Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 127 Raising Seedlings
After two or three days in a row, not only was the body tired, but the heart was also tired. When I brought Sicui back home, the brother and sister made a little food, that is, fried a chili scrambled egg, and then sandwiched the home-baked The pancakes are also considered buns. After messing with the stomach with hot water, they went back to their rooms to sleep.

After another busy day, Gu Siwei entered the space, had a good rest, and regained all the strength he had spent the day before coming out of the space.

The black lamp lit the oil lamp blindly, held it in his hand and came to the living room, turned around and stood at the door of Sicui, and found that the girl hadn't closed the door, she was sleeping crookedly, she even started snoring, and she knew it was true at a glance Tired.Ten-year-old children work without a break all day, and there are not many children who will survive in the future, but now, there are many such children.

Gu Siwei entered the room lightly, covered Si Cui with the kicked-off quilt, then walked out of the room lightly, and closed the door behind him.

I went outside and stood under the eaves to look at it. The rain was still falling, and it didn't seem to be falling.

Sighing softly, Gu Siwei returned to his room with the lamp.

After turning off the lights and entering the space again, Gu Siwei decided to develop self-sufficient fruits. As soon as Lao Gu had space, he decided to be self-sufficient in fruits. Even if he was not completely self-sufficient, he had to be mostly self-sufficient. For the seedlings of this fruit tree, Gu Siwei naturally wants to breed seeds that suit his own taste.

The wild cherries I got from the monkey last time have not yet reached the taste that Gu Siwei is satisfied with. The size and color are enough, and they are bigger than the expensive cherries that Gu Siwei ate decades later. One circle, the color is also darker, like dark red agate.

It's just that the taste is not enough to satisfy Gu Siwei, it's a bit sour and not sweet enough, which is similar to the taste of cherries in later generations, but how could Gu Siwei be satisfied, what he wants is better.

How could this old man bear it? Whenever he had time, he began to pick the fruits on the tree that suit his taste and continue to cultivate.

There was no result for a while, not because the space spring was not strong enough, but because Gu Siwei was lazy and didn't have the original energy, so he thought about it and didn't do it when he thought about it. How could it be efficient.

Like today, Gu Siwei has time and started to toss again.

Gu Siwei has no complaints about the apples and dates that Ma Chunya gave to them, unlike the cherries and kiwis, because these two origins are our own, but they were taken away by others and sold back at a high price. One is still chasing and eating.

Changed the name, because some people thought that this thing was not a cherry, and there was even a woman who argued with Gu Siwei, saying that cherries are cherries, and cherries are cherries.

The heavenly king Laozi stood in front of Lao Gu, and it was also a cherry.

The seedlings given by Ma Chunya were planted, and as soon as the water was poured, the trees grew up and the fruits came out in a short time. The fruit trees were not very good, and they didn’t seem to be of any variety. They were all country fruits, like palm trees. Pears with green skins and jujubes with green skins tasted similar to what Gu Siwei ate when he was a child.

So Gu Siwei didn't do much, just pick the big fruit, continue to plant, pick the big fruit on the tree from the big seed, and then pick the big fruit, and finally pick the fruit that Lao Gu thinks is satisfactory. Selection is complete.

Gu Siwei doesn't have any big features, but there is a little sign of great success, like he always likes big fruits, so the apples he bred are almost like a small ball, with a small core and fleshy It's quite decent.

Anyway, the fruit should be as large as possible under the condition of guaranteeing the taste.

Ma Chunya gave these fruits, and after several generations of seed replacement, they all reached the level of Gu Siwei's satisfaction, and the next step is to wait for time to plant them outside.

After these fruits were settled, Gu Siwei continued to play with the cherries in the space.

The steps are not difficult, but the difficulty lies in the fact that Gu Siwei has to eat many fruits himself, because only after eating you will know which fruit is delicious and which fruit is not.

For the first time in his life, Gu Siwei was vomited by the fruit, and Gu Siwei didn't know whether it was happiness or misfortune for a while.

After thinking about it for a while, Gu Siwei decided to go out and bring in Da Mao. He doesn’t want some of the fruits now. Naturally, it is impossible to plant them in the space. Even the trees are set aside. It’s a pity to throw them with the fruits, so Let Da Mao come in and clean up the battlefield, which can be regarded as saving some meat.

Thinking of this, Gu Siwei went out of the space and went out to find Da Mao.

Generally speaking, Da Mao sleeps under the porch of the small room, and sometimes it is crowded next to the firewood pile, but today it is raining, so Da Mao must be on the porch.

Who knew that Gu Siwei looked around twice, and he didn't see Da Mao's shadow either at the door of the hut on the left or right, so Gu Siwei was surprised.

"Where can Da Mao go?"

Gu Siwei said something to himself.

If Da Mao is not there, then the monkey will come in handy in Gu Siwei's heart.

I don't know what's going on today, it's just that Da Mao is not here, and Xiao Ma and the monkeys are also not here, which makes Gu Siwei wonder what's going on today, and none of the pets he was looking for are there.

The only thing left is oily sludge, but this little guy is not good at eating fruit, relying on it to eat Gu Siwei is not as good as his own.

Da Mao couldn't find it, and the monkey disappeared, so Gu Siwei had to go back to the space again.

Back in the space, Gu Siwei thought of the wild boars and wild sheep that he raised in the space again, and brought these guys over. The wild boars eat fruits, but they eat them slowly. As for the gazelle, they don’t even touch the fruits. , directly eating the leaves on the tree, seems to prefer leaves.

Gu Siwei felt a little irritable. I don't know if it was because he was worried about the harvest of the villagers, or because the gazelle didn't eat leaves.

After beating a wild boar and kicking a few gazelles, Gu Siwei felt much better.

When I had no space to lie on the bed and think about things, the more I thought about it, the more annoying I had to get up again.

After sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, Gu Siwei simply put on his coir raincoat, put on the lantern and went out of the house barefoot, inspecting the fields in front of his house.

Clear water where there is stagnant water, and clear the water channels that are blocked.

After such a busy job, I forgot the time all of a sudden. When the work was finished and Gu Siwei came back to his senses, there was no need to light the lanterns, because it was dawn.

Turning off the lantern, Gu Siwei went back to the house.

Si Cui had just woken up at this time, and the dazed little girl was standing in the hall with her belly upright and her eyes rubbed.

"Brother, are you up?"

"Well, wake up, you can sleep a little longer, I was very tired yesterday," Gu Siwei said.

After a busy day, Gu Siwei has space to recover blood, but Sicui does not, and Gu Siwei is not going to tell Si Cui about the space. The less people know about this thing, the better.

Si Cui was obviously sleepy, but she shook her head: "I won't sleep anymore, after breakfast, we have to go to the village to help."

Gu Siwei thought for a while and said, "Okay, what shall we have for breakfast? Is rice porridge okay?"

"It's better to use cornmeal pancakes, stick more on the side of the pot, and we can have it for lunch at noon, I don't want to eat sweet potatoes anymore," Sicui said.

After finishing speaking, Si Cui felt that she was a little too much, looked at Gu Siwei and said, "Brother, am I going too far?"

"What's too much?" Gu Siwei really didn't think of this for a while.

"I don't want to eat yams. I used to be happy for a while if I ate whole yams, but now I feel like throwing up when I see that thing. Am I becoming a villain like the landlord Lao Cai?" Sicui said.

When she said that, her little face was almost wrinkled together. It was obvious that Sicui felt a little ashamed that she couldn't eat the good things she used to eat so quickly, and felt that she had suddenly become a bad person like a landlord and Laocai.

Gu Siwei smiled and said: "What's the matter, Brother Ni, there are many things I don't eat. If you don't like to eat something, you will be a bad guy. I don't know what kind of bad guy you will become. Don't worry, even if you are a bad guy, let's go bad together. ".

"Then I'll light the fire." When Si Cui heard what Gu Siwei said, she grinned happily.

Before setting fire to the fire, Sicui scooped the cornmeal out of the bag and poured it into the crockpot, scooped up a scoop of water with a ladle and placed it next to the crockpot, and poured it into the crockpot little by little.

After reconciling the stick noodles, Sicui went to light the fire.

When Gu Siwei came out of his house after washing, he found that all he had to do was pasting pancakes.

Gu Siwei doesn't like eating dry stick noodles. He thinks it hurts his throat. After thinking about it, Gu Siwei took out a pickled fish.

This thing was given by Liu Fulin. The last time Gu Siwei was asked to take it to the factory, Gu Siwei didn't bring it, but the old man still gave it to him.

Wielding a big knife, he chopped the fish into several pieces, put all of them into the pot and started gurgling. While waiting for the fish to chug, prepare some ingredients.

After gurgling for about twenty minutes, Gu Siwei lifted the lid of the pot. At this time, the aroma of pickled fish had completely come out, and the originally dry fish had been soaked in the smell of spices.

Paste stick noodles around the pot and cover the pot again. Gu Siwei and Sicui waited quietly for the delicacies in the pot to mature slowly.

"Out of the pot!"

Gu Siwei lifted the lid of the pot, and the pot gas with the smell of salted fish dissipated all of a sudden. The smell was not very pleasant, and there was a bit of smell in the salt, but everyone who knew it knew that such salted fish was delicious.

Hearing Gu Siwei's words, Sicui reached out and took out the firewood burning in the pot with iron clips, inserted it into the ash cavity below to put out the fire.

The fish was brought out, the pancakes were also brought to the table, and even the oil sludge wagged its tail and came to the table with its own snack bowl in its mouth.

The siblings were about to have dinner when they heard a low growl.

"Dog, do you still know how to come back?"

Gu Siwei looked up and saw the big hair running back, so he smiled and said something to it.

Da Mao headed towards the door of the hut, took his own basin and came to the table, waiting for Gu Siwei or Sicui to put food into its basin.

Gu Siwei put a few pieces of pancakes in Da Mao's basin, and one piece in the oil mud basin, each piece was the size of a palm, and then poured a little fish soup on each of them, lest they think it was too salty and added more Stir in a little water.

The oily mud can be full, as for Da Mao, just taste it and let him eat, Gu Siwei and Siwei have to tie up their mouths.

"Brother, it's delicious!"

Sicui held the pancake in one hand, and a piece of fish was caught by the chopsticks, and the fish meat split apart with a light grip. Salted fish is not fresh fish, and the meat of salted fish is as tight as fresh fish, and it comes out in pieces, sometimes even It will break, but this will not stop them from the unique flavor brought by salt and time.

The taste of salted fish, paired with pancakes pasted by an earthen stove, one side is the golden color of corn, and the other side is burnt yellow crispy rice. When you chew it together, the salty, fishy, ​​and pancake aroma blend in your mouth. Siwei couldn't stop nodding, let alone Sicui.

"Eat more if it tastes good," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

"No, you said you have to eat seventy percent full, I want to eat less." Si Cui remembered Gu Siwei's words at this time, but that's what he said, the chopsticks didn't stop for a moment.

It seems that this posture is about the same as Gu Siwei, and he is also a talker.

(End of this chapter)