Rebirth: the fiery age of Mori Gong's children

Chapter 40 Bear Meat Buns
I listen to the radio every morning when I wake up, so the publicity effect is definitely good.

Soon, everyone in the stadium knew that a new club was going to be built in the stadium.

All of a sudden, every family in the forest farm was happy and everyone was happy. Even the children who went to school were jumping and jumping when they went to school.

Of course, this new club has to be built, and everyone's normal work cannot be stopped.

After breakfast, Sheng Xiping took the pickaxe and led the educated youths to work in the fields.

After a rain the night before, the ground became more moist and loose, so the work would not be as violent as it should be.

However, this rain did not have much impact on the temperature. Everyone was working under the sun, and they were still sweating profusely.

"Qing Lan, I'm going to eat at home this afternoon, my mother said to make buns today."

During the break, Sheng Xiping handed Zhou Qinglan his water bottle, by the way.

I brought back the meat yesterday, it was so fat and oily.

There are some skinny ones left, Zhang Shuzhen said when she was eating in the morning, she wanted to make some steamed stuffed buns to eat.

At this time, the cabbage, radish sprouts, and water radishes in the vegetable field can be used as stuffing. Get some vegetables mixed with Heixiazi meat and wrap a few pots of buns.

Firstly, everyone can satisfy their cravings, and secondly, cooking is also less worrying.

Otherwise, the weather is hot at this time, and the meat will spoil if left for a long time.

"Oh, okay, then I'll go there in the afternoon and help my aunt cook together."

Zhou Qinglan took the kettle and nodded before drinking it.

The meeting gifts given by the Sheng family were all accepted, so there's really no need to be pretentious at this time.

The Sheng family did not regard Zhou Qinglan as an outsider, and Zhou Qinglan gradually got used to getting along with the Sheng family.

After speaking, Zhou Qinglan opened the lid of the kettle and took a sip of water, and then found that the water was different, it was sweet.

"Huh? Is this sweet?" The sweet cold boiled water feels so refreshing when you drink it.

"Did you make sugar water? Oh, it's too wasteful. I'll just drink plain water."

Most of the time, Zhou Qinglan would bring a pot of water from Tang's house to work in the morning.

When I run out of drinks on the mountain, I can only use river spring water or river water. If I work on Houdadi, I will go to the cafeteria to fetch water at noon.

"Taste carefully, is that the taste of sugar water?" Sheng Xiping smiled and didn't say much.

Zhou Qinglan took another sip after hearing the words, feeling that it was different this time. "It seems to be more fragrant than sugar water."

"It's honey water. I dug out a honeycomb last winter and got a lot of honey. When I got up early, I washed some honey with plain water."

It was pure wild honey, and the taste was naturally much better than sugar water.

"Girl, drink some honey water."

It seems that I heard people say that honey water can resist oxidation, whiten and so on.

Although Sheng Xiping thinks that Zhou Qinglan's skin is pretty good and is already very fair, as a woman, she still needs to pay more attention to maintenance.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, at least the honey water is delicious.

"You are really capable, you can do everything." Zhou Qinglan looked at Sheng Xiping with admiration, "I really admire you, you are so capable."

It has to be said that the praise of the girl he likes can really make a man intoxicated.

Even an old guy like Sheng Xiping, who had experienced countless things in his heart, felt a little ecstatic at this moment.

Sheng Xiping shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Sure enough, a man, even at eighty, still looks like a stunned young man in front of the woman he likes.

There is still so much land left unturned, how can there be much time for small talk?

Sheng Xiping gave the kettle to Zhou Qinglan, and after a few instructions, he continued to work with his pickaxe.

Swinging the pickaxe to plan the ground all day long, by the afternoon, everyone's arms ached from exhaustion, and their waists couldn't straighten up.

When Lao Hu saw this, he got off work before five o'clock.

This time Sheng Xiping didn't call anyone else, he just called Zhou Qinglan and went back to Sheng's house.

Zhang Shuzhen is at home and has already started making steamed buns.

Add a little white flour to the corn noodles, and put the old noodles to ferment.

The cabbage in the vegetable garden has grown quite tall, and it happened to be all gathered back. After cleaning, they were scalded with hot water, dried and chopped.

Stir in the minced meat of Heixiazi meat, chopped green onion, salt, pepper noodles, etc.

Add a little less soy sauce, and the umami taste will come out immediately.

It happens that the noodles are also opened, knead the noodles and knead them into strips, cut them into even pieces, and roll them with a rolling pin a few times to wrap them.

The corn flour is relatively thick and a bit dregs. Although it is mixed with some white flour, it can't make round buns like pure white flour.

So it has to be like making dumplings, the two sides are closed, and the pleats can be pinched twice, and if they can’t be pinched, they can be pulled down.

Put the wrapped buns on the cover curtain, or directly put them on the pot curtain covered with drawer cloth, and steam them in the pot when they are full.

Zhang Shuzhen started early, and Sheng Yunfang and Sheng Yunfei also helped after school.

So when Sheng Xiping came back with Zhou Qinglan, Zhang Shuzhen was putting the second pot of buns into the pot.

Sheng Xitai, who usually runs out to play after school, didn't go out today.

He was staring at the golden-colored steaming steamed buns on the curtain of the sorghum stalks beside the pot, and swallowed hard.

"Auntie, let me help you."

As soon as Zhou Qinglan entered the door, she saw Zhang Shuzhen picking up steamed buns in the pot, and hurriedly rolled up her sleeves and said.

"No need, it'll be fine soon.

You guys are tired from working in the fields all day, go wash your hands and drink some water, we will have dinner when your uncle comes back. "

How could Zhang Shuzhen make Zhou Qinglan reach out to work?Besides, she's almost done with it here, so there's no need to take another hand.

The pot of the Sheng family is not too small, with eight seals, you can put two layers of pot curtains.

Today's pot curtains are not as aluminum or stainless steel as those of later generations, they are all made of rattan.

Sometimes a wooden pot fork is placed underneath to prevent the pot curtain from deforming over time.

When the family has a large population and the children eat a lot, it is rare to make buns once, so there must be more.

At noon, Zhang Shuzhen sent out a big pot of noodles, and at the moment, the upper and lower layers of pot curtains were used in the pot.

Fearing that the upper and lower floors would be too close to each other and the buns would be crowded, Zhang Shuzhen deliberately put three bowls on the edge of the pot on the bottom floor.

With these three bowls, the gap in the middle is enough.

Put another layer of pot curtain on top, so that a lot of buns can come out of one pot.

Otherwise, in this hot summer, steamed buns will be steamed in one pot, and the kang will be very hot at night.

Anyway, in the past few days, the pot at home has not stopped at night, and there is no way to sleep, and the four of them squeezed into the kang.

Zhang Shuzhen was so hot at night that she couldn't sleep and she was thinking about it. Otherwise, she would buy another pot and change the Westinghouse stove into a pot stove. It would be convenient to cook with two pots.

Otherwise, set up a stove in the yard, and cook those firewood-consuming dishes outside in summer.

It also saves some delicious food at home, the house is like a steamer, and it is true to suffer in summer.

But after thinking about it, my son already has a partner. If he is not sure, he will get married next year and go out and live alone.

It seems that there is no need to make another pot here.

(End of this chapter)