A Rural Life in the 70s

Additional: "Brothers go on their own, can also hurry, I take a little past to taste for Da Bo Niang, it is estimated that Da Bo Niang also has to pickle... I stayed at home and helped my uncle to clean up."

"Hey, hey, that's great. You are picking up more of your big-haired mother, and picking up the cabbage." Hey, mother..." Chenghe is with Xiaoqiu, cold and cold. The man slaps from behind and looks back. It is Wei Hongmei who remembers the pickles of Xiaoqiu and sees the results.

"You are a stinky boy, are you yelling at me here? I see you are not itching for three days?" Wei Hongmei's 'cross-browed eyebrows' landed, Xiaoqiu was under the anger of her face, watching It’s impossible to hide it.

"Hey, mother, don't fight... don't fight... I dare say you... autumn, I am leaving, I just said, you don't forget..." Chenghe hugged his head while still not worried. I ran to the gate and stopped again. Wei Hongmei made another slap in the face and he ran away.

Not waiting for the river to run away, Xiaoqiu laughed: "Da Bo Niang, you are a proper ‘I’m a relative is love’!”

"Hey..." Wei Hongmei finally couldn't help but laugh. "Your big brother is sensible, and your third brother is still not tuned. It is not the same as the length. You can't be scared, you can't be scared. The chaos is coming... Xiaoqiu, the pickles are in the middle?"

"In the middle, in the middle, Dabo Niang is trying to taste!" Xiaoqiu agreed to put the kimchi in the bowl up. Wei Hongmei did not use chopsticks. He directly reached out and peeled a piece of kimchi into his mouth.

For a moment, her eyes lit up: "Hey, don't say, this smell is really weird. It's no wonder that the stupid boy in Chenghe wants to make my cabbage a curse! Oh... it’s not a bad thing. Misfortune, however, this thing is delicious again, and the dishes have to be left. In the winter, you can make dumplings and stew a pot. You can't use this."

Wei Hongmei made a mistake and quickly explained it.

Xiaoqiu didn't care. He smiled and said: "This dish is a raw stew. Dahao Niang is trying to do more. I have a lot of seasonings... I don’t have much salt. Say, I have grinded some shrimp powder, and this year's just bad shrimp paste, which is cleaner than the outside, and the taste is also right, Dabo Niang is not polite."

"Hey, Cheng, I won't confess with you." Wei Hongmei readily agreed, turned and walked back. "So, I don't have a number. I will go back and calculate, and come back to you."

Did not take a few steps, the bicycle rang, and then Wei Hongmei greeted with joy: "Hey, are you two kids over the week? Just in time, Chenghe, they went to the river to catch the fish, Xiaoqiu said to be kimchi stewed fish... Oh, kimchi is a kind of pickles that Xiaoqiu Xinyan drums come out, sour and spicy, delicious!"

I heard that they have already entered the river, and Wu Ge can't wait for a moment. Qin Lan was slowed down two steps. He took two bags of milk powder and two boxes of canned meat from his backpack and handed it to Xiaoqiu. He smiled and said: "Little winter's milk powder... Li Mama said, this time I didn't find more. The milk powder ticket, take these two bags and eat them, and you can have them when you finish eating."

Xiaoqiu is also welcome, smiled and picked up.

Song Xiulian walked out of the house, and she was very unwilling to go: "Xiao Dong is also nearly two birthdays. I can eat with adults. My nephew goes back to tell your mother Li, don't let her spend money to buy milk powder."

Qin Xiao smiled and waved: "Mother Li said, let Aunt Song not have to be polite with her. She also said that Xiaodong is better off this fall. During weaning, milk powder can not be broken."

Song Xiulian, a traditional woman, is obviously not very embarrassed to discuss the weaning with a half-year-old boy. She said with a slight sigh: "There was a break in the autumn harvest in the past few days... These days are not very important, and the meal is also fragrant. You go back to you, Ms. Li, don't let her remember. When the child was a child, she was born weak and weak, every day milk powder and eggs were eaten. Now the skin is raised early, and the weaning is not so much that people get angry. Just put it down."

Qin Hao nodded and nodded, greeted him, hurried out, chasing Wu Ge.

Xiaoqiu handed over the milk powder to Song Xiulian, and said: "Mother also don't care too much. We don't have a side at home. This year's peanuts, sweet potatoes, sesame seeds, and mung beans are sent to Li Wei. Let's have a little raise. The chickens are also fat enough. When the two of them go back, they will catch the two and let them bring them... and they will come and go, and they will come and go!"

Song Xiulian sighed and said: "These things are all raised by our own family. What is the value? People have been eating your brother for nearly two years, but it is nothing to find. Where can I compare with those of my family!"

In this era, because of the planned economy, the gap between urban and rural areas is very different. Farmers always have a kind of mentality to look up to the people who supply food. For those rare things that need to be purchased by ticket, because they are rare, they are very rare...

This is the difference in concept caused by the times. Xiaoqiu didn't want to correct anything. She smiled and turned and continued to pack her own kimchi jar.

Chengjiang Chenghe’s ‘Fish Eagle’ nickname is not white, and near eleven o’clock, the brothers will return to the half-faced potted fish. Because Xiaoqiu didn't ask for it, the fish that came back here were big and small, all kinds of different kinds, big squid, half a squid, chopsticks, grassy roots, willow-sized squid, and Drill the mud that has been drilled. Xiao Qiu even saw two crabs with claws and claws on the side of the washbasin...

Anyway, the miscellaneous fish, she is also simply not picking up, regardless of the size of the fish are cut clean. Put the oil on the pan, stir-fry the onion and ginger, put the fish into the pan and fry it slightly, then add the soup, boil the fire, add the sliced ​​kimchi and simmer slowly, and take the prepared noodles into a pancake in the pan. Put a lap on the helper, cover the lid, turn to a small fire and simmer for half an hour. The red Yingying soup is thickened, and the spicy fish soup is overflowing with the aroma. The kimchi fish soup is stewed and can be cooked. La!

Most of the big pot fish, with kimchi stewed in half a pot, but the cake can only be posted a circle, after all, limited, Xiaoqiu and Xiaoxia ran over, even the big brother and the sea brothers shouted to eat together, the cake is not enough, simply small After the autumn fish, he licked more than a dozen dice in the pot.

Each person is holding a bowl of fish, holding a cake or a steamed bun in his hand, eating fish and soup to eat steamed buns, and eating sweating one by one, but he is also happy.