"Sister, that's not enough yet. We need to soak them for a few days to get out their astringent taste. Then they won't feel astringent and hard when you eat them!"

"Really? Is soaking like this really useful?" Da Wa was very surprised.

"Seriously, sister, if you pick it up and fry it in a few days, it will definitely be delicious." Ling Yun patted her chest to assure her.

The eldest child was doubtful, but did not continue to ask. The younger brother said that it would be a few days, and if it was not delicious by then, it would save him the trouble in the future.

At the same time, he also told Da Wa that the water of bamboo shoots should be changed every morning and they can be eaten for five consecutive days.

She also told her that the water used to soak bamboo shoots should not be used to feed livestock. The eldest child felt that she was confused, how could there be so many rules for making bamboo shoots.

Many people don't know that bamboo shoots are slightly poisonous. If the water in which they are soaked is used to feed domestic pigs, the pigs will suddenly die of illness after eating them.

Why does he know so clearly?

Because he often ate bamboo shoots in later generations, he once fed the soaked water directly to the pigs. As a result, the old sow that he had raised for several years suddenly died.

He originally thought it was the cause of his illness, but later he heard the elders in the village talking about it and realized that the water in which the bamboo shoots were soaked was poisonous.

"Old lady, I just saw a bamboo rat in the chicken coop in the woodshed. What's going on?"

Ling Dashan, who came back from outside at dinner time, suddenly found a bamboo rat in the chicken coop and was very surprised.

"Your precious grandson was caught digging bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest." Speaking of this, her face was filled with a smile.

"Oh? My dear grandson rarely goes out. Why would he want to go out and dig for that thing today?"

"He clamored for food today, so he asked Da Wa to take him there. Didn't you see that the bucket in the kitchen still contains his harvest today?"

"If he likes to toss, let him toss for a while. Maybe he can bring us more surprises next time." Ling Dashan didn't object, and his grandson would do whatever he wanted.

"Anyway, there's not much work in the fields. Let Daren go to town tomorrow to sell the bamboo rats and see if there are any day laborers."
Chapter completed!