My village can't be like this

Chapter 375: One pot passed down to three generations, the pot is still there

After washing and soaking all the remaining blood rice in the space, Zhang An came out of the space.

When he walked out of the study room, he happened to meet Su Ying who had returned from class.

"Zhang An, why do you smell so strong of alcohol? Did you soak it in the wine vat? How much alcohol did you drink this afternoon?"

Su Ying just met Zhang An and asked three questions in a row.

Because she smelled a very strong smell of alcohol, which made her feel very heady and almost made her drunk.

After getting closer, I realized that it was coming from Zhang An, so I quickly took a few steps back and stayed away from Zhang An.

After being reminded by Su Ying, Zhang An realized that the smell of alcohol on his body was indeed a bit strong.

When he was in the space, he could still feel it when the alcohol first came out, but then he became numb after being smoked for a long time.

At this moment, he sniffed his nose, and it really felt like he had just come out of a bath in a wine tank.

"I'm not drinking, I'm just studying how to blend liquor."

Zhang An wasn't lying. He was indeed studying the blending of liquor in the afternoon.

Just not in the study room, but in space.

"Then I'm going to take a shower. You can help me find some clothes and bring them over."

My wife's ability to drink is very poor, and the smell of alcohol on his body is so strong that if she had been closer for a while, Su Ying might be intoxicated.

So Zhang An went straight to the bathroom, stripped himself completely, and rinsed himself first.

In fact, he didn't smell much of alcohol, and all the alcohol smell soaked into his clothes.

However, after the fermented grains have been steamed in space for so long, it is better to wash them to refresh them.

"Dad, I'm going to fetch rice. You, please come with me."

Zhang An was going to Zhang Xinmin's house to harvest several hundred kilograms of millet, but he couldn't handle it alone.

When I saw my father coming back from herding sheep, I immediately woke up. I didn't feel bad at all for my son to wake me up.

"Why are you beating so much rice? Our family can't finish it. After a long time, there will be rice worms everywhere. Why won't it be wasted?"

Zhang Jianguo looked at his son carrying half a cartload of millet, which weighed at least four to five hundred kilograms.

It was all beaten into rice, and it would take at least half a year for their family of four to eat it. For such a long time, the rice vat would definitely be full of grain and cattle.

In the past, in addition to people eating, there were also several big dogs at home eating together, so the food consumption was still relatively large.

But now that spring has begun, the tiger cubs have not eaten at home for a long time. They have gone to the mountains one by one and will not come back until they are full.

And they also know to wash their mouths after eating, otherwise they will be criticized by Wang Fang again when they come back.

"The millet harvested by our family last year will definitely not be used up this year, so I want to use part of the roasting wine, the kind that Mr. Huang used to make."

After brewing wine with his own hands in space, Zhang An was extremely excited and couldn't wait to brew some wine at home.

Moreover, these two days have been relatively free, and there are some odd jobs in the fields. You can do them or not, and you just have time.

"Otherwise, let's make more. I heard that the wine that Mr. Huang roasted was too much for the grain. I guess I won't be able to get much out of these several hundred kilograms."

When Zhang Jianguo heard that his son wanted to make wine, he originally wanted to make Zhang Anxian panic.

But I heard that it was the kind that Huang Erye brewed before. Like a face-changing master, his face immediately changed.

Just now, I said Zhang Anmi was too old, but now I want Zhang An to fight more.

"Dad, this isn't my first time doing this. Let's do it step by step. If the brewing is bad, don't waste the rice."

Just kidding, Zhang An is not willing to thresh more. Although there is a lot of millet at home, there will be floods this year, and the harvest in the fields will definitely be hopeless.

The millet left at home was enough to feed Zhang An's family for two years.

The reason why he wanted to make wine outside was because Zhang An didn't want to have to find excuses to offend his family when he got wine from space in the future.

Today, no one at Zhang Xinmin's house came to thresh rice and grind corn, so Zhang An could turn on the machine by pulling the millet over.

Zhang Xinmin looked at Zhang An pulling so much grain, and the smile on his face was as bright as the sun.

"Hey, Uncle Jianguo, your family is going to do something big, and they have to dig so much rice."

Rural people can only thresh more than a hundred kilograms of rice at a time, unless they have something to do.

People like Zhang An who weigh hundreds of kilograms at a time usually only do so if they are hosting a banquet.

"What's the matter? I'm bored. I want to make some rice, roasted wine, and have some fun."

When Zhang Xinmin heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched unconsciously. After all, he was a confident person.

This much rice would be worth a lot of money if sold, but Zhang An just used it to bake wine for fun.

Their family's conditions in the village were pretty good, but they didn't dare to play like this.

"Well, when the roasted wine comes out, you must call us to have a drink."

Although he said good things, he didn't believe that Zhang An could bake the wine.

After all, Wang Xinhua's father lost a lot of food when he first learned how to bake wine.

In his opinion, this craft is all made of grain. These hundreds of kilograms of rice probably won't play a big role.

The unit at Zhang Xinmin's house is relatively small, not as large as the large units in the rice threshing houses in the city. It took almost half an hour to thresh the several hundred kilograms of millet.

"Uncle, your family has grown this blood rice. It smells delicious from afar."

When bagging, Zhang Xinmin was a little greedy looking at the blood-red rice.

"Uncle, if your family is sowing rice seedlings this year, please help me sow more rice seedlings. I will also plant two fields for my own food."

The last time Zhang An came over to thresh rice, he felt a little nostalgic when he smelled the fragrance of the rice.

He couldn't use all the paddy fields to grow blood rice like Zhang An's family did. After all, millet was quite valuable now.

But it is still possible for their family to set aside a few points of land to grow some blood rice alone. After all, two points of land are not much more.

And there is no need to leave a big field, the last rice field is completely enough.

"Hey, it's not a problem. I'll just sow more grain seeds when the rice is sown in a few days. Then you can come and transplant them."

Zhang Jianguo readily agreed. It is a normal thing to ask for rice seedlings and vegetable seedlings from the villagers in the countryside.

After all, when someone sows grain seeds, they may sow more or less, and it may not be just enough.

In the end, Zhang Xinmin did not collect the money from Zhang An's family in order to repay the favor.

Back home, Zhang Jianguo started washing rice before Zhang An opened his mouth.

It’s just that there are so many rice, but their family doesn’t have that many big basins and buckets to soak the rice.

"Dad, we definitely don't have enough big basins and buckets. Why don't we go out and borrow some." Zhang An's family only has two big basins, one wooden basin and one plastic basin. The big one is quite big, but it's not very useful.

Unlike in the space, Zhang An has made a lot of large wooden basins or large plastic basins.

"That's it, let's borrow it quickly before it's time for dinner."

It's four or five o'clock now, and in a little while it will be time to go to someone else's house for dinner. It will be embarrassing to come to the door then.

Buckets and large basins are essential household utensils for every household in Longcun. In the past, when there was no running water, the household relied on a bucket for water.

Some people may not have purchased large basins in the past, because a long time ago they only had large wooden basins, and it was quite expensive to make one.

But the carpenters made it very strong, so it’s expensive.

To put it in one sentence, one pot is passed down to three generations, and the pot is still there when people leave.

There is no falsehood in this statement. The wooden basin in Zhang An's house was left by Zhang An's grandparents.

Although the large wooden basin is now a little patinated and looks a bit old, the wooden basin is still very strong and does not leak at all. It is estimated that it can continue to be used if it is passed to Zhang Andu in the future.

But many people make smaller ones in order to save money. After all, their family conditions are somewhat tight, so they can save as much as possible, but small wooden basins are sometimes inconvenient to use.

But things are getting better now. Due to the development of technology, plastic pots are already on the market.

Moreover, this kind of basin is not expensive and anyone can afford it. However, this thing is not strong, so be careful when using it.

It's okay if it's broken, because people who mend pots and basins can now repair it, but if it's burned or scalded, you can only replace it with a new one.

It's not the end of the year now, so no one wants to make rice and rice cakes, so everyone's big pots at home should be empty. It's easy to borrow them if you want.

Then the two men visited half of the village, searching door to door, and borrowed more than twenty large pots.

"Look, just these few hundred kilograms of rice will require us to borrow so many large pots. If we buy more rice, we won't be able to borrow all of our village."

In addition to rice, a large basin also contains a lot of water, so a large basin can hold up to forty or fifty kilograms of rice.

Although the extra large pot is useless now, it will be useful when the rice is soaked and steamed.

Anyway, I will borrow it from now on, and this time Zhang An took the opportunity to lend it back.

Before soaking the rice, Zhang An first wrote a mark for each basin, and marked which one belonged to whose family.

Although he has a good memory, he will definitely be able to remember it when the time comes.

But I'm afraid that if he is away from home for something, Wang Fang and Zhang Jianguo will exchange it for someone else. It will be bad if they get mixed up.

Zhang Jianguo and Zhang An, father and son, were washing rice in the yard. When Su Ying saw it, she picked up her sleeves and planned to come over to help.

But before he could get down the steps, he was dragged back by Wang Fang.

Su Ying used to be the eldest child in the family, but now that she is pregnant with twins, her status has skyrocketed.

Wang Fang pampered her so much all day long that he was not willing to let her do work.

"Dad, you don't have to wash it too thoroughly. Just wash it two or three times. You have to wash it after it's soaked."

Zhang An has washed so many meters in space, and he has already summed up his experience.

No matter how clean the washing is now or how clear the water is.

But after soaking, a lot of rice water can still be washed out when washed again.

So when he saw his father Zhang Jianguo grabbing a basin of blood rice and washing it seven or eight times, he quickly shouted.

If we follow this standard, we may have to work all night tonight.

After the washing was finally done, the main hall of Zhang An's house was filled with large basins, and everything looked red with blood.

Before going to bed at night, Wang Fang was preparing mosquito nets and oilcloth to cover the big basin for soaking rice.

"Mom, there's no need to cover these. They'll be soaked and washed tomorrow."

With Mimi and Hui Qiu in Zhang An's house, it was so quiet that there wasn't even a mouse.

Other bugs will not appear, otherwise they will become gray ball snacks.

Wang Fang covered the mosquito net just to keep out the dust, but since she had to do laundry tomorrow, there was no need at all.

Moreover, there are many green plants that can absorb dust in the main room of Zhang An's house. There is no difference between covering the mosquito net or not covering it.

Early the next morning, Zhang An ran to the old house to move another large wooden steamer.

"When did you buy this steamer? Why is it so big? The wooden steamers used for wine making are not as big as this."

Wang Fang's eyes widened when she saw Zhang An carrying the big wooden steamer through the door. She originally thought it was the kind everyone used when serving wine.

Unexpectedly, this steamer was bigger than those others, and even an adult couldn't see his head even if he jumped in and squatted in it.

"This is the one I asked the carpenter uncle to make last time because I wanted to steam more rice at once. Otherwise, why would I bother the carpenter uncle and just go to the town to buy it?"

The largest wooden steamer sold by those in the town is estimated to be eighty centimeters high, which Zhang Anke despises.

This mouthpiece was specially made by Zhang An, with a height of 1.4 meters, which means Carpenter Lin is very skilled and cannot be taken down by ordinary carpenters.

Today Zhang Jianguo also gave up his favorite activity of herding sheep, because he likes this wine more than herding sheep.

He thought about the blood rice that he soaked in the big basin yesterday and soaked all night. It was ready to be washed again today, so he stayed at home.

But this time, instead of washing everything like yesterday, we steamed one pot and washed one pot. After all, rice steaming with wooden steamers is indeed slower.

There is no need to build a fire stove. The stove that was built for killing pigs can be used. Although it is not as big as the one Zhang An built in the space, it is almost enough.

Later in the yard, Wang Fang was responsible for lighting the fire, while Zhang Jianguo and Zhang An were responsible for washing rice.

"Xiao An, the water in the pot has been heated and the rice is ready."

Although the stove is relatively large, Wang Fang has been burning earth stoves all his life and is extremely quick at making fire.

"Mom, this steamer has not been used yet. Although it is made of toon wood, it still needs to be steamed for a while."

Zhang An regretted a little at this time. When he went to get the steamer, he didn't put this steamer in the space. He replaced the steamer in the space and used it, so as to avoid the process of empty steaming.

As for the new wooden steamer, Zhang Anke had plenty of time to steam it when it was placed in the space.

"It turns out it's made of toon wood. I also said it smelled fragrant. How much toon wood must be used to make such a big steamer?"

Wang Fang could tell from the wooden fan on the steamer that the toon wood must be quite large, and she felt it was a pity to use it to make a steamer.

After all, this kind of large wooden steamer is only used a few times a year. It is more cost-effective to use toona wood than to use fir squares. The toon wood saved in this way can be used to make other furniture.

Although the wooden steamers used to steam rice at home are also made of toona wood, they are small steamers and do not require much wood or cost much money.

"It didn't take much. I just used the few pieces of materials we had left over from last time and made them."

Wang Fang originally wanted to say that Zhang An was a prodigal, but she had done everything and nothing she said would help.

(End of this chapter)