My village can't be like this

Chapter 208 Delicious dried fish
Coming out of Zhou Yang's house, when Zhang An passed the door of Second Master Zhang, he was stopped by Second Grandma Zhang.

"Xiao An, come here and let me tell you."

Hearing this, Zhang An walked into the yard of the Second Grandma's house.

"Grandma, grandma, what's the matter?"

Seeing Zhang An coming in, Grandma Zhang brought a big bowl out of the room.

"I dried some small fish these two days, you take it back and ask your mother to fry it for you."

This big bowl is full of dried small fish, which are very small, as big as the head of chopsticks.

Especially fried dried fish with green peppers, which Zhang An liked to eat very much since he was a child.

In that era when there was not much meat and cooking was reluctant to put oil.

As long as this stuff is fried with a little bit of rapeseed oil, it will be very fragrant, and the smell can waft out even with the windows closed.

It not only smells delicious, but also tastes like meat.

This kind of small dried fish is also sold by many people when going to the market in the town.

And the price is quite expensive, they are all weighed in taels, so it is not cheaper than meat.

However, if it is a catty of meat or a catty of dried fish, everyone will definitely choose dried fish.

Because this thing is a big bag per catty, it can be eaten by the whole family for a long time, and it is not the kind of eating method that is picked and searched.

So it is not unreasonable for people to sell by two.

There are a lot of fish that can be used to dry small fish, but everyone generally likes to use small freshwater fish that don't grow big.

They are no bigger than the size of a finger, and the smaller they are, the more delicious they taste.

Therefore, places like Changqing Village are full of river ditches, every June and July.

Everyone takes advantage of the slack season to catch small fish with a dustpan and make small fish.

For everyone, the money that can be saved will never be spent.

"My grandfather went fishing these two days, why didn't you call me?"

For the old lady's wish, Zhang An did not refuse, but readily accepted it.

This is the old man's love for his grandson. If he refuses it, the old lady will be chilled.

"No, your Uncle Jianzhong fished them out, and then distributed them in a bucket, and I dried them up in the sun."

Seeing Zhang An accepting it, the old lady was very happy.

"Xiao An, I'd better drink less alcohol in the future, my head will feel uncomfortable if I drink too much."

Smelling the strong smell of alcohol on Zhang An's body, the old lady felt sorry for her grandson.

It's not that Zhang An is not allowed to drink, but he just wants to let Zhang An have a good drink.

After all, everyone in the family from the old to the young can drink a few sips, but with alcohol, drinking less is good, and drinking more is harmful.

"Understood, I will drink less next time."

Zhang An naturally listened to the old lady's advice.

Back home, Wang Fang cooked a bowl of hangover soup for Zhang An.

Just now she saw that Zhang An drank a lot, although she knew that her son was a good drinker.

But after drinking so much, it must be hard even if you're not drunk.

Zhang An was not drunk at first, and he didn't like drinking hangover soup at all.

But Wang Fang didn't care so much, just looked at him like this, and put the bowl in front of him.

What else can I do, this is all mother's love, Zhang An can only hold the bowl and pinch his nose and feel stuffy.

In an instant, there are all kinds of flavors in the mouth, including hot, sour, salty and astringent.

Seeing Zhang An obediently finish the hangover soup, Wang Fang went to feed the pigs contentedly.

According to usual terms, the pig has already been fed dinner at this moment.

But today, Zhang An'an's family went to Zhou Yang's house to help, so they came back a little late.

After drinking a lot of wine, the sweat on his body now smells like alcohol.

After Zhang An took a cold shower, he returned to the room and fell on the bed.

I don't know if it was because of the alcohol or why, but Zhang An found it uncomfortable to sleep on this bed.

The weather has been getting hotter and hotter recently, and I didn't feel it when I lived in a tile-roofed house.

After all, the tile-roofed house is ventilated everywhere, so it won't feel too stuffy.

Zhang An really had a hard time sleeping, and he didn't feel more comfortable until he opened the windows and doors wide.

Listening to the sound of frogs in the seedling field outside the window, blowing the cool wind from the field.

Zhang An lay on the bed and fell asleep quietly without knowing it.

When I woke up again, the sky was already bright, and the sound of everyone talking on the road outside.

With sleepy eyes open, Zhang An looked at the time on his hand, only to find that it was past nine o'clock.

Zhang An sat up and stretched. He slept very comfortably last night, and now he feels relaxed.

In the past, Zhang An might lie on the bed for a while.

But today when Zhang An woke up, he got up straight away, because he was very energetic at the moment.

"Dad, Mom, where are you going?"

Zhang An looked at his parents as if they were about to go out with a small backpack on their backs.

"Let's go to the town to catch a show, go early and come back early in the morning when it's shady."

Hearing his mother say to go to the market, Zhang An looked at the calendar on the shrine, and sure enough, it was Sunday again.

"Then wait for me to wash your face, and I'll take you there."

Zhang An took the towel and toothbrush and was ready to go to the yard to wash up.

"Let's go by carriage, don't worry about it."

Now there are several carriage pullers in the village, and they all have two carts.

One is dedicated to pulling people, and the other is dedicated to pulling goods.

This kind of rush day is the best time for them to do business.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there are not as many cars on the road as there are horse-drawn carriages.

This is almost forming a unique landscape.

Some people originally wanted to use their cattle to pull carts, but the speed of the carts was too slow.

The nature of the old cow is like that, no matter how you drive, it will always be slow, so no one wants to take the bullock cart.

The horse is different, as long as the owner does not starve it, it will still run very diligently.

Even sometimes, because the horse is running too fast, the rein has to be tightened to slow it down.

Hearing his mother said to go in a carriage, Zhang An gave up the idea of ​​going to the town.

Unlike others, Zhang An is not very willing to go to the market, anyway, he will not go if he can.

Because rushing to the market now is different from later generations, there are too many people.

The whole street is full of crowds of people.

Moreover, the current Daji is not like the later generations, and the sanitation environment is relatively poor.

To put it bluntly, the criss-crossing roads in Changqing Village are cleaner than those there.

Usually, Wang Fang and the others buy whatever the family needs.

At home alone, Zhang An didn't go out either.

I read it in the yard with a book in my hand. This is a new book I brought back recently.

The above are all about the cultivation of forest musk deer and the extraction of incense.

Before Zhang An thought about going to Zhu Yuliang and the others to ask about this.

I don't know that although they are in charge of agriculture, forestry and ecology, they don't need these things, so they don't know how.

But it's not a white question, although Zhu Yuliang doesn't understand this aspect.

But in the end, old man Zhu found Zhang An some books on forest musk deer breeding and a set of tools for extracting incense.

The books of this era are different from those of later generations, there are real things on them.

Many books in later generations have been deleted too much, and everything you learn is half a bucket of water.

Zhang An thought about it, and when he understood it, he brought his family's Bohu over to pick out the musk.

This guy hasn't picked up incense for so long, there should be quite a few.

The study time always passed quickly, and Zhang An felt that it didn't take long, and it was already noon.

Looking at the time, Zhang An reckoned that the parents who went to the market should be back soon.

So Zhang An put down the book in his hand and started making lunch.

Zhang Anke still hasn't forgotten the bowl of small fish that Second Grandma gave her last night.

So today, in addition to fried corn and green beans, Zhang An also prepared to fry a bowl of dried fish with green peppers.

Although these small fish are not big in size, they are not small either.

Zhang An picked them a little bit, and removed the internal organs from the dried fish.

Although it can be eaten, it's just that these internal organs are bitter, so it's better to pick and choose.

In the past, when life was hard, every time Wang Fang fried small fish, he was reluctant to add more.

So every time you eat, you have to mix the green peppers and the oil at the bottom of the bowl with rice.

Today Zhang An did it himself, so he let go of his hands and feet and picked up a full plate.

The selected small fish are washed for a while to wash off the dust that came into contact with them during drying.

But don't wash them too much, or they will break easily, after all, these small fish have been dried to a crisp.

Wash the small fish and drain the water, wait until the oil temperature is enough, put it into the pan, stir-fry lightly until the oil is thoroughly fried, then pour it out for later use.

Then fry the minced green pepper and garlic until cooked, then pour in the fried fish and fry together.

For green peppers, Zhang An doesn't like to eat too big pieces, so when cutting them, they should be finely chopped.

Soon, the aroma of green pepper and minced garlic was fried into the small fish.

Zhang An couldn't stand the smell, so he picked up chopsticks and gave himself two.

"You are cooking, I still want to come back and cook."

Just after the dishes were fried, Zhang An saw his parents came back.

"Hey, where did you get the little fish?"

Seeing Zhang An coming out with a plate of small fish, Wang Fang was a little curious.

In the past, I used to make some at home from time to time and put them aside, and fry some from time to time.

But then the days got better, and the family ate meat every day, and Wang Fang hadn't bought small fish for a long time.

"Second Grandma gave it to me last night, and I fired it today."

When I came back last night, Zhang An conveniently put it on the table, forgetting to tell my parents.

"It's been a while since I've eaten this little fish, but it tastes quite delicious."

It is true that the time is not short, at least it has been more than two years.

After returning from Zhang An, the living standard of the family has increased a lot.

Not only are the vegetables in the garden delicious, but there is no shortage of meat in the refrigerator.

So this little dried fish was immediately forgotten by Zhang An's family and went to the other side of the mountain.

"It's not that I think it's delicious now. It's the same before. I licked the bowl clean."

This is not only a good choice for a meal, but also a good choice for a drink.

People always like to remember bitterness and sweetness. After living a good life, Wang Fang began to think of the previous bitter life again.

After dinner in the afternoon, Zhang An ate watermelon under the tree, taking advantage of the cool, feeling very unrestrained and at ease.

"Brother, why don't you teach me to do my homework."

Little Yanzi ran over with two summer homework books and asked Zhang An to teach her.

"Come on, swallow, eat a piece of melon before doing your homework."

Zhang An handed a piece of watermelon to the little girl, and then moved a small desk and chair from home to do homework for the little girl.

This set of low tables was made by Zhang An after learning carpentry.

The height is just right for the little girl to use as a special desk, after all, she often comes here.

Under the big tree, I watched the little girl do her homework seriously.

"Brother, how do you calculate this?"

Zhang An heard the little girl calling him, so he turned his head to look at the question she asked, the title was 35+26-41=?

For the mathematics in the second volume of the first grade, you should learn addition and subtraction within one hundred.

Zhang An is quite clear about the little girl's learning level.

She can recognize numbers within one hundred very clearly, and she has mastered all the contents in the book. Simple addition and subtraction are not difficult for her.

But with such a complicated calculation, she is a bit of a Muggle.

Zhang An pondered for a while, thinking about how to teach her.

Because the questions that the little girl just asked were all complex calculations of this type.

After thinking about it, Zhang An has a solution.

"Swallow, wait for me, I'll make you a little toy."

As Zhang An said, he went home and found a bunch of sorghum stalks.

Cut into small pieces with a knife, and then string them together with a needle and thread.

No more, no less, a full hundred.

This is a few years later, the children in the village have a bunch of counting chips.

With this, you no longer have to worry about not being able to count addition and subtraction within one hundred.

"Here, Yanzi, my brother will teach you.

The first is 35, then count 35 out.

Then add 26, then count 26 more inside.

If you have to subtract 41 at the end, then count 41 out.

All that's left is the last answer needed. "

Zhang An taught the little girl to use this calculation step by step, and then asked the little girl to do the calculation by herself.

Sure enough, after the little girl got this thing, she didn't ask Zhang An any more questions.

All the troubles are easily solved, and the learning problems are easily solved.

Originally, Zhang An wanted to teach her the vertical pose, but they haven't learned it yet. It should be learned in the second and third grades.

If you force her to teach her now, the little guy might not be able to turn his head around.

And in this summer homework, many questions are a bit beyond the outline.

Just like the one just now, it obviously does not belong to the knowledge points of the first grade.

With this thing, the little girl will count seriously when she meets someone she doesn't know how to do.

No wonder it is said that daughters are more obedient when they are young. It is not without reason.

After the holiday, the little girl knew that she had summer homework, so if she didn't know how to do it, she brought it to Zhang An.

If you were a boy, who would give you the peace of mind to do your homework at home.

After the holidays, I don’t stay home all day long, and I work in groups of three and five.

Either go up the mountain to dig out the bird's nest, or go into the water to take a bath.

Li Yao next door was taught by Zhou Lan every day because of this.

Several small bamboo sticks were broken, but they couldn't be changed.

If Li Yao could be like Little Swallow, then Zhou Lan could really save a lot of worry.

Sure enough, people can't stand talking about it.

As soon as Zhang An started thinking about Li Yao, Zhou Lan came over to Zhang An's house to talk to Wang Fang.

As soon as she entered the door, Zhou Lan saw two siblings reading homework under the tree.

Then he walked straight towards the tree. The usually obedient and well-behaved swallow is already attractive.

Moreover, the little girl sat at a table with Li Yao at school, and Zhou Lanke asked her a lot about Li Yao's activities at school.

Because of Zhang An's relationship, Li Yao respected this little aunt very much, and he obeyed her words.

So usually in school, when Li Yao was lawless, it was the little girl who took care of him.

Now seeing Little Swallow, who was serious about doing her homework, Zhou Lan liked it even more.

I wondered if I wanted another daughter as well-behaved as Yanzi with my man.

"Swallow is doing homework, so cute."

Zhou Lan walked over and looked at the little girl doing her homework.

"Sister-in-law."

The little girl also called Zhou Lan crisply.

Originally, Zhou Lan was just thinking about it, flipping through to see where Yanzi wrote.

But after a while, I found that the little girl was almost done with her math, and her handwriting was still neatly written.

Comparing the words written by my own Taibao with this one, it is simply a world of difference.

　I would like to apologize to everyone. Recently, Mercury has been retrograde. It turns out that I have been practicing Tom Yum Kung when other people are yang. I didn’t expect to suffer from a serious illness these two days. I thought it was a small cold. I remembered the code words last night, but my head felt sick when I looked at the computer screen, so I will add a chapter first, and I will add it later.

　　
　
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