Chapter 662 The young widow who inherited her dead husband’s estate (2)
The young widow who inherited her dead husband's estate (XII)
Song Ning was surprised at the good growth of the crops in the field. He did some searching online and found that there were crops growing even better than his on the Internet, so he stopped worrying about it.
The fever he had these days taught him a lesson. Song Ning now tries to prepare meals for himself and bring hot water before going to the fields, for fear that he will have a fever again and make Dong Dafu suffer and have to take a taxi and stay up late.
It rained here a few days later. After the rain, when Song Ning was feeding the chickens and ducks, he suddenly found a mushroom from somewhere in the bamboo forest.
He looked for a while and suddenly remembered that maybe there were mushrooms to pick on the mountain behind the bamboo forest in this weather?
After thinking about it, Song Ning shamelessly asked Brother Meng San, who told him that the land on his side was actually quite remote. There were few people living in the village now, and the things on the mountain were ownerless. Whoever wanted to pick them could own them.
Song Ning became excited when he heard this. He had been feeding chickens, ducks and geese recently, or working in the fields and fish ponds. He was doing the real farm work but had not enjoyed any of the fun of rural life. Now he had to go pick some mushrooms to relax himself.
He specially made himself some easy-to-eat rice balls filled with fillings.
I also brought a thermos cup filled with hot water for soaking wolfberries, red dates and ginger slices, and put on clothes that were convenient for climbing the mountain before going up the mountain to look for mushrooms.
Brother Meng San did not lie to him. There were indeed not many people here. As Song Ning walked along the way, he saw a few figures on the opposite side of the mountain. It was obvious that they had the same goal as him.
Song Ning looked at it for a while and then stopped paying attention. He lowered his head and started looking for mushrooms.
Song Ning didn't know many mushrooms, and he didn't dare to pick them randomly, so he just picked the ones he knew.
But what he didn't expect was that there were actually quite a few mushrooms on this mountain.
Song Ning knew porcini, chicken mushrooms, and morels, and he remembered that they all tasted very good.
There were also some other common mushrooms that Song Ning recognized and he picked quite a few of them. Originally, he only planned to pick some for himself, but perhaps no one had been to this hill for a long time, and Song Ning could see bunches of mushrooms there without having to look for them very hard, and he felt it would be a waste if he didn't pick them.
"If it's dried, it can actually be kept for quite a long time, right?"
Song Ning was really enjoying the picking, and now that he had figured it out, he no longer worried about it.
Not only mushrooms, he also found some wild vegetables on the mountain. However, because he had picked too many mushrooms, Song Ning did not pick any wild vegetables.
After working so hard for most of the day, his newly bought backpack was filled to the brim with mushrooms.
"so many."
Song Ning took off the backpack and looked at it, and he was surprised.
He felt that he might be born with the ability to find mushrooms? He just used a stick to dig around in an area, and nine times out of ten he would find a patch of mushrooms. So after doing this, he actually filled his basket with them?
"I'll dry some of this stuff and give it to the boss as a gift, as a way of thanking him for taking the trouble to come and see the doctor overnight."
Song Ning returned to the yard and picked out some for himself. He threw the broken and damaged ones directly to the other side of the bamboo forest to feed the chickens and ducks. He took the rest to the roof to dry in the sun.
Song Ning's cooking skills were not very good. He was an orphan and cooking was mainly to fill his stomach, but the mushrooms he had just picked were really delicious.
After washing and cutting the mushrooms, Song Ning specially went to buy a chicken weighing less than three pounds to make soup together.
The chicken was killed. Song Ning washed it, cut it into pieces, and then slowly stewed it with mushrooms using his newly bought induction cooker in the living room on the first floor.
The living room was very spacious, and the sofa inside had a simple solid wood frame with fresh-style cushions and backrests. When Song Ning saw her husband, she felt that he was someone who paid attention to both quality and life.
"But it always feels a bit too lonely for one person."
Song Ning muttered and looked at the incense table again. When he found that there was only a little incense left, he came over and got new one.
"Now that I think about it, it would actually be nice if you were still alive. A chicken has so many mushrooms that I can't finish them all by myself. Living alone seems a little too quiet."
Song Ning was muttering to himself at the desk, and said that it was a bit inconvenient to water the fields. He looked up information about timed automatic watering devices on the Internet and found that it would cost another sum of money.
Feeding the chickens and ducks was not a big deal. They were quite smart. He drove them away two or three times after letting them out for a few days, and they knew to come back at the appointed time. At night, they would return to the backyard on their own. Song Ning had hired someone to build a chicken coop and a duck coop there these days. The environment was quite nice and professional.
After talking for a long time, when the aroma filled the room, Song Ning realized that the chicken stewed with mushrooms was almost ready.
He blinked and looked at the table again, hardly believing that he had been standing next to the table and chatting with a dead person for almost half an hour while burning incense?
"I'm really a little delirious. I need to find something to do."
Song Ning laughed at himself, but soon the aroma of mushrooms and chicken soup drove away his messy thoughts.
The chicken soup with mushrooms was so delicious that it seemed like it would make your tongue fall off. Song Ning tasted a piece of chicken. The perfectly stewed chicken had a strong aroma and was tender and juicy. Just a little salt was added to season it and it was delicious enough to make Song Ning feel it was worth it.
After he tasted a piece of mushroom cooked in chicken soup, Song Ning was speechless.
He had only one thought in his mind: no wonder people in a certain province would rather see villains in order to eat delicious mushrooms.
This taste is really addictive.
While eating, he did not forget to send a photo to Dong Dafu, and expressed his admiration for the deliciousness of the mushrooms.
Dong Dafu drooled as he listened and wished he could not go to this crappy class anymore so he flew over immediately. But after Song Ning said that she would dry the remaining mushrooms and send them to him, he felt that Class B was still tolerable.
After all, Song Ning also said that it is best to buy good quality free-range chickens for the mushrooms. A single chicken costs over a hundred yuan. How could he afford to buy it if he didn't make money?
The two of them shared their recent situation with each other. Dong Dafu was talking about his crappy class when he suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, there's something strange happening recently. Do you remember that guy from the past? That Yang, the one who always liked to get close to you and look up at you."
Song Ning thought for a moment, "Are you talking about Ling Yang? He was born with a bit of an upturned nose, so it's not entirely his fault."
Dong Dafu snorted, "I think he just likes to show off, otherwise why would he have to get close to you?"
Song Ning was helpless: "What's so strange about being close to me? Didn't you always do that back then?"
"Damn, how can I be the same as him? I tell you that guy has 100% ulterior motives, I just don't understand what he wants. But then again, I heard recently that he seems to have been admitted to some awesome system," Dong Dafu said, and couldn't help slapping his thigh, "I heard that he had to sign a confidentiality agreement, which is pretty awesome. How come that guy is so lucky that he always gets all the good things?"
Song Ning just smiled when he heard that.
Dong Dafu was puzzled when he saw that he didn't react, "Don't you think so? Are you so calm?"
Song Ning had to remind him, "You said he had a good thing happen to him, but have you thought about me?"
When Dong Dafu heard this, he suddenly came to his senses.
That's right, his brother inherited a dead husband's estate out of thin air, so he's not bad luck! Why should he be jealous of others?