Who understands? I took the library with me to farm

Chapter 20 Interesting anecdotes from the field
  The staple food is yellow rice porridge which has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Everything must be coordinated. If you have meat to eat today, you can't waste more food. Cooking a pot of porridge is simple and hassle-free.

Feng Yuanlang had been obediently staying in the kitchen to light the fire, fetch water, and wash vegetables. In order to fulfill his promise, He Miao began to make almond cheese.

"Suiyuan Food List" records how to make apricot cheese: "Beat the almonds to make pulp, wring out the residue, mix with rice flour and add sugar and boil it."

He Miao didn't find almonds at home, maybe because Dayan didn't have such a crop, but it wasn't nothing. There were still a lot of dried peanuts in the grain tank in the cellar.

She followed the recipe and made a peanut butter cheese dish, and extravagantly added two spoons of honey and a bowl of milk.

There is no refrigerator for quick freezing, and there is no coagulant like gelatine. After cooking, you need to wait for it to cool naturally, so that the taste will be better.

He Miao showed off a bowl for himself first, and then filled a small bowl for each of Feng Yuanlang and his two nephews.

The two children, no, the three children happily ate it with small porcelain spoons. After finishing the meal, the smiles on their faces could not be contained, as if adults had won the lottery.

At dinner, the stir-fried spicy chicken was served, and the whole family had their mouths full of oil.

Mrs. Feng Liu praised He Miao all over: "You are indeed our Miao'er. The dead chicken is more delicious than the freshly killed one!"

Feng Erzhuang couldn't stop talking when he was eating. As long as he was at the dinner table, there would be endless food to eat.

Among the whole family, he and Li Huahua were the most talkative. While he was drinking porridge, he was telling anecdotes about today's field.

He Miao was confused after hearing this, thinking that if his second brother reached the modern age, he could also be a reporter for a gossip tabloid or a host of an entertainment channel.

When Feng Erzhuang was "broadcasting the news", he did not forget to praise the dishes cooked by his younger siblings: "This dish is delicious, it is indeed delicious. By the way, you don't know it yet, right? Today in the fields, I heard the old Zhang family Xiao Wuzi say, Zheng That old man at home is in trouble."

Hearing Zheng Laoliu's name, everyone at the table pricked up their ears.

"What's going on?" Chen Xiu'e asked hurriedly.

"I heard..." Feng Erzhuang got excited and pretended to be mysterious, "He went up the mountain to collect herbs for his mother. His foot slipped and Gulu fell down, and he fell on a broken wooden pile..."

He stopped deliberately and looked at everyone with a smirk.

"You damn ghost, don't show off, tell me quickly, what happened next?" Chen Xiu'e was so anxious that she punched the man on the back.

Feng Erzhuang snickered, and then said, "He's crippled that place. It's so miserable." As he spoke, he reached under the table and pointed.

Everyone immediately understood what that place was.

When Feng Dazhuang heard this, his mouth opened wide. A piece of chicken rolled down. He quickly raised his hand to catch it and threw it back into his mouth to chew.

Feng Xiaoxi blushed in the corner where no one was paying attention, lowered her head and held the porridge bowl to cover her face.

"Ah? How serious! It just rained, and the mountain is very slippery." Li Huahua gloated, "He usually sneaks around all day long, but he still has the filial piety to go to the mountain to collect medicine?"

Feng Qinkui lowered his head and sighed: "What a sin, your Aunt Zheng gave birth to eight children and five sons, but you can only support this one. The incense of the old Zheng family is just cut off."

"Don't even talk about it. You always talk about these dirty things at the dinner table, and you don't avoid the children. He is a dirty guy. He might be doing something up the mountain. What's the pity if he falls to death?" Feng Liu interrupted the discussion, "Shut up and eat!"

"Mother, how can you eat when you shut up?" Feng Yuanlang asked stupidly, causing the whole room to burst into laughter.

At this moment, there were two people at the happy dinner table with different thoughts. He Miao secretly vented his anger: Huh, this kind of scum deserves to have his descendants exterminated and his shameless genes destroyed, maybe it will benefit mankind.

Chen Xiu'e chewed the meat in her mouth and chewed the wax in her heart: No wonder He Miao didn't respond that day. There has been no news from Zheng Laoliu in recent days. His thing is broken. Maybe it has something to do with this matter. It's over now.

Her worried look was noticed by He Miao.

At night, with the oil lamp burning in the West House until midnight, He Miao regained the state of staying up late to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination. Holding a copy of "Quick Handbook of Ventriloquism for Beginners", He Miao started a crazy learning mode.

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On Qingming Festival, the whole family goes to the mountains early to sweep tombs and pay homage to their ancestors.

As soon as she got up in the morning, Mrs. Feng Liu started making "Qingming rice" with her daughters-in-law.

He Miao is used to flipping through books and checking information before doing anything. She saw the relevant description in "Suiyuan Food List": "Pound the grass into juice, mix it with powder to make dough, and the color is like jasper."

The ancient customs and habits have been inherited, and Qingming rice has become the modern Youth League.

The day before, Feng Erzhuang went up the mountain to collect a basket of grass leaves, including wormwood, wolfberry leaves, shepherd's purse, white cockleaf and other edible wild vegetables and health-preserving herbs.

It is necessary to make all the green dumplings while they are fresh. The women all work together to turn, knead, fill and twist the dough.

Clean the grass leaves, chop them into pieces, mix them with the glutinous rice soaked in advance and press them into palm-sized round cakes. Wrap them with red bean filling mixed with a small amount of brown sugar, which can neutralize the bitter taste of the wild grass.

The red bean paste filling is made by He Miao. In addition to the red beans, some red-skinned peanuts are added. It is soft, sweet and has a delicate texture. It is delicious when eaten directly. It is steamed with grass glutinous rice skin and eaten. The sweeter it becomes, the sweeter it is. It's greasy and more flavorful.

There were still a few salted duck eggs pickled by her mother-in-law, so He Miao made a green dumpling stuffed with salted egg yolk. He took out the egg yolk and mashed it to make the filling, and kept the egg white for later use, so he could make a "crab race" when he had time.

Make two full food boxes, enough for the whole family.

Before going up the mountain, another important thing is to buy a special kind of paper on the day called "furoshiki".

It is said that if you wrap incense candles, ingots and other objects in this "recited" paper and burn it, you can go underground and deliver it to your deceased relatives, probably like the packages used by the post office to deliver items.

The legend is magical, but it is just a saying made up by the living people to express their thoughts.

Furoshiki is ordinary yellow-haired straw paper. Because it comes with what people call "mysterious power", it is not easy to get. You have to go to Nanzhi shop to buy it.

There is no such shop in the village. When the villagers want to do some errands or buy paper wreaths and other commemorative items, they go to the home of Hu Daxian, who is "good at seeing things."

"Let's go! I'll go out with my mother and bring back some furoshiki." After Mrs. Feng Liu finished her work, she wiped her hands on her waist and called He Miao to go out together.

please? This word is used in a very pious way.

He Miao was a staunch materialist, thinking that feudal superstition was not good, but his legs refused to obey and he followed Feng Liu to Hu Daxian's house.

Not for anything else, but mainly because she was also curious about what kind of mysterious place this was.

Before entering Hu's house, I saw that the small courtyard was full of people, and even the threshold was broken.

(End of this chapter)