It took a whole day to boil water, clean the damaged sweet potatoes, slice them, and lay them on the sorghum straw mats that Yang Minggang had given. The mat was one and a half meters wide and three meters long, enough to dry everything.
The time had reached the end of November, and winter was about to begin. Su Yuanyuan started bringing home the cabbages.
At home, she simply tidied the cabbages, trimmed the roots, and removed the rotten leaves.
Outside, only a dozen heads were left; the rest were stored in the space.
Of course, the ones that were not fully grown were prepared to be pickled. The smallest ones were left outside to dry, as dried cabbage is also very tasty.
Especially the buns made with dried cabbage, leeks, and vermicelli.
Su Yuanyuan had already planned. When the lunar month comes, she'll sell these cabbage buns at the train station—it'll surely be more profitable than selling grains.
