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Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation
Xue Yan said, "We can't finish all of them at once. Every year, we have to let them grow and ripen well. When they are ripe, we hang them on the walls and under the eaves. When we are free, we will break them and grind them into powder. Cornbread is made of cornmeal."
"I still think fresh ones are the best."
"Fresh ones can't be stored for that long."
Jiang Yue was naturally aware of this. Before she knew it, she had arrived at the vegetable garden.
This vegetable garden was much bigger than the small vegetable garden in their yard. There were many vegetables, such as chili, eggplant, beans, cucumbers, winter melons, and so on. Corn was planted on the side of the garden in a long row, and its leaves were swaying in the wind.
The cucumbers were tied with vines. Rows of bamboo racks were set up, and the vines of the cucumbers were all on the racks. Many cucumbers could be seen hanging on the racks.