family.

    Since there are no impurities, the pot of salt water was poured back and continued to boil. Halfway through the cooking, Old Man Feng also sprinkled a handful of mother-and-child dregs, also known as old salt, into the pot so that the salt in the pot would crystallize quickly.

    Mrs. Feng controlled the heat underneath, and when it was almost done, she picked up a dustpan and threw it in to fish it out. When she fished it out again, there was a load of salt in it, which was all thin and white refined salt, white and ground.  Like snowflakes.

    Mrs. Feng picked up a handful of salt, stretched out her tongue and licked it. She nodded with satisfaction and said, "Good salt. If this salt is sold, it will definitely fetch a good price."

    People at the beach go out to sell salt several times a year. The grade of salt is different, and the price is naturally different. But in the past, the production team sold the salt, and the money went to the production team. Now they sell the salt, and the money goes to the production team.  By myself.

    Mrs. Feng hung up the dustpan to dry, and walked back excitedly and said, "Old man, do we want to pack a few more acres of salt fields? This year we will dry more salt and sell it. I think this salt can be sold at a high level."

    "How can salt be as valuable as sugar?" Old Man Feng also threw a dustpan down, and while fishing it up, he said: "I went to the field a few days ago and saw that our sugar cane is growing well this year, with a sugar cane tail.  There can be three or four big ones growing on the top, and there are three or four smaller ones growing on the bottom. If you ask me, if we want to cover it, we will also cover the sugar cane field."

    Mrs. Feng took the dustpan and hung it up again. After thinking about it, she thought it made sense. She turned around and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. We'll reserve the land to grow sugar cane."

    Old man Feng continued to stir the pot of salt water and said thoughtfully: "Yimin is on a business trip now, and only two cadres, Guoqiang and Lihua, are left in the village. I will go to them tomorrow to get their seals, and I will plant more seeds in the spring."  Sugarcane."

    Mrs. Feng also thinks this is a good idea. Spring is the season for sowing. After this season, you don¡¯t know when it will be. Spring plowing waits for no one. The cultivated land must be secured as soon as possible. She has not forgotten her advice.  One sentence: "Lihua is my niece from my mother's side. She became the women's director because you helped her. If you ask her, she will definitely help."

    Old man Feng didn't take it to heart at all, and said with a very proud smile: "You forgot that we have two village chiefs. I know it well, you don't have to worry about this matter."

    The next day, Old Man Feng went to the brigade with money. When he came back, he had a few pieces of paper in his arms. He took out these papers and patted Old Mrs. Feng's hand and said, "Here, 20 acres of cultivated land and  15 acres of wasteland.¡±

    Mrs. Feng was so shocked that she almost didn't catch the paper. She quickly opened it and took a look at it and said, "Old man, why did you buy so much land? How much does it cost?"

    Old man Feng waved his hand and said with a mysterious smile: "There is no money for wasteland. As long as we are willing to open up wasteland, it will be ours. The annual contract fee for that acre of cultivated land is 10 yuan. I have contracted it for fifty years in one breath."  , pay the fee for one year first, fortunately we made more than two hundred yuan last time selling dried meat, here is the receipt, you can hide it."

    "Where can our family grow it? Old man?" Mrs. Feng felt heartbroken and worried. She even pressed her hand on her old man's forehead to see if he had a fever, so she wrapped it up in one breath.  So many places?  How many people are there in their family?  This will tire them to death.

    Old man Feng handed over the certificate and felt relieved. He rubbed his hands and said very slyly: "Plant slowly, as much as you can."I saw that its mouth and eyes were covered with plum meat. How uncomfortable it was. Brother Rui quickly lifted it into the small ditch next to it and threw it in to wash it.

    Xiao Jin was rinsed in the ditch for a few times, and when he came out, he turned into a drowned rat. He didn't feel uncomfortable now, but when he heard the dolls laughing at him, he immediately became angry and fluttered his feathers.  Like a bad mop.

    A trace of amusement flashed in Huzi's human eyes, and he finally picked it up and sent it home. However, Xiaojin was so angry that he didn't want to pay attention to anyone all afternoon, squatting next to the chicken coop and sulking to himself.

    Brother Rui and Erwa shook all the plums off the tree. Looking at so many plums, they didn't know what to do. Mrs. Feng took a basket and packed them.  A basket full.

    There were so many green plums that I couldn¡¯t finish in a while, and they would definitely go bad if they were left there. Mrs. Feng didn¡¯t want to waste them, so she walked to the well and waved to the little kids: ¡°Come here and wash the plums for me.  I¡¯ll make plum juice for you later.¡±

    Erwa and Brother Rui obediently walked over to wash the plums. Mengmeng sat on the small bench next to them and watched very intently, secretly swallowing her saliva.

    Mrs. Feng washed the plums, picked out the big ones, pounded out the plum flesh, put some sugar and boiled water in, and it turned into a cup of plum juice.

    Brother Rui stood up on his toes and found that Mrs. Feng had already prepared the plum juice. He immediately took it and said, "Grandma Feng, I will give it to my sister to drink first."

    Mrs. Feng originally thought that he was too greedy to stay here, but she didn't expect that Brother Rui was guarded by Mengmeng. She couldn't help but touched his head and said: "Brother Rui is so good, so let's go first  Here, Mengmeng, yours will be healed soon."

    "Sister, come here, let me feed you." Brother Rui took out the cup of green plum juice, carefully brought it to Mengmeng's mouth and gave her a small sip. He squatted there and said expectantly: "How is it? Okay?  Do you want to drink?¡±

    "Ha" Mengmeng frowned her little eyebrows and opened her little mouth to breathe. The plum juice was sour and sweet, so delicious. She lowered her head and took another sip. It was so delicious.

    Mrs. Feng took out the other two cups of plum juice, gave them to Brother Rui and Erwa, and said, "This stuff is good for digestion. Don't drink too much. Grandma will pickle the rest and make candied plums for you."

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