Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 297 Taste
After a while, old man Li, who came back with the oil drum, started to fiddle with it.

Old man Li is really a person who has played with chainsaws. He took three times, five times and two times. Without asking much, he took a square oil drum with a pipe on it, sucked at the pipe, and then let go of the diesel in the pipe. is sucked into the oil storage tank of the chain saw.

After waiting for a while, the oil was almost filled, so he pinched the head of the leather pipe, pulled it out from the oil tank, and let go of the other chain saw.

"You black lamps and fools, don't you give the oil out?"

Gu Siwei was a little worried that the two old men were wasting the oil they had finally got back.

Originally, Gu Siwei thought that this oil should not be difficult to get, because there are few places where people use oil, but when he came back, he found that things were not as he thought. There is not much oil, even Xu Congwen has a quota, usually Xu Congwen was very strict. If Gu Siwei didn't want it, others would definitely be scolded by Xu Congwen, but when Gu Siwei opened his mouth, Xu Congwen had no choice.

Because he owes Gu Siwei a lot of favors, and Guan Jian is Gu Siwei, a talented young man with amazing ideas at every turn.

Old man Li said: "Just put your heart in your stomach. I have done this job before. I don't know how many times."

Gu Siwei didn't believe it at all, but he didn't stop it either.

Lu Yan wanted to intervene at this time, but unfortunately he couldn't intervene at all. He is an artist, and old man Li and old man Yu both came from leading soldiers in wars, especially old man Li who didn't know much Chinese before. what common language.

But Lu Yan also understands that he doesn't know how long he will live here, he has to establish a good relationship with the big guys, or if something goes wrong one day, he will have to be splinted again.

Lu Yan is afraid, afraid of being cleaned up.

As for the old man Zhou, he was still the same, with only the smoke in his eyes in his eyes. It seemed that apart from the smoke, he had nothing else in his eyes unless he was working.

Gu Siwei is observing these people, of course, the main thing is the RMB walking in his eyes, at the moment Gu Siwei's little brain is full of them, so what does this old man draw for me?

I don’t know what to draw, but I know it must be big. If it’s not two or three meters long, I won’t be able to say to my great-grandchildren decades later: Lu Yan was fooling around under your grandfather and me!

Just as it was beautiful, there was a humming sound in my ear.

Gu Siwei took a look and found that old man Li had already pulled the chainsaw, and now he was looking at the moon in the sky happily, admiring the chainsaw in his hand.

Watching and talking.

"If you want to say that you have to pay attention to making things, you have to be German. This thing is really much better than the American ones I used before. Not to mention anything else, just the sound.

Listen!
No noise at all.It's not like the American product. After you pull it, it either makes a noise or a shock. When you hold it in your hand, it feels like it's coming... ".

As he said that, old man Li came to the side of the firewood pile. Beside the woodpile, there happened to be a pile of unsplit logs. These were leftovers from the top and bottom of the wood. They were useless and could only be used as firewood.

Old man Li took the chainsaw in his hand and turned it down against the block of wood.

There was only a low and hoarse mechanical roar, and the chainsaw was like cutting tofu, cutting the wooden stake that was almost hugged by one person.

Old man Li laughed loudly, and seemed quite satisfied with the chainsaw in his hand.

Gu Siwei saw that old man Li was going to cut other wood again, so he stopped him aloud: "I said, old man Li, just play for a while. If you want to cut, you will have time to cut tomorrow. Don't turn it now, it's a waste of oil."

"Look at how stingy you are, I...forget it!"

At first, old man Li wanted to say that it was just a bit of oil, and I will give it to you, but then he thought that he is now a comrade who can be reformed and saved, not the previous position, so he swallowed the second half of the words.

Old man Li doesn't have any sense of emotion. For him, he is quite satisfied to meet a guy like Gu Siwei at this time and live such a life. Compared with many of his comrades-in-arms and colleagues , here is almost equal to heaven.

Putting down the chain saw, old man Li returned to the chair.

Old man Yu is already sipping tea.

The old man held a can and bottle, and drank tea along the side.

Seeing the canned bottle in Old Man Yu's hand, Gu Siwei asked curiously, "You made it up yourself?"

There was a cover on the outside of the can that old man Yu was holding. Because of the weather, Gu Siwei couldn't tell whether the cover was made of bamboo or leather, but Gu Siwei knew it was a braided cover.

Old man Yu looked at Gu Siwei and said, "I don't have this ability. De Zhu made it up. He saw that my hands were always hot when I drank tea, so he made one up for me. I didn't expect that the boy who looks like a fool has a hand. Very coincidental."

Mentioning the canning bottle cover that Liu Dezhu made for himself, old man Yu was very happy.

"A bottle case, as for this?" Old man Li was a little unconvinced: "The next time I see that kid De Zhu, ask him to make one for me too."

"What do you want this thing for? You drink water from a porcelain jar, and that thing doesn't burn your hands," Old Man Yu said.

Old man Li said: "I'm happy! Can you care?"

Gu Siwei, who was next to him, saw that the two old men were about to grind their teeth again, so he took the small bamboo chair he was sitting on and moved towards the stove.

At this time, Lu Yan began to persuade: "Master Li, Master Yu, you two stop arguing, this trivial matter is not worth it."

"Xiao Lu, come here to comment, do I want to quarrel with him?" Old man Yu simply pulled Lu Yan in.

Old man Li also became energetic when he heard it: "Yes, Xiao Lu, come over to comment!"

Lu Yan's face instantly collapsed.

Gu Siwei snickered next to him: Yes!Let you be troublesome!
Originally two people grind, now three people grind, even the monkeys who were going to sleep on the tree seem to be energetic now, one by one squatting on the branches close to the three people to watch the fun.

Da Mao also came over, and this guy wanted to sit on a bench, but was pulled over by the impatient old man Li, which prevented Mao from breaking his chair.

Gu Siwei also watched it, but it was a bit sloppy, and it belonged to the kind that can be seen or not.

"Yo, it smells so good!"

Gu Siwei looked sloppy and bustling, but his nose smelled a fragrance. This fragrance is the fragrance of rice, and the rice grown at home is especially fragrant when cooked.

"Brother, your nose is really sharp!" Si Cui joked about her brother.

Gu Siwei said: "That's for sure, I am a big greedy cat! You are a little greedy cat."

Sicui giggled happily, and continued to burn her own fire. While stuffing firewood into the stove, she said to Gu Siwei, "I'll show you later and bake a salted fish for you."

"Hey, I didn't expect that our Si Cui would become a chef too?" Gu Siwei praised his sister.

Sicui said: "You can be a chef if you roast a salted fish, and this chef is too good to be a chef."

"If someone likes the cooked rice, he can be regarded as a chef," Gu Siwei continued.

After finishing speaking, Gu Siwei remembered and asked, "Can you eat the salted fish last time?"

Hu Yanqiu laughed and said: "It's the year of the monkey. The salted fish that were dried when you were there were already eaten up. Now they are dried in the back. There are many people. Everyone dried more than 30 catties of salted fish together."

"so much?"

Gu Siwei was stunned to hear that, more than 30 catties of salted fish, this has to be eaten... After thinking about it, no, three people were more than 30 catties of salted fish in the past, but now there are seven people on my side up.

Just these seven people are not counted, will my father-in-law send some in the future?Old Xu also wants to send some, Song Rui's family, his cheap apprentice Qiao Yi's family... Good guy, a hundred catties of salted fish is not enough.

"It's a little less," Gu Siwei said.

Hu Yanqiu interjected again: "I also know, but Uncle Tao said that this time is not the best time to feel salted fish, if the best time is around November, when the fish is sunny, that is the best time. It's a good time to dry fish."

"What does he know? Half of the tone is old-fashioned. The old-fashioned is not doing well, and the peasants are not doing well either." Gu Siwei smiled and talked about Tao Yisheng, an old man.

Thinking of Tao Yisheng, Gu Siwei asked casually: "How many times has the old man Tao Yisheng come to the house to beat the autumn wind these days?"

Old man Yu and old man Li had finished grinding their teeth at this time, and they argued for a while, for a while, and then started arguing again, just like two children.

Hearing Gu Siwei's words, old man Yu said: "I have done a lot of things with Taoist Taoist's help. We pickled the sauerkraut you mentioned in a vat, and it rotted in only four or five days. Taoist Taoist came here for a while Look, you know where you did something wrong, it is said that the roots of the vegetables were not blanched, and according to what they said, your vegetables have a sour taste."

Hearing old man Yu's mention, Gu Siwei remembered, and asked with his mouth open, "Is the pickled cabbage I said ready?"

"I don't know if it's pickled or not, but you said it's called sauerkraut, it really has a sour taste," Hu Yanqiu said with a smile.

After hearing this, Gu Siwei immediately ran to the place where the vegetable jar was stored.

No one made a sound to stop him, everyone was used to it.

After running to the cave, Gu Siwei quickly found the vat of sauerkraut, turned on the flashlight, and found that the vegetables in the vat had changed color, not the bad kind of discoloration, but the kind of yellowing that turned into pickled vegetables The color, which is the normal color.

Standing next to the vegetable tank, you can smell the unique sour smell with a light sniff, which made Gu Siwei swallowed.

"It's really done."

This is the taste in Gu Siwei's memory, and it is also the taste of Gu Siwei's mother. Every year at this time, Gu Siwei's mother will pickle a jar of sauerkraut from her hometown, and in winter, burn foreign meat and beef. This is Gu Siwei's favorite. food.

Gu Siwei saw that his mother had pickled it, but he just looked at it casually at that time, and didn't know how to operate it. He originally wanted to talk to his wife, but he didn't expect Hu Yanqiu to remember it in his heart and decided to pickle the vegetables.

Although the dish couldn't be marinated without Tao Yisheng's help, Gu Siwei still gave the credit to his wife.

(End of this chapter)