A Rural Life in the 70s

Before I heard Wang Jianguo’s compensation to the daughter-in-law outside the house, Xiaoqiu already knew that this year must go to the grandfather’s house. Therefore, when Wang Limin said it, she was not surprised, and she would not be too embarrassed. She was very tempered and smiled and said: "Okay!"

Wang Limin’s face was a joy, and he was about to say what he hadn’t said yet. He listened to Xiaoqiu and smiled and said: “Hey, dumplings eat early tomorrow, is the rabbit meat...”

"Ah, ah, the rabbit has it, you have already picked it up. Right, I have a set in the scorpion. I looked at the pheasant paw prints in that place. I will go see it, if there is, give it to your mother. Stew a pheasant soup, that is better than the family to raise chicken." Wang Limin looked guilty of sin, and said that he went into the house and confessed to the wife and children, and hurriedly went out.

Not to mention, Wang Limin's ability to lay the ropes is still reliable. This trip, really let him bring back two pheasants. The pheasant is smaller than the domestic chicken, and it doesn't have much meat. The stew is excellent.

Xiaoqiu Xiaoxia joyfully followed Wang Limin into the house, Xiaoxia patted his hands to use the pheasant tail to make the scorpion, Xiaoqiu automatically asked the simmering water to fade the feathers.

Her movements were extremely fast, and Wang Yimin did not wait for the reaction. Xiaoqiu had already turned the pheasant into small pieces. Of course, the reason for this is just to make a cover, put a copy of the chicken leg into it, and put a pheasant up.

She collected chicken legs, rabbit legs, and now add a pheasant, then after the end of the year, even if Wang Limin did not have time to go down the rope, there is no shortage of meat... Oh, no, really no Wang Limin rope sets The cover, she has no more flesh can not get out... Xiaoqiu touched his chin, but also had to think of a way to save some meat, but also give her a legitimate reason to eat meat.

So thinking about it, Xiaoqiu saw Wang Limin and tried to ask: "Hey, can you have a living thing caught with a rope?"

Wang Limin replied casually: "There are more than half of them living..."

Halfway through, Wang Limin suddenly felt that he was afraid of being a prostitute, and some could not bear it. He quickly looked at the past, but he saw that Xiaoqiu’s face was not unhappy, but he frowned slightly as if he was pondering: "Why, do you still want to raise? what?"

Xiaoqiu looked at Wang Limin’s eyes and revealed his hope: “Can you?”

Wang Limin sighed and raised his hand to touch his daughter's head. He said: "I don't want to bring you back to raise it. The actual investigation is tight. The commune has two heads down to check the 'cutting tail', and the chickens are not allowed to raise more. Raise these..."

The hope in Xiaoqiu’s eyes shattered, and he bowed his mouth slightly.

Looking at the big niece, Wang Limin is both distressed and embarrassed. The daughter just wants to raise a few rabbit pheasants, but he can't help her.... Well, it can be discussed at a discretion, and it is not impossible. However, don't tell the child for the time being. If you can't do it, the child will be happy again.

Next, the father and the daughter did not mention this matter again. After the rabbit meat chicken was picked up, Wang Limin was cooking the meat. Xiaoqiu put the remaining two hares in the basket and hung it to the shed in the west.粱上.

There are four or five baskets hanging on the shacks of the west side of the shack. There are small cakes, small autumn steamed pine cakes, jujube cakes, rice cakes from the oysters, and salted fish bacon before Song Xiulian.

Xiao Xia’s illness was basically good. Xiao Qiu no longer restrained her. She only wore cotton trousers and hat scarf, which allowed her to sunbathe in front of the house.

When the meat in the pot overflowed, Xiaoqiu poured half a pot of potato into the pot, and Wang Limin washed the salted fish and smashed it into small pieces.

Then, Xiaoqiu took a small aluminum pan on the brazier, poured a small bowl of white sugar, added a little water, and the small fire began to tanning. When the syrup is thick and golden, and the syrup is slowly spread into a small flag with chopsticks, Xiaoqiu will pour the peanuts and sesame seeds into the syrup, stir fry, and evenly wrap the syrup. After rice and sesame, Wang Limin helped pour the sesame peanuts with syrup on the oiled chopping board, and cooled slightly. Xiaoqiu flattened it with a rolling pin, then cooled it for a while, when it was not sticky, Xiaoqiu used The knife is cut into small pieces of diamonds, which becomes the most traditional peanut sesame sugar.

Xiao Xia couldn’t sit still, and Baba waited for the table. I felt that the candy was not hot, and Xiaoqiu took a piece of corner and stuffed it into Xiaosha’s mouth—not that she was not willing to give it to her sister, but that the chunks cooled slowly, the surface felt cold, and still inside. Hot, she is afraid to burn to her sister.

Sugar and peanut sesame are limited, one pot of peanut sesame sugar will also hold two plates, Xiaoqiu determined that the sugar is completely cooled, and then smashed two pieces to let the little summer clothes slowly eat in the pocket, and stuffed a piece into Wang Limin's mouth, For the rest, she went into the back room and put it in the drawer of the cabinet.

New Year's relatives and relatives, the family did not buy snacks and fruits, hand-made a plate of sugar, it is not bad.

Of course, she did not forget her mother Song Xiulian and herself. Even she put a piece of candy on the younger brother's mouth. Xiaodong tasted the sweetness and wrapped it a few mouthfuls. She was stopped by Song Xiulian: "Xiao Dong also Too small to eat too sweet!"

Xiao Qiu gave up this and put the candy he had tasted by his brother into his mouth.

Song Xiulian is also eating a little bit, very satisfied: "When did you drop out of school to make sugar? Although you can't give it to you, but it is not sticky, good!"

Xiaoqiu wrinkled a small nose and smiled and said: "My fire is still not well controlled, a little bit bitter..."

Song Xiulian smiled and said: "These crafts are not a one-skilled one. They have to practice again and again. Now there is nothing in the family to give you a hand, wait a little better, wait a little better, and buy more sugar for you to practice."

"Hey, mother is so good! It hurts me the most!" For the big cake on the mother's painting, Xiaoqiu naturally wants to be grateful.

Xiaoxia followed her sister into the house, or chased the sugar plate and came in. She heard Xiaoqiu’s words and immediately became vigilant. She quickly plunged her small short legs and slammed it on her knees. She reached out to her mother. : "Mother is the most painful thing for me!"

In the case of such a thing, Song Xiulian naturally thought of a bowl of water. But before she could talk, Xiaoqiu reached out and hugged her sister, and smiled and said: "Mother's most painful person is me!"

"Ah, the mother is the most painful..." Xiao Xia still wants to argue, but Xiaoqiu stretched his index finger to block his mouth.

"But, little girl, you forgot, you have a pain in addition to the mother, and my sister hurts, so you don't suffer at all, isn't it?" Xiaoqiu smiled and did a good job.