The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

Chapter 7 Nephews and Niecees
  He might as well cook by himself, so he won't have to wait hard for his mother to cook. In his previous life, he was good at cooking. His hometown was in Pengcheng, and his wife was from Lingnan. Their tastes were so different that they forced her to be very good at cooking.

Moreover, he has taken care of his wife for several years and lived alone on a small island for several years. His cooking skills are no less than those of ordinary chefs. He is particularly good at home-cooked dishes, and his best specialty is the ground pot series.

When I found the grain bag at home, there was only about three kilograms of whole wheat flour, which is the kind that crushes all the wheat. It looks a bit dark.

There are about ten kilograms of cornmeal, more than thirty kilograms of cornmeal, dried sweet potatoes, and corn crumbs. It seems that life at home is not that good.

He took out five kilograms of rice, a large piece of roe deer meat, about three kilograms of pork belly, and a bunch of fresh tender beans from the bag. He asked Dagang to get two green onions and prepare to make dumplings and meat buns. It is simple and convenient. I estimate that in the future Mom is reluctant to let go.

While Dagang was out, he sent the two younger ones to play. The stuff was instantly processed into dumpling fillings in the space, much faster than a meat grinder. They were placed in a basin and covered with a lid made of sorghum stalks. , What does a little kid know?

I originally wanted to use white flour, but I think my mother would be very distressed, so instead of torturing her, let’s add cornmeal to make a second-mixed noodle!
  In the space, because he often makes pasta, many friends asked for his ground pot chicken, especially the pot cakes inside. Several old comrades and younger brothers would bring him flour when they came over. It is estimated that there are still more than 200 left. Jin, it is whiter and finer than any flour now!

There are two hot water kettles at home, but they are not very insulating. They are still the most primitive ones, with a bamboo woven outer shell. Alas, they are already good in this era. They might be the dowry for the fourth child's wedding.

Dagang ran in with a bang, and Mo Bin glared at him, "Slow down, it doesn't hurt if you fall? How can I not feed you? How long have you not eaten meat?"

"Last time I ate mooncakes, I ate two pieces. My grandma secretly gave me a piece of fat meat. It was so delicious... Wow..." Dagang started to drool as he spoke, so he wiped it with his sleeve!
  Mo Bin was disgusted and a little distressed. A seven-year-old child would drool when he recalled the meat he ate more than a month ago. Children in later generations would just throw chicken legs at him without even looking at the fat meat. It was a hard life. It hasn’t started yet!

"Okay, go and watch your brothers and sisters. You can help me light the fire later. I'll have enough meat buns today." Mo Bin waved him off, preventing him from cheating on making dumplings and buns.

Dagang took a serious look at the pork belly and roe deer meat, made a gesture of swallowing, turned around and left reluctantly.

Mo Bin and the other kids returned to their home. They took the opportunity to pack their luggage and took out the dried bacon, sausages and several large pieces of roe deer meat sent by their comrades. They were checked in and mailed. There were so many excuses, who could go? Can't you check him?

I also took the opportunity to smuggle out some of the things in the space. I changed all the packaging and used tin cans, glass bottles, and kraft paper instead of outer packaging. I took out two kilograms of milk powder, five kilograms of white sugar, three kilograms of brown sugar, and five kilograms of toffee. Five kilograms of melon seeds, five kilograms of fried peanuts, six sets of old military uniforms, the straps of the backpack were untied, and there were two sets of quilts inside. These were all gifts from comrades in arms. The troops didn't have anything good to give, and some people gave them enamel tanks.

After thinking about it, I made two more large curtains in the living room of the villa, and three smaller ones. There was no need for them inside at all. There was no one except him. I took five pure white quilt covers in the guest room, and they were light. The blue one took three.

Remove all zippers and sewing edges, fold them neatly, and make clothes for your family. Don’t be dissatisfied with second-hand ones. Some are good to wear. Just look at the patches on your nephews and nieces. You will know that the fabrics at home must be very tight. .

Add water to the big pot, sit on the bamboo grate, find the cage cloth, and forget it, it's rotten, so I just get a new cage cloth from the space. The steamers come in sets, but they can't be taken out. .

He placed a pot full of meat buns, covered the pot and lit the fire, "Dagang, come here and watch the fire." This kid has value.

Dagang was almost at the sound of someone arriving, and he was very anxious at home, just waiting to be summoned!

"Call your younger brothers and sisters over too. I'll get you some peanuts to eat. Do you want some milk powder?" Mo Bin looked at his nephew funny.

"Drink!" Dagang nodded vigorously. He was a fool not to drink. He secretly drank it when he was a younger brother and sister. It was fragrant and sweet, and he couldn't help but lick his chapped lips. Mo Bin washed three bowls and one plate. The boiling water in the tea bottle was still estimated to be 60 or 70 degrees, just right for making milk powder. Each person also added a spoonful of sugar, poor baby!
  Three little kids ran in like a gust of wind. They didn't even look at him, they all stared at the dishes on the table. The little girl was drooling!

"Drink slowly, be careful not to burn it. Dagang, has your sister eaten peanuts?" Mo Bin asked his eldest nephew quickly because he was afraid that his niece might bite him.

"Have eaten. When my grandpa drinks, he often gives two pills to each of us. It's delicious." Dagang said quickly, fearing that he wouldn't eat it.

"Okay, look at your younger brothers and sisters!" Mo Bin looked at his nephews and nieces, feeling a little distressed. In his previous life, he only had nephews and nieces. They were not in the same city since they were young, and they were not very close to him.

When Mo Bin was waiting for the first pot of meat buns to come out, he saw that the three little guys had licked all the bowls clean. He was really angry and funny, and they were cleaner than even brushing.

"Okay, those are yours, don't lick them! Bring the bowls over, and let each meat bun cool first. Don't eat it now, or you'll burn your mouth!" Mo Bin said angrily.

"Second uncle, I'm not afraid of getting burned!" Dagang said quickly.

"Second Uncle, I'm not afraid of getting burned either!"

"Er Zhu Niuniu is not afraid of being burned either."

The little girl was so pitiful that she couldn't speak clearly and was afraid that she wouldn't be able to eat the meat buns.

Mo Bin's eyes turned red for a moment, and he suddenly thought of his daughter, who was his lifeblood. Sometimes his heart ached when he thought about it, and he didn't know if he was living well in a foreign country. What was so good about that ghost place? He had to find one. The half-blood foreigner never came back, and he was so angry that he cursed everyone when he got drunk!
  "Niuniu, be good. I'll give you as much as you want when it cools down. In the evening, my second uncle will make some stew for you, okay?" Mo Bin gently touched the little girl's head. Her little yellow hair was like tangled grass, and she was obviously malnourished. , which is also a common situation among children at present.

"Er Zhu, do you really want to eat stewed meat? Can Niuniu want to eat the fattest one?" The little girl just wants to eat fat meat. People nowadays are short of fat and water in their stomachs, so fat meat is the most popular.

Mo Bin nodded with a smile. He has no shortage of fat. Every night after eight o'clock, Aunt Qian and Pu Pu sell lard suet for five or six yuan a pound. They buy dozens of pounds at a time and refining the oil. They also kill it themselves. There's a big freezer left by the pig.

Meng Xiumei hurriedly walked into the yard and met the third aunt, who was looking towards her home. Her nose was twitching as if she smelled something. Aren't the children acting like monsters at home?

"Sister-in-law Xiumei, you're finally back. Today is a big day for your family. If you need help, let me know. I've been a neighbor for so many years and I have nothing to do." The third aunt's eyes lit up and she greeted her enthusiastically. Go up.

"Sister Yan, are you mistaken? Is there any big day for my family?" Meng Xiumei was confused. Where did the joy come from?
  "Oh, you don't know yet, this Er Binzi! Your second son has changed his job and returned. He heard that he was going to be a section chief in the steel rolling mill. He brought Director Wang from the street here in the morning and bought the four houses. In the afternoon, I had people renovate it, and I also bought the cross-yard homestead behind your house. I want to build a big yard again. Your family will be better off in the future, but you can’t forget your old neighbors." The third aunt said immediately.

"Binzi? You said my second Binzi is back?" Meng Xiumei couldn't hear anything. She only heard that her son, who had been a soldier for ten years, was back. No matter what section chief or house, they were not as important as her son coming back alive. !

"Yes, your second son who is an official is back, alas..." As the third aunt said, the audience had already run away.

(End of this chapter)