Liu Guixia was squatting in front of a pickle jar. She removed the lid and took out a handful of yellow-colored cowpea. The cowpea looked very sour at first glance. Even the pregnant Yu Hongyan couldn't help but swallow her saliva as she watched.
The vegetables had been pickled too well.
This cowpea was the first batch of cowpea this year. Back then, his family had eaten some of it, and the rest had been pickled. Now that they were done, they could naturally be taken out to be cooked at night and eaten as salted vegetables with rice.
Hearing the sound of the ox cart outside, Liu Guixia knew that they would probably get the saltpeter today. She quickly put the cowpea aside, closed the lid, and washed her hands. Then, she went out to take a look with Li Hehua and Yu Hongyan.
"How was it, did you get it?" Liu Guixia and the others asked anxiously.
