Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 213 Bacon
Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "Sister, because oracle bone inscriptions were only systematically excavated in modern times. Xu Shen of the Eastern Han Dynasty and Xu Kai of the Southern Tang Dynasty had never seen oracle bone inscriptions, or very few bronze inscriptions and seal scripts. It is the earliest systematic written evidence that they can exegete existing texts. Therefore, their explanations are based on the meaning of the words in Xiaozhuan characters."

"So... so..." Wei Yi was so shocked that she could vaguely see Zhou Zhi's ambition, and was so frightened that she couldn't speak coherently.

"Redefining the study of exegesis, on the basis of Xiaozhuan, push forward another 1000 or two hundred years, and use oracle bone inscriptions as a new writing basis to retrace the origin of our Chinese civilization!"

"Only by carrying forward the past can we move forward. Only by understanding our own national genetic roots can we not be confused by various winds and colors on the way forward, can we understand the goals, ideas and methods, and can walk out with firm confidence. Your own way of development!"

"I can't think of what to do in this life to be greater than doing this thing well!"

"Elbow!" Miss Wei Yi was so excited that her eyes filled with tears, she fished out the drumstick from the chicken soup pot: "This is for you to eat! But in the future... if you forget what you said today, I, I will beat you with a yellow thorn stick you!"

After speaking, he picked out another one: "Well, Qiao Mu's sprinting in the third year of high school is also hard work."

Wei Fei had already picked up the bowl, but found that his sister's heart was turned outside: "Sister!"

"What are you doing?" Wei Yi saw that his brother had been neglected. After thinking about it, he picked a chicken paw and threw it into his bowl: "Give you a paw, make it a diligent hand!"

Wei Fei: "..."

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Swinging the horns, it started at the end of Qingping.Any great ideal, at first or just a little light that touched someone's heart.

When the twilight gradually brightens and illuminates the soul thoroughly, it can give people a huge spiritual power.

Of course, what's more, these glimmers will disappear in the trivialities of life, turning into a smile or wry smile that is accidentally recalled, and then placed in a corner, and the owner continues to work on reality.

The world revolves in reality, not in ideals.

Just like Zhou Zhi now, with a shovel in one hand, he adds a shovel of rice husks into the oven from time to time to cover the charcoal fire below and let it emit smoke, while reading "The Thorn Bird" that Miss Wei Yi found for him .

Between the two bamboo chairs is a small wooden table with a tile stove on top of which is a black pitcher that heats water over a charcoal fire.

Beside it is a purple sand teapot, three cups, and a bag of peanuts and melon seeds.

Zhou Zhi is taking care of the bacon at home.

Today, on the top floor of every residential building, there is a large wooden box with holes in the top, nails nailed inside, and bamboo poles on the top and in the middle.

This is the smoker's shed. After the bacon sausages need to be smoked, they need to be moved here to open the smoker's shed, hang all the meat in it, fill it up, and then set up a charcoal brazier underneath, and then cover it with cypress leaves and peanuts. Husks, sugarcane husks, peppercorns, spices, rice husks, rice bran... Let the charcoal brazier emit billowing smoke.

Afterwards, the smoking shed is closed, so that the amount of smoke is controlled to avoid open flames. It takes a day of smoking from morning to night before the bacon sausage is considered to be smoked.

Usually this work is done by adults on weekends. After all, the meat is quite expensive, and it would be a pity that it would be burned by a brat.

Unless the children in the family are older than the second year of junior high school, but at that time the children start to rebel again and are still active. It is hard work for them to stay in the smoke shed for a whole day.

But Zhou Zhi's family didn't have this problem. His mother knew that it would be very easy for the child to sit for a whole day, just give him a big book.

Since the fifth grade of elementary school, Zhou Zhi has been doing this job.

As Zhou Zhi got older, when Zhou Zhi was doing this job, there were occasional friends around him to "help" him.

Feng Xueshan was standing on the long-abandoned laundry table on the top of the building. The laundry table just leaned against the small building structure at the exit of the stairs that Zhou Zhi called "the gun tower". cage.

It is said to be a pigeon cage, but it is actually a board room, the kind that you can walk in directly when you open the door.

Feng Xueshan spread her hands, holding a handful of corn, which was placed on the roof of the blockhouse, and two pigeons walked back and forth by her hand, pecking at it from time to time.

This pigeon loft used to be very prosperous. Zhou Zhi’s pigeons were bought by someone from the Pigeon Association by his fourth cousin. In fact, they are pigeons with very good bloodlines. But now the conditions do not allow, and they live together with Guan Tingting’s "good-looking pigeons" , the bloodline is completely abolished.

Accompanied by the collapse of the bloodline, there is a peak of fertility and incubation.

It wasn't until Mama Guan discovered that the corn bran in the house was dissolving too quickly that she began to pay attention to her daughter's pigeons, which numbered as many as [-] or [-].

This was a big expense for the family, and she was determined not to do it, so Mama Guan laid down a killer. First, she used pigeon eggs to lure Guan Tingting, and then attacked the big pigeons.

At that time, there were rats in the dovecote on the top floor, and the rats didn't bite the young pigeons, but only the fat and tender young pigeons. I often saw Guan Tingting holding a stewed pigeon with tears in her eyes and eating it deliciously and sweetly.

Occasionally, the old pigeons could not escape the "rat's mouth", and then Guan Tingting would bring down a cup of Gastrodia elata stewed pigeons to "replenish Zhou Zhi's brain".

This is also a very strange thing. Tingting's mother never gave Gastrodia elata pigeon cup to her daughter who is not very good at school, and the pigeons given to Guan Tingting have always only cared about the taste, not the curative effect.

It seems that using one's brain should be a matter of the elbow downstairs, but her own daughter doesn't need it.

Later, Zhou Zhi urged his mother to make indirect remarks, but the answer he got was - "It's not worth it".

The implication is that no matter how much Gastrodia elata stewed pigeons my daughter eats, it is useless, so it is better to give up.

It turned out that Mama Guan considered it from the aspect of input-output ratio!
Now the number of pigeons has been reduced to a dozen or so, and the rat problem has miraculously disappeared.

The reason why the "pigeon population" is no longer growing is that Guan Tingting has developed a good habit of eating pigeon eggs.

"Sister Xueshan." The small door of the pigeon house opened, and Guan Tingting walked out, scaring the pigeons in Feng Xueshan's hands and flying away: "Five!"

"Give it to me." Feng Xueshan stretched out both hands to let Guan Tingting put the egg into her own hands: "Tingting, be careful when you come down."

Although the washing table was abandoned, there was still water in the faucet. Feng Xueshan washed the pigeon eggs, went to the small chair next to Zhou Zhi and sat down, opened the dark pot lid and put the pigeon eggs in: "What broken pot, So heavy."

"This is called a cauldron, a silver cauldron, from Ming Yongle." Zhou Zhi looked up from the book, picked up the dark silver cauldron, filled the purple clay pot with water, put the silver cauldron back, picked up the purple clay pot, and poured water on it. The cup continues.

"Ming Yongle's water boils faster?"

"Uh...Actually, it's more slow...it's not important, is it?" Zhou Zhi picked up the cup: "The important thing is that I'm cooking tea with Ming Yongle lotus tiliang silver cauldron, enjoying the ancient style...etc. Why does the water smell a bit wrong..."

(End of this chapter)