Song Sanniang's Journey to Wealth

Chapter 241 BBQ 2

Song Sanniang bought this mountain, of course she didn't intend to live there and waste it.

She wants to make this place a tourist attraction in the future, where people can come to enjoy the peach blossoms in spring and go fishing in the Bishui Lake on weekdays.

Picking fruits and vegetables here, having a farm stay, and then arranging farm meals here is definitely much more interesting for the wealthy people in the city than going to their own farm.

With so many ingredients prepared, other snacks were a must. Song Sanniang planned to go pick some fruits with Mr. Hu and the others.

Before this, the people in the village had discovered several beehives in the mountains. They cut half of the honey and gave the rest to the bees so that they could continue to store honey.

Song Sanniang asked someone to take out all the honey, and asked Aunt Zhang and the others to make some scented tea for everyone to moisten their throats. The remaining honey could be mixed directly with water for everyone to drink to reduce internal heat.

Song Sanniang and her friends had to go through a lava cave to pick fruits. The lava cave was extremely large, almost covering several acres of land.

The cave is grayish white in color. Normal cave walls are made of soil or rocks.

But the mountain walls and the cave ceiling here are made up of sharp cones, as if the soil in the cave was about to melt and drip, but suddenly froze, and then remained in this state forever.

Some are folded together like the folds of a paper fan, and some form a pillar that stands tall, but the pillar is very thin.

There are several shallow underground rivers crisscrossing the cave. The water is clear and you can see the bottom. There are also groups of small fish swimming around in it.

However, Song Sanniang had a cobblestone road built in the middle of the cave so that people could walk on it without worrying about getting their feet wet by the underground river.

Song Xiaodi ran into the cave and shouted, "Hey, is anyone there?"

His voice was immediately echoed in the cave, "Hello, is anyone there?" He laughed out loud. This was a game that Song Sanniang had played with him before, and he remembered it all.

Seeing him play like this, Master Hu became interested and started shouting in the cave. Everyone's shouts rang out in the cave one after another.

When you walk out of the cave and cross the streams on both sides, you will see a whole orchard and farmhouses hidden on both sides of the orchard. Uncle Huang and his family live here. Going further ahead is the pigpen.

Most of the trees in this orchard are peach trees. All the peaches had been picked long ago. We continued walking forward, and gradually we felt as if we were in the mountains. From time to time we could hear birds singing, and the air was empty and lonely, as well as the chirping of crickets.

We walked past the pig pen for another ten minutes before we finally saw the persimmon tree and jujube tree that Song Ersao had mentioned.

There are also maltose trees and carambola trees nearby, but this kind of carambola is not the same as the carambola of later generations. This kind of carambola is sour and astringent. People usually make it into dried fruits or make it sour to eat.

Song Xiaodi clapped his hands happily, "There are persimmons, there are persimmons, I want to eat persimmons."

Song Sanniang smiled and said, "Okay, if you want to eat, pick it yourself."

Song Xiaodi is now not even as tall as Song Sanniang's waist, and cannot even reach the persimmon tree. He looks at the tall persimmon tree and looks at Song Sanniang with a look that says, "You are bullying me."

Song Sanniang continued to tease him with a smile until he begged for mercy. Then she picked him up and let him pick a persimmon by himself.

The persimmons here are small, round, and pointed-bottomed, called chicken-heart persimmons. Only when the trees are full of golden persimmons do they indicate that autumn has really arrived.

As Song Ersao said, many of the persimmons on the tree had been eaten by birds. Song Sanniang and her friends ate one before they started picking. Because there were so many people, they tried to pick as many as they could.

Song Sanniang kicked off her shoes and climbed up the tree. The tree was not very tall, about two or three meters high. She picked the ones in the middle.

Si Niang handed her the basket. She tied the basket to the tree with a rope and put the persimmons she picked in the basket. When the basket was full, she used a rope to hang it down from the tree to give it to Si Niang and the others. Then she would bring up an empty basket until the backpack she brought was filled with persimmons.

Soon, most of the persimmons on the tree were picked. After picking the persimmons, everyone went to the jujube tree. The jujube tree was too tall, and it was not safe to climb up to pick the persimmons.

Everyone made a fruit picking tool just like Song Lao Er did when he picked jujubes. With this tool, everyone quickly picked enough jujubes.

Then everyone picked some guavas and carried the backpacks and baskets back together. Before they reached the lake, they could smell the aroma of barbecue.

Aunt Gan seemed to have divine help. The ingredients she handled had that flavor as soon as they were put on the grill and grilled for a while.

Everyone started baking by themselves. Some who felt that their skills were not good enough pulled Aunt Gan to ask her to teach them. For a while, Aunt Gan was shuttling between several ovens.

When Song saw that everyone was grilling, he was furious. He squeezed into the crowd at one of the grills, panting, "Where's mine? Where's mine? I want to grill some chicken legs."

When everyone saw that it was him, they all wanted to give him the food they had roasted, but it was a pity that Song had a special liking for chicken legs.

Seeing that everyone was holding either chicken or duck meat, and some were roasting pork belly, he went to find Song Ersao again. He thought his mother must have roasted some for him.

Mrs. Song did prepare chicken legs for him, but they were not roasted, but boiled. He was very dissatisfied, "Why not roasted?"

"Because if you eat roasted food, you won't grow taller. Do you want to not grow taller?" Mrs. Song coaxed him.

Because he is still young, she is afraid that he will get a sore throat if he eats barbecued food. Chicken legs are difficult to cook, so they take a long time to roast. Therefore, she doesn't let him eat roasted chicken legs. She can give him some roasted vegetables, but she has to control the portion.

When Song Xiaodi heard that he couldn't grow taller, he really believed it. He nodded vigorously, "Then I won't eat grilled food. I want to grow taller, like Brother Haoxi."

This made Qin Haoxi very embarrassed. He was only less than 1.7 meters tall. He saw the look in Qin Haoxi's eyes, smiled sweetly at him, then picked up the chicken leg in his hand and started eating it.

Song Sanniang put the fruit aside and went to pick out the ingredients she liked.

She immediately took an eggplant and put it on the grill. Actually, no one had ever eaten grilled eggplant, so they asked her how to make it.

She briefly explained it, and those who liked eggplants took one and grilled it on top.

Song Sanniang then took out duck gizzards, chicken feet, pork belly, and chicken wings to roast.

She saw that there was still some honey left, so she used some honey to dip it in the barbecue. Barbecue with honey was also very delicious. She felt like her saliva was about to flow.