A Rural Life in the 70s

The first thing to do is of course steaming. Yesterday was the dry food sent by Auntie. Now I have a little help, so I can’t point to the aunt to send dry food. Besides this time, after the end of the year, the Lantern Festival is not steaming dry food. It will be steamed down in the second half of the year, stored in the oysters, and has been eaten for the first month and fifteen. This is a huge task.

Going to the front of the scorpion that stored the white noodles, Xiaoqiu later remembered it, and he forgot to add some white noodles to the house! Compared with rice, the S province staple food that belongs to the North China Plain is still a pasta!

However, it was not too late to find out at this time. Xiaoqiu took out the empty sesame bucket and took the sesame bucket out of it. He changed the sesame in the bucket into a small half-barrel white noodles and re-closed it.

Because of the short time, half a catty of sesame has doubled, and it has become a pound more. Xiaoqiu is still in a small pocket. Then, she took out the black porcelain pots from the home and dug a half-pot of white noodles, four to five pounds, and then went up to the raft.

Song Xiulian looked at her daughter's skinny little man and moved a big basin. Because she was forced to look like a red face, it was really distressing. She quickly said: "Xiaoqiu, I will be two days, I will soon I can go to the ground, and when I come to steam dry food, I will do it."

Xiaoqiu rubbed his hair with his back and smiled at his face. "Mother, are you afraid that I will not steam, give you this white face? Oh, I am on the face, you tell me something. I will not ruin the flour!"

Song Xiuju also washed the diapers, washed their hands and came in: "Sister, don't worry, I am working with Xiaoqiu. This year's shackles are also steamed by me. Don't worry, you can't get rid of your white noodles."

By the two of them, Song Xiulian couldn't help but smile even if she was distressed.

Next, Xiaoqiu and Xiaoyan worked together. Xiaoqiu used a small basin to warm the water, and opened the noodles used for the noodles in the warm water. Xiaoyan had already taken off the cotton jacket, tied the apron, saved the sleeves, and sat down.炕上, start and face. And good noodles, can not steam immediately, take a clean curtain to cover the basin, and take a clean mattress to cover the basin, placed in the corner of the skull, quietly waiting for the surface to start.

After finishing this, Song Xiuju asked Xiaoqiu: "Is the wallpaper bought?"

Xiaoqiu sneered: "I just thought about sending the paste wall, and I ended up thinking about it with me!"

Seeing her two laughing, Song Xiulian could not help but laugh.

Because Song Xiulian sat on the moon, and the little brother could not be alarmed, Xiaoqiu did not intend to make a big move, and he played a little bit of paste, and with Song Xiuju, he confuses the shackles, using the newspapers given by the prince Wang Liqun— - The newspapers ordered by the brigade, no one looked at them, were locked by the uncle, and the members of the brigade at the end of the year were divided into walls. Because Xiaoqiu’s family is closer to Wang Liqun’s family, he can get a little bit of light every year.

After the completion of the wall, it was not until noon. Xiaoqiu went to the place where the grain was placed, and packed up several kinds of miscellaneous grains: red beans, kidney beans, and red dates. Red bean kidney beans are used to steam bean bags and need to be brewed for cooking. Red dates are used to steam jujube cakes and rice cakes. You need to pick one, then go through the hot water again and go to bitterness.

See Xiaoqiu to clean up these, Song Xiuju reminded: "You have prepared a rice cake for you, you don't need to steam first, and you will be sent when your mother is steamed."

Xiaoqiu also smiled and responded. He took out the face of the donkey that he was about to take out, and untied his pocket. The rice cake steamed out from the scorpion noodles is yellow. It is not as viscous as the glutinous rice noodles. However, since there is a unique scent, Xiaoqiu likes this taste, but the yield of scorpion is low, and there are not many people, just Habitually plant a little, the New Year's day should be. Xiaoqiu now has the conditions, and naturally he has to seek some welfare for himself.

Soaking the beans and red dates, Xiaoqiu did not hesitate to grab a hen out, put a salt in a porcelain bowl, and then, holding the chicken head in one hand, holding the kitchen knife in one hand... The hen only struggled a little or two, and he confessed.

An eight-year-old child is so calm and so devastating to kill the chicken... It’s really... weird!

Even Song Xiuju, who stood in the door of the house, couldn’t make a sound with his mouth open. There is a bit of a strange feeling in her heart. Is this person who kills chicken in the yard really a sensible but delicate little niece? How does she feel that she has seen an adult who has gone through the world and is not flustered? Really, Xiaoqiu’s calmness, calmness, and unhurriedness made her once suspected that she saw her mother, Song’s old lady Zhong Yuqin!

Xiaoqiu focused on killing chickens, and Song Xiuju focused on the amazement and worship of the little niece. No one noticed that the fence door was pushed away from the outside. Wang Aiqiao walked in and slammed into the yard and called. He said: "When Xiaoqiu died, Nizi came out. Where did you hide my shoes?...ah...you..."

Xiaoqiu heard the sound and got a kitchen knife hanging on his side. There was still a line of blushing blood on the blade, and he slammed down on the ground!

Her gaze is so cold, so black, like a bottomless abyss, cold pool, no temperature, no sorrow, then set it to you... Instantly take your heart!

Wang Aiqiao is the kind of impetuous and erratic heart. There is no such thing as a root. A pair of such a pair of scorpions instantly forgets the anger and anger. It only feels like a basin of ice water pouring down, let her be cold and tight. Uncontrollable chills!

"You...you don't, don't come over..." Wang Aiqi rushed over, but he didn't enter the house, he was scared to lose color, and in a blink of an eye, he went away, as if there was a ghost behind him!

"Hey? Just ran this way?" Xiaoqiu did not know why he slammed for a moment, looked back at Song Xiuju, spread his hand, smiled heartily: "Small, you said that this person is sick?... Not only is it sick, but it is not sick!"

Xiao Qiu asked himself to answer a question, and Wang Aiqiao, who suddenly ran and ran away, was thrown aside. She thought that she had to get some chicken and try it out. If she could copy the chicken, it would be fine... Even if I copy a chicken leg a day, it is enough to give the chicken soup.

Xing rushing to play a small abacus, Xiao Qiu took the chicken blood bowl, licked the hen, and walked over to the door of the house.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard Song Xiulian complaining: "When you have a child, you will kill the chicken without a word? So good hen, is it bad to keep the egg?"