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  Chapter 102 Steamed bean buns

  Liu Qingshan pulled a small sledge and slipped out of Jiapigou.

   This kind of small sledge, in fact, is more suitable to be called a small sledge. There are four side pockets stacked horizontally and vertically on it, and the big yellow rice and millet in it are washed.

   It is best to use rhubarb rice for steamed bean buns, which taste better and are more chewy.

  At the same time, some corn stubble or millet seeds are mixed in it. If you use big yellow rice, it will be too sticky and will not form when steamed.

  Of course, this ratio is not fixed. If you like sticky food, you can add less.

  The grains added are also particular. Mixed with millet, the taste is better and more delicate; mixed with corn stubble, the color is more golden and beautiful.

  Gao Wenxue also followed Xiao Paowao. He was wearing a half-new green coat and a dog fur hat on his head. He looked like a standard rural man.

   But who knew that he was planning to travel far away, going to a metropolis like Shanghai, and was invited to participate in a writer's seminar?

  The time for the seminar is mid-December, so it is time for Gao Wenxue to leave.

   "Brother-in-law, you should change your outfit. Not to mention wearing a suit and leather shoes, you have to get a woolen uniform anyway."

  Looking back, Liu Qingshan always felt that the eldest brother-in-law was dressed a bit rustic, it doesn’t matter what age you are when you judge someone by their appearance.

  Gao Wenxue pushed up the myopia with his hand, saw a small **** in front of him, bent down to help push the sledge, and replied unhurriedly:

   "Sanfenger, I was originally a farmer, even if I become a writer in the future, I will still be a peasant writer."

  The cotton shoes on his feet stepped heavily on the snow, making a snap.

   "This land, this is my root."

   There is really no way to refute this, and Liu Qingshan also figured it out, thinking that the label of peasant writer is actually not bad.

  And the eldest brother-in-law knows that he is rooted in his hometown and has a clear direction of creation. As long as he works hard and perseveres, his future achievements will definitely not be low.

  Because Liu Qingshan knew that whether it was Lu Yao or Mo Yan, they all followed this path.

  While the two were walking and talking, they heard someone yelling from behind, and saw Er Biaozi also dragging a little one for a walk, breathing white breath, and chasing after him.

  His crawler sat on a dirt basket with a shovel in it, and a small pickaxe on his shoulder.

   This set of equipment is very common in rural areas in winter, and is often used by almost every little boy and half-year-old, even some old men.

  It has only one purpose: picking up manure.

  In the past two years, chemical fertilizers have just begun to be used, and the proportion is still very small. Every household still uses farmyard manure as the mainstay.

  So the idlers at home will pull a small sledge and come out to pick up dung in winter.

   If you can plan a large cow dung racket, you will be very happy.

  Er Biaozi also joined the team: "Let's go together. I just happened to go to the commune to pick up dung. Our side has been picked up."

   It took more than ten miles to pull a small sledge, and it took more than an hour to arrive. The two groups dispersed first.

  Liu Qingshan first sent the bag of flour to the grain processing factory, which is called "rice mill" by the locals. There are quite a lot of people washing rice at this time, so it happened to stay here for a walk and wait in line to send the eldest brother-in-law to the car.

   From a distance, I saw Gao Wenxue coming out of the post office, holding a large stack of envelopes in his arms. Looking at it, there must be at least one or two hundred envelopes.

   Readers write too many letters, and I feel sad, and I can't even reply to them.

  Seeing Liu Qingshan, Gao Xuexue simply handed over the letter to him: "Sanfenger, you can answer the letter for me."

   "Brother-in-law, aren't you just dumping the burden?"

  Liu Qingshan is not willing to do this job, one or two letters are still very fresh, and if there are too many, it will be boring to death.

  Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses solemnly: "You also account for half of Gao Shan's pen name. Besides, the manuscript fee is all handed over to you, the shopkeeper."

  Just as the bus came, he hurriedly squeezed into it, and left in such a cool manner.

   "Brother-in-law, go early and return early, have a good trip."

  Liu Qingshan waved and watched the bus leave slowly, feeling very good: Brother-in-law is embarking on a new journey.

  He was carrying a bundle of letters, humming a tune, and strolled back to Mi Nianer, but this tune was a bit out of place, and if the elder brother-in-law heard it, he might reprimand him:

   "Send off comrades, embark on a journey, silently cry two tears, camel bells ringing in my ears..."

  After finishing all the yellow rice, they joined Er Biaozi again, and the two brothers returned with a full load.

  Er Biaozi went around the grain depot and picked up a large basket full of dirt. There were many ox carts and horse-drawn carts selling grain there.

   There was still rattling in his shoulder pocket. When Liu Qingshan heard it, he knew it must be a horseshoe nail picked up, probably for his younger brother to play with.

  Back home, Liu Qingshan took a large black earthenware basin and put yellow rice noodles on it.

  Kneading noodles is the most tiring job, and Liu Qingshan has to go into battle. He clenches his big fists and fights hard in the basin.

   Even though his physical fitness has improved a lot during this period, after a wave of rubbing, he is still sweating profusely from exhaustion.

  The last two black pottery pots were almost full, and they were placed side by side on the top of the kang, covered with a quilt, and they had to be sent out for at least one night.

   Proofing is very important. This night, Lin Zhi got up to check several times. If she made too much effort, her face would turn sour, and the steamed bean buns would be unpalatable.

  The others were not idle, and rice beans had been placed in the cauldron long ago. After they were cooked, they were smashed with a pestle, and then kneaded into small round bean pastes.

  Even the fourth and fifth children followed suit, and stuffed one into their mouths from time to time.

   When the bagging started the next day, grandma also came to help, and several aunts and aunts, as well as other older girls and younger daughter-in-laws, were busy working together.

  When Liu Qingshan saw this picture, he immediately got excited, took out the camera again, clicked and took a few pictures, and promised to send one to each person after it was developed.

  The people who helped were all overjoyed. It is not easy to get a photo these days.

  Put the wrapped bean buns into the pot one by one. They must be squeezed together, otherwise they will all fall to the ground.

  Because of this, when there are too many people in the car, people like to describe it as "bean bag", which comes from this.

  Bean buns are not cooked well, so they need to be steamed for more time, at least forty to fifty minutes.

  In order to prevent the pot lid from leaking, a large sack should be put on the top of the pot lid to cover it tightly.

  When school was over in the afternoon, the first pot of bean buns happened to be cooked, so I lifted the lid of the pot, oh, good guy, the inside is yellow and golden, it is really gratifying to look at.

  Everyone gathered around the pot and set up bean buns, usually two connected together. In order to prevent hot hands, they had to dip some cold water from time to time.

   "Paca buns, Pac buns."

  Xiao Lao Si was hungry, and he and Shan Xing both held rice bowls and yelled by the pot. There was also a bowl of white sugar with a snow-white bottom in the bowl.

   "It's hot, let's let it dry for a while, and ah, don't hit the rice bowl with chopsticks!"

  The eldest sister Liu Jinfeng plucked at the braids of the antenna of the fourth son and told her.

  The fourth child tilted his head and thought about it: "Then I will also dip it in cold water and eat it, so it won't be hot."

   At this time, grandma took over the words: "Caifeng, that's even worse, it will burn your stomach."

  Then grandma began to talk about ancient times: "It is said that one year just after spring, a family was steaming bean buns, and heard someone knocking on the door outside, and looked through the crack of the door. Guess what happened?"

   "Who is coming to visit?"

  The fourth child asked naively.

   "It turned out to be a **** blind bear!"

"what?"

  The fourth child was so frightened that he almost threw his job bowl on the ground, and then he heard grandma continue to say: "The whole family was frightened, so they dipped the outside of the bean bag in cold water and threw it outside."

   "The black blind man just came out of hibernation and was hungry, so he swallowed the bean buns. The outside of the bean buns were cool, but the inside was still hot. In the end, the black blind man screamed and burned to death."

   Before grandma finished speaking, the fourth child put the rice bowl on the cutting board: "I won't eat it, I won't eat bean buns anymore!"

  Everyone was amused by her appearance, and grandma burst into tears: "Eat, eat, it's cold now, just in time to eat."

  The fourth child happily ate the bean buns, Shan Xing also picked up two, dipped them in sugar, and sent them to Liu Qingshan's mouth.

  Sweet, soft and glutinous, and the bean filling inside is also fragrant. My mother's steamed bean buns are really amazing!

  I worked until midnight before steaming all the bean buns. I took them outside to freeze them, then put them in noodle bags and put them in the vat. When eating, I took them inside and steamed them again, which was very convenient.

  If the children are hungry, they can also eat frozen bean buns. They can eat while playing outside.

  The next day, Liu Qingshan went up the mountain with a half bag of bean buns on his shoulders. Before leaving, he greeted his mother and said that he would stay on the mountain for a few days, which was also ordered by his master.

  Anyway, there are no major things at home during this period of time, at most it is watering the greenhouse, which is not tiring.

  Wait to Mu Ke Leng, practice boxing with the master first, and then stand up.

  The dumb grandpa was cooking in the house. He stewed some sauerkraut soup and heated a curtain of bean buns on top.

  After Liu Qingshan finished his morning exercise, he went into the house to eat, and the steaming hot meal came out of the pan.

  The two of them were eating at the small dining table, and the little bear was also hungry.

  Liu Qingshan poked the beanbags on the curtain with chopsticks, and was about to hold them to the master, but he didn't pay attention, and the back of his hand touched the wire of the end curtain, scalding him, and with a flick of the chopsticks, two beanbags flew to the ground.

  Xiao Hei fumbled on the ground, worried that there was no way to move, hey, hey, a sticky bean bag fell from the sky, opened his mouth, and the bean bag fell directly into his mouth.

  It was about to chew, but the bean bag stuck to its upper teeth, which made it whimper and roll on the ground.

  Liu Qingshan also panicked, quickly jumped to the ground, opened its mouth, and pulled out the sticky bean bun.

  I just listened to my grandma’s story about the black blind man eating bean buns yesterday, and today it’s happening!

  After being scalded, Xiao Hei immediately wilted, and he didn't dare to eat the bean buns when Liu Qingshan gave it again, and he still had a little memory.

  After breakfast, Liu Qingshan cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, the dumb grandpa gestured to him a few times, and then threw a pair of big scorpions in front of him.

   "Master, the mountains are covered by heavy snow, we still have to go into the forest?"

  Liu Qingshan was a little puzzled. Going into the woods in winter is not a joke, and you might lose your life in it.

  The dumb grandpa made gestures again: If you want to become the king of the forest, you must be familiar with the forests in different seasons, every plant, every tree, every bird and every animal in the forest.

  It turns out that Master is going to give a practical class!

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help being refreshed, and excitedly began to put a big 靰枡 on his feet.

  How did he know that the arduous test officially started from this moment...

  (end of this chapter)