MTL - A Rural Life in the 70s-Chapter 39

Small autumn 擀 擀 利 , , , , , , , , , , , , 利 利 利 利 利 利 利 利 利 利 利 利 利 利 利 利 利 利As a result, the speed of making dumplings is naturally much faster. When they were nearly finished, Sancha Hu Weihong took his son Chenggui to come in.

When Wang Lishe saw his wife's head and his clothes were not uniform, he reached out and took his son in the past: "Mother and Dad are making dumplings, you are not going in!"

Hu Weihong was reprimanded and did not care. He smiled and patted the clothes, licked his hair, did not wash his hands, and straightened the curtain into it, and went to touch.

Although Li Xiuying said that her temper was awkward, she loved to be clean. When she saw the daughter-in-law of the three daughters, she immediately blocked her hand: "Go wash your hands first!"

"Hey, hey!" Hu Weihong was repeatedly disliked, but he did not feel ashamed, not even angry. He promised to turn and wash his hands. When she came back, it was just that Xiaoqiu finished the last dose, and Hu Weihong laughed. Get up: "Oh, you are too arrogant under this hand, I don't want to do it!"

Li Xiuying glanced at her and grabbed the white saying: "If there is no work here, go to the ignition, don't burn the dumplings!"

Li Xiuying was distressed by the oldest Wang Lishe. When the boss’s second child got married, he separated his family. Wang Lishe has always lived with his mother. Love the house and Wu, Li Xiuying is also rare for the grandson of the three-room grandson, but he does not like the third wife, Hu Weihong. At the beginning, if it wasn't for Wang Lishe's own fancy, she couldn't agree to such a lazy and awkward wife.

Hu Weihong still didn't get angry and angered. He promised to go out and watched Xiaoqiu's finished skin. He immediately pulled up Xiaoqiu: "Xiaoqiu, since you have finished the work here, let me go with the fire." !"

Burning a fire also wraps around the individual... Xiaoqiu doesn't know how to evaluate this three.

She licked the dumpling skin for a long time. The tired two arms were sore, the palms were red and swollen, and I didn't want to get used to Hu Weihong. She followed her strength out of the inner room, but turned around and took off her rule. Road: "Three trips to the fire, eating dumplings will be faster. I went to call my brothers, let them prepare for the cannon, the dumplings should be placed on the pot!"

What is still waiting for Hu Weihong, but Xiaoqiu’s grandfather has already spoken: “Yes, Qiuer is going to call your three brothers back, hang up the cannon, and the dumplings will be lit up...”

Xiaoqiu got the sword of Shangfang, Hu Weihong naturally did not dare to entangle, and he was happy to leave.

The place where Xiaoqiu lived was in the southeast corner of the village. After her house was a wasteland. It was originally a yard, and it was abandoned. It was also used as a bullpen for a period of time. After Wang Limin and Song Xiulian cleaned up the bullpen house, they would The wasteland was opened and it was made into its own vegetable garden. Then there is a channel, not wide, but it is the water supply channel of the Shuiwan Reservoir in the village, so it is water in all seasons.

In the twelfth lunar month, the water in the canal naturally freezes. The children who live nearby love to slide on the ice, and also snoring and rolling the iron ring... Xiaoqiu knows the children’s playground and goes straight to the canal. Call people to eat.

Shouting people, I heard the sound of firecrackers in the village, Xiaoqiu was not at ease, and went home to look at it. Seeing Xiaodong lying in Song Xiulian’s arms and sleeping peacefully, he was not scared by firecrackers. heart.

Because the previous three pushes the fourth-hand start late, the Wang family's guns did not rush to the front, but fortunately, not the most backward, barely counted as a big stream.

The dumplings were so good that Xiaoqiu’s grandfather slammed two bowls and placed them on the high case at the door of the hall. Two pairs of chopsticks were placed. One person stood silent for a while, then he turned back and greeted everyone to open the meal!

This era is very strong and the wind is very strong. In the New Year, there is a couplet at the door. Others such as the ancestor and the prince of the stove, no one dares to do it, but many people like Xiaoqiu’s grandfather, silently A support... Because there is no card and no incense, no one can tell.

Xiao Qiu silently watched, and the heart was secret, this is really the heart of the Buddha!

White-faced dumplings came out first, but they were filled with four bowls. The two bowls were raised by Wang Jianguo. The rest of him was in a bowl, and the other bowl was directly handed to the younger son Wang Lishe by Liu Fengying: "You feed and become expensive!"

Chenggui is less than two years old and still not weaned. It is not bad to be able to eat two or three. Xiaoqiu Grandma is giving the white-faced dumplings to the younger son in disguise! Wang Lijun and Wang Limin’s brothers are also eccentric about the eccentricity of the old lady.

Wang Limin smiled and found out the bottle of old white stems from his arms. Yang said: "Hey, this is the New Year, the sons will accompany you for a drink!"

The old man loved to listen, so he immediately told his wife: "His mother, the dish brought out by the boss's second child, we have a few drinks!"

"What to drink, there are not enough dumplings..." Liu Fengying had already hid the meat dishes brought by his sons. He thought that the second-year-old niece was used to entertain the son-in-law when she returned to her family. Take it out, it’s like cutting her flesh, sitting there with an angry look, not willing to move!

"Hurry up! Let me go and take it myself?" In the face of the grandson and grandson, the old man did not listen to hell, the old man fired up, screamed, and scared Li Fengying to fight a chill, and looked at it again. Looking at the face of the old man, this is unwilling to get up and go inside. For a while, I used two white rough porcelain bowls to bring out two bowls of vegetables.

When the dishes were slammed on the table, everyone saw that the two bowls were only half filled, and one of the bowls could not see the meat, they were potatoes!

Xiaoqiu secretly snorted, and the eccentricity of this old lady was completely speechless!

Xiaoqiu participated in the dumplings. Naturally, this dumpling is not only different in flour, but also has different fillings. The white noodle dumplings use the pork stuffing of cabbage. Although there is no way to compare with the later generations, there is also a piece of minced meat in each dumpling. The dumpling stuffing that can be combined is simple. When you smell it, you put a little bit of oyster sauce. It is almost a net cabbage and a bit of salt. What can you eat? !

What's more, Xiaoqiu's grandmother's **** dumplings are not thin, a large piece of big, and it's not good to eat a spicy...

Xiao Xia has eaten a few times of meat in the past two days. The mouth is not so light, and then eat this dumpling without meat and oil. It is not how sweet, barely eat three, then do not eat.

The old man took a white dumpling from his bowl to Xiaoxia, and gave Xiaoqiu and Chenghe into the river into a sea. A bowl of dumplings was also a dozen dumplings. He gave the grandchildren a round, and the dumplings of the father’s bowl went down. Most of the time, it started to eat.

Xiao Xia lowered his head and finished the dumplings given by his grandfather. When he looked up and saw no dumplings in his grandfather's bowl, he immediately took his bowl and passed the dumplings in the bowl to the grandfather, while he was crisp and said: "Grandpa eats! ”

A little bit, I don’t know how Xiao Xia remembered what her sister said, and looked at the old man’s words: “Grandpa eats, eats enough, not sick!”