Chapter 175 Farmhouse

"Fat Uncle, you cook corn, why don't you leave two ears for me?" As soon as Qiqi finished school, he pointed at the fat man with one finger.

The fat man wiped his black mouth: "I have eaten it all, this autumn corn is really fragrant." As soon as he finished speaking, Maomao poked his head and held a ear of roasted corn and stuffed it into Qiqi's hand. It was obvious that it was its masterpiece, and it was all roasted.

"It's better to have a maomao." Qiqi took the corn and chewed it: "It's a bit bitter. The fat uncle is so stupid. He can't even roast corn well."

"Haha, that's baked by Maomao. I'll bake it for you in the stove pit, and it's still in the pot." The fat man had already left a few ears for Qiqi.

Qiqi hugged the fat man's neck, scented his face, leaving a dark mouth mark, and then jumped into the garden and chopped two sweet poles back.

By the way, this sweet pole is the most proud thing for children. It looks similar to sorghum, and it is all in sections, and each section is more than a foot long.

When you peel off the outer skin, it is green and tender inside. It will produce water when you bite it. It is much sweeter than sugar cubes. And the sweetness is very pure, unlike sugar cane or something, with a noisy smell.

The older the autumn, the sweeter the sweeter the sweeter. When Wu Qiong came in a few days, she ate a lot. As a result, once on the earth, she saw a piece of sorghum. This guy was so happy that she said, "How many sweets are!"

Similar corn stalks are also a bit sweet, but they are much worse than sweet stems. Sometimes when working in the field, when there is no water to drink, chew some corn stalks to quench their thirst.

They also made one of the maomao and put it in their mouths to chew it. Qiqi saw Benbian coming up to hug her thighs and also took a sweet pole for it. Benbian chewed it so hard that he smacked his lips. Bears like to eat sweet food.

After the corn was cured, I took it out and saw that it was burnt yellow and the corn grains were blooming, revealing a fragrance. I took a few ears of braids and rubbed the corn grains with a knife. After a while, I asked the fat man to make pine nut corn.

The fat man washed the edamame, then put the green pods into the pot, sprinkled some salt, and added some pepper ingredients, and cooked slowly over low heat to make the taste enter the edamame.

I fryed two more plates of pine nut corn. The pine nuts were picked last year and can be used to make it strong, and they each account for half of the corn kernels.

Just as I was about to start my meal, Erya came in with a small basin: "Qiqi, my steamed potatoes are grinding paste."

Qiqi looked at the grey potato paste in the basin, which was similar to a coal ball, so she picked up one and took a small bite. It was so sticky that it was very strong and even delicious.

"It just so happens that you can take this pine nut corn back to a plate, and take it back to some edamame - that's what you originally belong to your field." The fat man knew that if you cook something delicious in the countryside, most neighbors will give it some to try it.

Dabianzi sent Erya a trip, and when he came back, he carried a piece of iron piece: "We will also grind potatoes tomorrow."

The old revolutionary smiled and said, "So, let's get some potato paste soup first, that's delicious."

The fat man took the iron sheets and saw that there were dense small eyes on it, all of which were nailed with iron nails. One side was bright, and the other side had a circle of sawings and saws on the eye. Just take the potatoes and draw circles back and forth on it, you can grind the potatoes into crushed noodles, and then use them to wrap the filling, or pinch them into long strips, knead them into small balls, and put them in the pot to cook soup.

"Hehe, you have to order potatoes first." As soon as the fat man heard that he wanted to get something to eat, he arranged it first.

In three or five days, the potatoes from each household were all raised, and then they were picking corn, cutting soybeans, cutting millet and millet. In more than ten days, the earth became bare, leaving only empty corn stalks standing there.

The most lively place is the courtyard, with soybean pastures and valley pastures, each one higher than the other. If you can't put it in the courtyard, just put a small courtyard behind your own room, so you can still play the court.

Every household's courtyard is full of autumn harvest. Under the eaves are strings of red peppers, worn with hemp rope, densely packed. Whenever you want to eat it, you will crush it and fry some chili oil, which is fragrant and spicy.

It doesn’t matter if there is no oil. Put the dried peppers in the stove pit and roast them. The baked ones are so baked. Put them in the pickled cabbage soup. You can sweat all over your head. That’s a pleasure.

In addition to chili, there are also skewers of red mushrooms. There are two kinds of mushrooms. The same is yellow mushroom, which is sweeter, and the other is red mushrooms. They are big but have a bitter taste and must be cooked and dried before they can be eaten. It also reduces inflammation and reduces heat. There is a toothache and a bit of mouth. Chewing some red mushrooms will be fine in two days.

On the clothes drying rope, there are strings of dried eggplants. The eggplants that were originally half a foot long now drooped to two feet long. The secret here lies in the knife technique.

It’s hard to dry thoroughly, so I put a flower knife on both sides of the eggplant, and then stretch it out and grow it. Put a small hole in the eggplant, and put the other eggplant into the string, and then put it on the rope to dry.

In addition to this, there are shredded beans, broken bean slices, etc. on the cover curtain. These dried vegetables will be taken out and stewed when the spring comes to the beginning of the next year.

It was originally a helpless act, something urgent to save. In the eyes of fat people, these dried vegetables are good things. When stewed with a larger amount of oil, it is stewed with oil. It tastes no worse than fresh vegetables.

The best thing is dried potatoes. First, peel off the potato skins, cut them into small circles with a knife, and place them neatly on the curtains. You can dry them into hard and golden dried potatoes in two days.

In winter, put it in when stewing chickens and stewed big goose, and it will be strong and the meat tastes inside. However, this thing must be stewed with good things, chicken, duck, fish, and other things.

The fat man's family has been drying dried potatoes this year, and after that, it also has half a bag of noodles, which is probably enough for him and Qiqi, the little greedy cat.

The autumn is clear and cool. Although it is not as hot as summer, it is the most willing to dry things. Therefore, no matter how busy every household is, women should prepare enough dried vegetables.

In addition, you need to prepare some corn, hang it under the eaves, dry it, and keep the fried corn flowers in winter.

Fried corn is different from popcorn. Popcorn is to explode all the corn, and stir-fried corn is to put a layer of sand in the pot. First heat the sand, then put the corn kernels inside and stir-fry them over low heat. The corn kernels do not burst into flowers, but there are only a few cracks.

After frying, use a sieve to sift the sand back into the pot and continue to fry the next pot. The fried popcorn sounds loud and crispy when chewed, and it’s crispy and crispy. Use this to make it zero for two winter meals.

When the little kids were in school, they had a bag of corn in their pockets. When the get out of class was over, the sound of gaba was heard, which was so spectacular.

There are also naughty people who have to play tricks when eating corn. When they throw it up, they almost hit the shed. Then they catch the corn with their mouths. They practice this technique, and they play while eating.

Last winter, Fatty's house also fryed it. Comrade Maomao was infected by Er Feizi and the others and practiced his skills in picking up corn. Now he has reached the point of perfection. He can jump into the air and firmly connect the corn to his mouth.

This is how life in a farmer is. It contains vitality in plainness. It seems ordinary, but when you savor it carefully, it also has a taste.

After the fat man finished his work at home, he went to the yard to follow him. He would help him with his work if he had any work.

The people in the yard were shouting happily, rumbling stones, pressing soybeans, threshing millet, and using these more primitive farm tools. Fatty is not good at raising the field. He is good at Strength jobs that best reflect the manly spirit, such as carrying sacks, pulling sacks, etc.

There were several young men in the village who were known as strong men who were not convinced and just competed with the fat man to carry sacks. The fat man was really unambiguous. The 200-pound soybean bag pressed on his shoulders and still walked as fast as he could.

Later, when he saw that the other young men were like this, the fat man smiled slightly, carried a bag, and rode a horse and squatted towards the end: "One more."

As a result, he piled up another bag, a total of 400 kilograms, and the fat man carried it away. This time he suppressed the young men who called the number, and it was 400 kilograms. It was probably if someone else would just press it down.

After helping carry the sack, he helped Wang Sanpao's family thrust into pieces and thresh millet. One by one, it was more pleasing than a horse. The people in the yard laughed and praised. If others wanted to pull it, they would probably have to be tired after two laps.

"Fatty, I'll work hard to give you a bucket of millet at that time." Wang Sanpao just occasionally moved his fork to turn over the grass on the ground.

The fat man laughed: "Everyone listened, after we had enough wheat bran, grain bran, etc., we had to hand it over to the public after we had enough of it. The flat-mouthed guys in our geese factory and duck factory have to eat it."

Everyone agreed in a hurry, and the boss of the car shouted again: "Fatty, if you want to beat all the crops in the yard, you will belong to you."

The fat man looked at the hills and staggered, not even the stone roared: "Switch people quickly - what, change horses quickly."

"Fatty, don't run away. I'll take care of the meal at noon." Wang Sanpao laughed.

"We'll go and welcome the distinguished guests later." The fat man strode out of the yard and saw two big carriages parked there, filled with pots, pans, and furniture.

"Uncle Yaozi, you are really here!" The fat man grabbed Lao Yaozi's hand and shook it hard.

"Haha, I heard that I was going to build a road, so I came after the game. Fortunately, there were not many places." Lao Yaozi smiled heartily, and then introduced a woman in her forties behind him to the fat man and said, "This is my wife."

"Hello, Auntie." The fat man shouted warmly, but found that Aunt Yaozi's face was cold and cold. The fat man understood as soon as he thought about it: Kaoshantun is a famous poor nest, and the girls in the village are looking for their husband's house outside, who would like to come to this broken place?

In this section, I look at old medicine more highly and can move the house in line with the pressure of my family. That's a pure man.

"Aunt, don't be rich now, Kaoshantun is still not rich, and you can fight a turnaround next year. Then you can see." The fat man gave him a pill of peace of mind first.

The boss of Wang Sanpaoche and others also surrounded him, pounding Lao Yaozi's chest one by one, and finally making Lao Yaozi grin. This was too enthusiastic, and this meeting gift was a bit unbearable.

"No one is asking about the poor in the downtown area. There are distant relatives in the deep mountains. Old medicine, you are the opposite. You ran to the valley and worked with everyone. Our men, women, and young men in Kuoshantun have this love in our hearts."

Mr. Li Wu was walking by the yard, just in time for this incident, so he came up to say hello. His words were heavy, and everyone kept nodding. Even Aunt Yaozi's face was much cheerful.

"Move things first, the house will be freed up for you long ago. Although it is a little broken, I will deal with it first. I will build a new house for you next year - that's what, it's a new house." Captain Li was happy and his mouth was a little uncontrollable.

As he was talking, Erya and Qiqi ran over quickly and panted, yelling: "Grandpa, grandpa, our lamb is swelling to death after eating soybeans--"

It is said that there are often such things in rural areas. They cannot be taken care of during busy farming. If the animals eat too much soybeans, and then when they drink water, the beans will swell, which can make the old cows die alive.

Captain Li was stunned at first, then waved his hand: "If you die, you will die. Anyway, you have to kill and eat meat in winter. Old medicine, you still have good fortune. Let's eat mutton!"

After hearing this, the fat man quickly spoke: "What are you doing? Let's eat it!"
Chapter completed!