August brought the harvest season, and Shen Yunfang was busy once again, just like the previous year.
First, she picked all the mature vegetables from her backyard. She sun-dried a portion of the less attractive ones to use for stews in winter. The dried vegetables had a different taste from the fresh ones, offering a unique flavor.
She also picked dozens of the tenderest ears of corn and stored them in her space. Last winter, she would occasionally take some out to either boil or roast; they were so fragrant. That's why she picked even more this year.
Next, she buried the wine she had made in a pit. Ever since she learned how to brew wine two years ago, she'd make a jar every month and bury it in the backyard. Now, after more than a year, she must have nearly twenty jars of wine buried there. If she kept this up, she would run out of places to bury them.
