Zhulan withdrew her gaze and turned to the backyard. Today, she needed to pickle the vegetables, which wasn't a small task.
The backyard was filled with cabbages, and with no vegetables to eat in winter, they usually pickled two large vats, but Zhulan had made calculations, "This year, pickling one vat will be enough."
Lady Li didn't want to eat salted vegetables all winter long, and having pickled vegetables would offer a variety of flavors, "Mother, we've always had two vats, one won't be enough."
"I know what I'm doing. This year we're just pickling one vat. This afternoon, we'll chop all the remaining cabbages and store them in the cellar, and we also should sun dry more hot peppers this year."
Zhulan was thinking about the spicy pickled cabbage; she was waiting for Wang Ru to prepare it. Naturally, she wanted to keep more cabbages—hmm, she thought, perhaps they could buy some more cabbages to bring back.
