My village can't be like this

Chapter 241 Rice Shrimp
Walking into the village, when passing by the door of the second grandmother's house, the second grandmother Zhang found the two of them.

"Xiao An, Xiao Ying, come home quickly."

Grandma Zhang waved her hand and called the two of them home.

"Second Grandma, what's the matter?"

"I cooked some rice shrimp, you take some back to eat."

Second Grandma Zhang took the two of them to the kitchen and brought a big bowl for Zhang An.

Rice shrimp is also called cold shrimp. It is not a shrimp of shrimp and crab, but a kind of rice product.

And there are many places to eat cold shrimp, basically all over the country.

Most places call it cold shrimp, but Zhang An and the others call it rice shrimp because they are made of rice.

In some places it is called baby fish roe, and in some places it is called oyster fish.

The name is different, but the thing is the same thing.

According to legend, a long time ago, there lived a family of Peng's mother and son by the Yangtze River.One winter, when the snow fell heavily, the elderly mother was sick and wanted to eat a small shrimp by the river.

After hearing this, the son braved the severe cold and came to the river to catch prawns for his mother. When he got to the river, he found that the river was already frozen, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break the ice.In a hurry, he simply untied his clothes, lay down on the ice and melted the ice with his body.

Before long, he passed out.In the dream, an old man with a white beard said to him: Don't you want shrimp?Let me teach you... The young man woke up suddenly, ran home and made shrimp according to the old man's method, and fed his mother to drink one by one, and the mother miraculously woke up.

So later, the method of making this kind of shrimp spread among the people, and people called it "filial piety cold shrimp".

"Hey, why did grandma think of making rice shrimp today?"

This rice shrimp is not difficult to make, and the raw material is rice flour or other starches.

Mix it with water to make rice milk, then put water in a pot to boil, and pour the rice milk into it.

Then it is constantly stirring like stirring potato flour powder, in order to avoid sticking to the pot.

After cooking, prepare a pot of cold water and squeeze the rice paste with a slotted spoon.

The rice paste will drop drop by drop from the round hole into the cold water.

After cooling, it is similar to fish fry. This is rice shrimp.

"Your grandfather said he wanted to eat, so I made some."

Second Grandma Zhang said, and scooped the vegetable bowl in Zhang An's hand with a ladle.

The rice shrimp that has just been cooked and cooled down is like a strip of snow-white shrimp.

"Milk, don't need to scoop it up, this is enough for us to eat."

Although the second grandma scooped rice and shrimp with a ladle, she scooped them with well water.

But when scooping it up, I even decanted some of the water.

Now the bowl in Zhang An's hand is already filled with more than half of the bowl of rice and shrimp.

"Take some more back home. I ground the Dole today. Look, there's still a barrel here."

Grandma Zhang said, and showed Zhang An the two buckets next to them, which were mostly filled with rice shrimp.

"Grandma, these two barrels of rice shrimp, how much rice noodles did you cook?"

Zhang An looked at the small white strips in the two buckets, and estimated that he would need to make a big pot of rice pulp.

"I don't use rice noodles, I use soaked glutinous rice to grind the pulp, so it's delicious."

"Grandma, the mill is not easy to push, and you don't call me over when you are grinding the mill."

Although they use their own mill, but with so many rice shrimps, the rice milk needs to be pushed for a long time.

"I didn't push the mill. Today, Jianlin's family grinds tofu, so I used their mill. Neither Chunzi nor Shengzi were willing to let me do it. They helped me grind it."

Zhang Jianlin is the second son of the second grandmother, and Zhang Chun and Zhang Sheng are her grandsons, that is, Zhang An's cousins.

When it comes to the grandchildren, the smile on the old lady's face is even bigger.

In the past, only Zhang An talked about the two elders, but now it is different, and the relatives and grandchildren have begun to be filial.

Elderly people of their age, when they go out, the comparison is not about who dresses better and eats better, but more about how filial their children and grandchildren are.

Now the uncles of the second grandma's family are no longer thinking about fighting for family property as before.

Because now, it's not just Zhang Jianzhong, the uncle of Zhang An, whose family has made money by opening a restaurant.

And Zhang Jianzhong's brothers' family also took advantage of the development of the river beach of the lotus pond in the village to open a food stall.

Not to mention, after this period of time, those of them who set up food stalls have made a lot of money.

In the past, the few people were not in harmony, and they all wanted to fight for family property. The root cause was that everyone had no money to make trouble.

Now that everyone has made money and their lives are better, they are more focused on making more money.

Instead of being the same as before, just thinking about the old man and old lady's family background every day.

Now they also understand that the old man and the old lady are still alive, thinking that those are all false.

So in a subtle way, the relationship between the brothers slowly began to repair and get better.

I also started to be sincere to the old man and the old lady, instead of pretending to be seen by others as before.

"That's fine, grandma, remember, don't do it yourself when doing this kind of work. You are so old and your hands and feet are not flexible. When something happens, we will be distressed. So if there is anything, just call We young people do it."

The old people are getting old, Zhang An can't worry about letting them do those physical work.

"Okay, okay, your grandfather and I won't let you worry, because we have to wait for our great-grandson."

At this age, the old lady doesn't have any thoughts, and she doesn't need to jump around in her life.

Now they have quite a few grandchildren, and the expectation in their hearts is the great-grandson of the next generation.

Now in the third generation of the Zhang family, the expectations of several old people who wanted to have a great-grandson undoubtedly fell on Zhang An.

"Don't worry, grandma, next year you and my grandfather will have a great-great-grandson."

Su Ying's face turned red when she heard the old lady talk about her great-grandson.

But Zhang An can't, he has a thick skin, and immediately assured the old lady.

"Okay, okay, grandma is waiting."

After hearing Zhang An's words, the old lady smiled even more happily, and the wrinkles on her face were all squeezed together.

"By the way, where is my grandfather?"

After coming here for a long time, Zhang An didn't see his second grandfather at home.

"Your fourth master collected some tobacco leaves today, and he went to help weave tobacco leaves."

The leaf tobacco grown by the old men in the village is not roasted by fire most of the time.

Instead, weave them together with hay, and then hang them in the sun to dry them. It is said that sun-dried tobacco is more suitable.

After talking with the old lady for a while, Zhang An returned home with the rice shrimp in the bowl.

"Where are you going to get the rice shrimp?"

Seeing Zhang An coming home with half a pot of rice shrimp in his hand, Wang Fang asked.

"Second Grandma made this. I asked me to bring over half a basin. It's hot now, so let's get some to eat first."

Back home, Zhang An put the rice and shrimp bowl on the dining table.

"Then I'll make it, does Xiaoying want spicy or sweet?"

Wang Fang put down her needlework and was ready to go to the kitchen with her bowl in hand.

"Mom, I can eat whatever you want."

There are many ways to make rice shrimp, sweet, salty, spicy and even boiled in sour soup.

But here in Hongyan Town, it is generally brown sugar rice shrimp and hot and sour rice shrimp.

But this is not the same as Zongzi. Zhang An does not reject the two methods, and it is quite good to eat them differently.

Zhang An felt that brown sugar rice shrimp tasted a bit like wine glutinous rice balls, but it was smoother, smoother, softer and sweeter.

As for the hot and sour rice shrimp, most of them in Guizhou Province are hot and sour, so there is no sense of disobedience when paired with them.

The hot and sour rice shrimp tastes not only strong and smooth, but also hot and sour.

"Then I'll make some, and I can eat whatever I want later."

Anyway, Zhang An brought back a lot of rice shrimps, so Wang Fang thought he might as well prepare them separately.

Rice shrimp is ready-made, so you don't need to spend much thought on making it later.

Wang Fang went into the kitchen and made two pots of rice shrimp, one sweet and one spicy, without spending much time.

The pot with spicy taste was poured with red oil chili and sesame seeds made by Wang Fang himself.

These rice prawns filled with chili oil, paired with the sourness of vinegar, make people very appetizing at first glance.

"Mom, where is my dad? I'll call him."

After Zhang An came back, he didn't see his father Zhang Jianguo at home.

It's time for lunch, so it must be a family together.

"You don't need to look for it, we can just eat, he has gone to the ground."

As Wang Fang said, she brought out several porcelain bowls from the kitchen.

"In the afternoon, your old uncle came over and yelled them all to go to Baogudi together. It seems that someone saw the wild boar going down the mountain, and the family's big dogs also went together."

It turned out that he had gone to the field, no wonder the family's big dogs were not at home.

Originally, Zhang An was a little worried when he heard that there were wild boars going down the mountain, but if he brought the family dog ​​with him, Zhang An felt relieved.

Now of the nine big dogs in Zhang An's family, only Er Hu and Xiao Hei from Zheng Tuhu's family are left.

Thinking about it, the old uncle and the others all know the fighting power of these big dogs of their own.

Since it was going up the mountain to look for wild boars, it must be much safer to bring the big dogs of Zhang An's family.

Moreover, Da Mao and his brothers have all grown up, although they are not as good as their own father.

But compared with the local dogs in the village, that physique pales in comparison.

Seeing that his mother had just brought it out, Zhang An picked up the porcelain bowl and made a bowl for himself.

Feeling the elastic rice shrimp in his mouth, Zhang An felt a little pity.

When the weather was the hottest, I didn't remember to make this, otherwise this thing is really a good product to relieve the heat.

After eating a few bowls of hot and sour rice shrimp, Zhang An burped contentedly.

Finally, I changed the bowl and served a bowl of brown sugar rice shrimp as a dessert drink after the meal. Two words: comfortable.

And after the brown sugar rice shrimp was made, Wang Fang put it in the refrigerator for a while.

Now it tastes not only sweet, but also very cold.

After eating, Zhang An took a rest under the tree and fell asleep unconsciously.

When he woke up again, he found that his father had returned.

"Father, you met a wild boar, where did you meet it?"

After Zhang An got up, he found bloodstains on several of his big dogs.

It looked like it was matching a wild boar, so Zhang An went over to check the dogs one by one.

I was relieved when I found that none of the big dogs at home were injured.

"I found a few in Luopo, Tun (deng), but the big dogs of our family killed one, and the rest of the village surrounded one, and the rest ran up the mountain."

Zhang Jianguo was talking and smiling brightly at the moment, and Zhang An reckoned that he was often praised by the villagers today.

Because Zhang An knew his old man very well, it was fine if he was not good at speaking, and he was not smiling.

The reason why he can laugh so happily now must be because the villagers made him happy after Xiaohu surrounded the wild boar.

"However, the wild boars this time are not big, and the two that were carried back probably weighed about two hundred catties."

When Zhang Jianwen spoke, he looked calm and calm, as if he didn't pay attention to the two hundred catties of wild boars.

In his opinion, their family beat a pig with a big tooth weighing more than 300 catties before.

He really didn't look down on these two hundred catties of wild boars, and felt dissatisfied.

While the family was talking, the loudspeakers in the village began to sound.

At this time, the old uncle was talking in the office and asked everyone to go to the drying yard to divide the meat at 06:30.

After Zhang Jianwen cleaned up, Wang Fang mixed a bowl of rice and shrimp from home and served it to him.

Zhang An's family probably won't have much dinner tonight, because they ate too much rice and shrimp just now, and they are a little full.

"Zhang An, does every family in the village have meat distribution?"

When Su Ying heard about dividing the meat, she was very surprised.

In the village, the meat is distributed to each family. This kind of thing is now very rare.

"It must be in every family, otherwise what is it called meat distribution, how about I take you to have a look?"

The scene of dividing meat in the village is very spectacular, but Su Ying must have never seen it before.

So Zhang An reckoned that the pigs on the drying yard should be picked up at this moment, so he wanted to take Su Ying to have a look.

"Let's go, the pig must be finished by now, if it's not scary, just go for a walk."

Looking at the eager look on Su Ying's face, she was also a little bit tangled.

Zhang An knew what she was struggling with at a glance. It must have left a shadow when the New Year pig was killed last year.

Originally, Zhang An thought that he should be the first to come.

Unexpectedly, after arriving at the drying ground, many people have already come.

At the moment, there are groups of three and five on the drying ground, chatting about homework.

"Wow, there are so many people, it's really lively."

Even though the old uncle said that a family can go alone, many people have nothing to do and like to go to join in the fun.

"There are so many people who don't eat too much meat, each family should not get much meat."

"Yeah, it's estimated that a few catties of meat will be enough for each family, and it can almost eat two meals."

At this moment, Zhang An had already seen the two slaughtered pigs, and Lin Youde and his apprentice were unloading the meat.

The two pigs add up to less than three hundred catties of clean meat, and each family probably has three or four catties.

"Actually, it doesn't matter how much you can share. The important thing is that everyone can have fun together."

Although it is very common to divide meat in the past, few villages still do it in the past two years.

The wild boars have not been protected yet, and every year when the mountain goes down to harm the Baogu, Changqing must not be the only village that can catch the wild boars.

But many villages don't think about dividing up the meat, but sell it for money and return it to the village.

Although it can be regarded as the common property of the village, it feels different from the feeling that the meat is distributed to each family.

So this is also the reason why everyone can respond positively when the old uncle comes out to raise his arms when there is something going on in the village.

Dividing the meat is just a trivial matter, although it is true that each family does not get much meat.

But from this small matter, the village has united all of us together.

Not long after, the old uncle stood in front of the counter and shouted "The meat is divided".

After receiving the signal, everyone lined up consciously.

It may be because the second grandma of Zhang An and the second grandma of Huang fought with Li Laifu and his mother during the meat division last time.

So this time when the meat was divided, the old uncle stood beside the desk and took care of the place.

I'm afraid that there will be a situation where several old ladies fight together again later.

(End of this chapter)