After fleeing famine, I have thousands of acres of fertile land

Chapter 330 Crispy Black Beans

After Ye Dalang got home and had dinner, his family went to the door of the meeting hall to listen to stories.

We went early today and thought there wouldn't be many people, but it turned out to be full. Fortunately, my two children came early and took yesterday's seats.

Ye Qing and Wei Xin brought fans today, but they forgot to bring them yesterday because they had no experience.

There were many mosquitoes at the entrance of the meeting hall, so the villagers had people come to fumigate with mugwort in advance, and the scent of mugwort was still lingering.

The storyteller had not arrived yet, and several young people were shaking the old men's arms, begging them to continue telling stories.

The elderly people were also talkative, and continued talking after Ye Qing reminded them that the door was suddenly closed.

A day had passed between the two stories, and the horror atmosphere was not as strong as before, so Ye Qing bravely continued to listen.

I also kept an eye on the door of the conference room. I was scared yesterday, but I learned my lesson today.

Ye Qing and Wei Xin hugged each other's arms and moved closer to hear more clearly.

As the story developed, Ye Qing remembered to stare at the conference room at the beginning, but when it came to the critical moment of the story, his body and mind were all on the story. As expected, he was frightened again.

The story was not over yet, but everyone's curiosity was aroused and they agreed to come earlier tomorrow.

The storyteller was the same one from yesterday. When he came on stage, he did not start by telling the story. Instead, he told the audience two of his personal experiences.

The few people who were whispering just now all focused their attention on the storyteller.

The storyteller's ability to tell stories is extraordinary. He can make an ordinary experience full of ups and downs, and Ye Qing's attention is also diverted from the previous story.

The storyteller saw that the villagers' attention had been drawn back and continued to tell the story of Erlang Shen.

Ye Qing looked at Erbao who was sitting in Wei Xin's arms, his eyes fixed on the storyteller, listening to the story attentively.

Soon Ye Qing's thoughts returned to the story, and he felt happy and sad at times depending on the fate of the characters in the story.

When the storyteller finished telling this story, it was already getting late. Everyone was still not satisfied and wanted him to tell it again.

"I'll tell you a new story tomorrow. It's getting late today and it looks like it's going to rain. Let's go back quickly." The storyteller looked at the lightning in the distance.

The villagers then noticed that there were dark clouds in the sky and it was about to rain.

Erbao was naughty and shouted in the crowd.

"It's going to rain, go home and collect the clothes."

Wei Xin patted his little butt gently, "It's getting dark, the clothes have been put away long ago."

Ye Dalang picked up Erbao and the family quickly walked home.

The weather in summer changes suddenly. It may be sunny during the day but turn cloudy at night.

Ye Qing put her black beans in the room. The beans were dry and ready to be fried.

After the house was tidied, Ye Qing lay on the bed and heard the sound of raindrops falling in the yard.

It started to rain and the temperature dropped a little at night. I had a good sleep and was not woken by the heat.

Ye Qing slept well and woke up early. She met Tietou at the door of the meeting room yesterday and told him that Wei Zhao was going to work.

Tietou asked Ye Qing for his opinion and decided to let him start with the basics first.

After everyone in the family left, Ye Qing wanted to go out too, taking the black beans.

"Grandma, I'm going to Aunt Wang's house. Aunt Wang knows how to make crispy black beans. Ask her to make some for me. If someone wants to see me, ask her to come in the afternoon." Ye Qing was worried that Wei Hong wouldn't be able to find him when he came, so he left a message for his family first.

"Got it. Go quickly and give some to your aunt when it's ready." Li instructed her while sitting in the rocking chair.

The rain stopped this morning. The village was paved with stone slabs, and when I got up in the morning, the ground was dry.

When Ye Qing arrived at the Lin family, only Aunt Wang was at home; everyone else was busy.

"Auntie, can you see if this black bean can be used?"

Ye Qing picked only the big and plump ones and didn't take any smaller ones.

Wang took the black beans, picked them up with her hands, then took one and put it in her mouth and took a bite.

"Sure. Such good black beans may not be available in the store." Then he pulled Ye Qing to the kitchen.

Ye Qing looked around the kitchen. All the ingredients were available and everything was tidy.

"Auntie, you are really good at cleaning. This kitchen has been used for so long, but it still looks like new."

Wang was very happy to be praised. "There are many people working at home. Your sister-in-law is just not feeling well recently. She used to do all the cleaning."

Ye Qing was a little curious, "Why didn't I see my sister-in-law today?"

"They went back to their parents' home today. The baby is due in a month. They went back to see her. The next time they go back, they will give birth and finish the confinement period before going back."

"Aunt, you are so kind to my sister-in-law. You always consider her in everything."

Wang was preparing firewood while talking to Ye Qing, "I've been through this before. I was scared when I had my first child. I'll feel better if I go back and tell my family about it."

Ye Qing sat down and lit a fire. He had to stir-fry over a low flame and not burn firewood, only wheat straw.

Both of them were patient when facing delicious food, and the beans were slowly stir-fried at the bottom of the pot.

"Qingya, there are sweet potatoes in the bucket behind you. Put a few under the pot. I haven't eaten roasted sweet potatoes for a long time."

Ye Qing was very familiar with Aunt Wang's kitchen, and the two of them often studied delicious food together.

The sweet potatoes in this bucket are not big, they are probably reserved for roasting and eating.

Ye Qing took a dozen of them and put them together in the stove so that Uncle Lin and the others could have some to eat when they came back.

Ye Qing took a look at the pot and saw that the outermost layer of the black beans began to crack and the aroma of the beans became stronger in the kitchen.

"It smells so good." Ye Qing couldn't help but praise.

"It's this taste. It was this handful of black beans that got me through the most difficult times while fleeing famine."

Ye Qing was also in a low mood. He had suffered too much on the way to escape famine. After arriving in Wu'an City, he spent two years recuperating before he recovered.

"Now is a good time, our life will get better and better." Wang put the fried black beans into a bamboo basket.

Ye Qing calmed himself down, picked up a few black beans, tossed them around with his burned hands, and only put them in his mouth when they were cool.

"It's not very crispy now. Wait until it cools down a bit before eating it. It will become crispy when it cools down completely."

Wang took the fried black beans outside to cool, and then came back to stir-fry them again.

The two of them worked for more than an hour before they managed to fry several pounds of black beans.

Ye Qing pulled out the sweet potatoes from under the pot, took them outside, and shared them with Wang.

The two of them didn't mind the black burnt outside of the sweet potatoes. They peeled off the burnt skin and found the inside was soft and sticky and smelled very fragrant.

Ye Qing ate one and stopped eating. She wanted to save some space for the crispy black beans.

The first pot that was fried has already cooled down.

Ye Qing grabbed some, pinched a few grains and put them in his mouth. They were crunchy when chewed and the fragrance lingered in his mouth.

"Aunt Wang, this tastes really good, you should try it too."

Wang washed her hands first, cleaned the black ash off her hands, and then took the black beans handed to her by Ye Qing.