Supermarket Space: Traveling Through the Ages and Marrying a Rough Guy

Chapter 141 Wild rice

"Yeah, these grapes are really big and delicious! Aunt Zhuhua, you can try them quickly! I still have something to do, so I'll go back first." He turned and left with an empty basket.

When Song Xi came back and saw the courtyard door open, he knew that Zhou Yi had returned.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw a lot of cattail grass piled up in the yard, and Zhou Yi was sitting under the eaves weaving a mat with cattail grass.

The mat made of cattail grass can be spread on the bed board, which can also make the bed relatively soft.

Before in the village of the Song family, many old people would weave mats with cattail grass.

But in Ping'an Village, Song Xi really didn't see any cattail grass, and didn't know where Zhou Yi harvested it from.

Song Xi put down the small basket, went to the stove to get the grapes that had been placed there before, washed them by the well, and brought them to Zhou Yi, "Brother Yi, I've already picked the grapes at home. , the brewing brewer, even left a bunch of wine for your brother, we only have this left, you should try it too!"

"Ah!" Zhou Yi opened his mouth towards Song Xi upon hearing this.

Song Xi had no choice but to take a grape and put it in his mouth.

Who let his hands be earnestly weaving mats, she forgives his bad habit of 'opening his mouth when he eats'.

Not always like this.

"Don't spit the grape seeds indiscriminately, spit them in one place, I'll keep them for use." Song Xi reminded.

This unknown variety of grape tastes really good.

Song Xi intends to use two methods to cultivate, one of the most primitive methods is to use grape seeds to germinate, and the other quick method is to use branch cuttings.

She currently only has one vine, and even if she cuts off all the vines, she will not be able to cultivate many vines.

The grapes were sweet and sour, with a strong fragrance. Zhou Yi spit out the grape seeds on his hand and put them on the ground beside him. He looked at Song Xi incredulously, "Daughter-in-law, do you still know how to make wine?"

“The process of making wine is very simple. It is to remove diseased, shriveled, moldy fruit, green fruit, and rotten fruit, then squeeze the grapes by hand, remove the stems, add sugar and put them in cans, and wait for fermentation.”

“It’s just that it’s a bit complicated after fermentation. The peel should be pressed down frequently. When the time is almost up, the wine must be filtered and separated.”

“After the secondary fermentation, sub-packaging and aging are required. It’s quite complicated, but as long as every step is done carefully, delicious wine will definitely be produced.”

What Song Xi didn't say was that she added some spiritual spring water in it, so even if it was just well water, the taste would be different, let alone wine.

"I didn't marry a daughter-in-law, but a fairy!" Zhou Yi couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

He just listened to it, and felt that his brain was messed up like a mess, but the little daughter-in-law actually said that it was very simple, and it really was the brain of a scholar.

"Shhh!" Song Xi made a silent gesture. It seems that he can't say such things these days, otherwise he will be labeled as feudal superstition.

Zhou Yi leaned over, kissed Song Xi's hand on his lips, and nodded with a smile.

Song Xi patted his arm coquettishly, and then the two of them ate a whole bunch of grapes and ate hundreds of grape seeds.

When Song Xi was picking up the piled grape seeds one by one, she suddenly saw a piece of grass under Zhou Yi's pressure, and she quickly took it out.

The more Song Xi looked at it, the more familiar it became, so he got up and went back to the room.

After closing the door, he hurriedly took out the book he had just read in the supermarket, and after comparing it, he found that it was wild rice.

Of course, this is not wild rice. Wild rice is not rice at all, but the seed of a kind of grass. The scientific name is wild rice.

It was called Diaohu in ancient times.

Yes, that’s right, it’s Li Bai’s “Kneel into the carved rice, the moon is shining on a plain plate.” It’s Lu You’s “One pillow of apples to get drunk in the afternoon, and two liters of wild rice to cook in the morning.”

This kind of wild rice can be eaten with porridge, but it is very troublesome. It needs to be soaked for a day before cooking.

In modern times, this wild rice comes in two colors, the black one being cultivated and the taupe one growing naturally in the wild.

There is wild rice in Song Xi's supermarket, both of which are available. She has always found it troublesome and has never touched this kind of wild rice.

But in this difficult age, as long as it is edible, it is a good thing.

Song Xi put the book back in the book section of the supermarket, then hurriedly turned around and came out, holding the grass, and said to Zhou Yi, "Brother Yi, can I trouble you to harvest all the seeds of this grass for me? No, keep it Ten trees will do if they don’t move.”

"Okay, but what's the trouble between husband and wife? It's fine to ask if something happens."

Whatever the daughter-in-law wants, he will bring her back.

What's more, for him, cutting some weed seeds is a trivial matter, and his wife will definitely have her uses.

"Thank you." Song Xi was overjoyed and sincerely thanked her.

Seeing Zhou Yi raised his cheek at her stinky, Song Xi slandered in her heart, but leaned over and gave him the cheek kiss he wanted.

What's more, this is her husband, her only relative at present.

If you don’t kiss when it’s time to kiss, then when should you kiss?

In the evening of the next day, Zhou Yi picked out the wild wild grass that Song Xi wanted.

The two rice baskets are filled with wild wild grass.

As soon as Zhou Yi entered the door, he shouted as if taking credit, "Daughter-in-law, I picked out for you what you asked for, and there are some more, I will pick out for you tomorrow."

"Thank you, thank you." Song Xi greeted him, and helped Zhou Yi wipe the sweat from his forehead and cheeks with a clean kerchief with a hint of fragrance.

Zhou Yi stood there, quietly enjoying the care of his wife.

Afterwards, Song Xi took a large dustpan for drying things, took out the wild grass in the basket and spread it on the dustpan.

She intends to dry the wild grass for two days, and then remove the seeds on it.

The seeds of this wild rice are similar to wheat, without shells, and some are just husks.

If there is a husk like rice, there is no way to remove the husk without machine processing.

Wild rice is simple, just rub off the outer skin, wash it, dry it in the sun and store it in a jar.

After covering the dustpan with wild wild grass, Zhou Yi moved the dustpan under the eaves. It cannot be placed outside at night, otherwise it will be covered with dew at night, and the drying speed will be slowed down at that time.

Zhou Yi picked out six baskets of wild wild grass for Song Xi and came back. Afterwards, under Song Xi's guidance, the two of them pulled all the wild wild grass seeds off the grass.

Song Xi kept ten catties, rubbed off the outer skin of the rest, washed it, and dried it in the sun. After weighing it, it was 190 catties.

The yield of this wild wild rice is extremely low, and I don't know how much area Zhou Yi cut to get so much.

But Song Xi has spiritual spring water, and the output of anything can be doubled in her hands.

The reason why Song Xi left ten catties of wild rice seeds is mainly to find a place to plant them so that the wild rice can continue to multiply.

Otherwise, it will really only be imported from abroad in the future.