Yoshida Mii

Chapter 45

When Dong Bao finished washing the dishes and brought them into the kitchen, Huang was kneading noodles. There was only a piece of white flour the size of Huang's fist in the stoneware basin, and it was estimated that it could only bake three pancakes, which should be for Song Bai alone.

After kneading the white noodles, Mrs. Huang put a bowl on the earthen basin to let the noodles wake up, and then went to the west room to scoop up a large bowl of sorghum noodles, brought them into the stove, and shouted to the east room with a loud voice: "boss Daughter-in-law? Boss daughter-in-law! What are you dawdling in, hurry up and meet!"

Mrs. Li hurriedly let out a "hey", trotted out to draw well water, washed her hands, and then went into the kitchen to knead sorghum noodles.

Mrs. Huang yelled to the main room again: "Father, take out the lard in the basket, the third child has gone home, and our family will have a good lunch at noon!"

Dongbao, who was burning the fire, couldn't bear it any longer. He lowered his head and curled his lips. The white flour pancakes were considered good, there were only three, which probably wasn't enough for Song Bai to eat alone. She and Mrs. Li probably could only eat some dishes fried in lard. This is still due to Song Bai's credit, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to eat lard.

Mrs. Huang had a loud voice, and Second Aunt Song, who was eavesdropping on the outside in the West Wing, let out a "ho", spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, and said to Uncle Song, "Look, we have to look at the third child when we eat lard." In terms of face! Our two sons, with ten acres of land, are feeding these people who eat rice, so they can’t even eat lard! In the entire Tagouji, your old Song’s family is the worst! It’s Mrs. Ge’s house Last time, I saw peanuts and melon seeds in their main room for entertaining guests, all in plates."

"What are you talking about? That's the peanuts and melon seeds Mrs. Ge bought for her son to entertain the matchmaker. Who in the village doesn't know how their family is doing?" Second Uncle Song said impatiently, and then After thinking about it, I felt something was wrong, and stared and shouted: "Why did you visit Mrs. Ge's house again? Didn't your mother know that you didn't deal with her? Let my mother know, if you scold you badly, don't blame me! "

Old man Song took a small jar of lard and sent it to the kitchen.Mrs. Huang carefully opened the lid and saw that there was not much lard in it. She felt a little unhappy. She looked at Dong Bao who was making the fire and Mrs. Li who was kneading the noodles. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became.
Huang Shihu scooped the remaining small spoonful of lard into the bowl with a face, and put the cut fat meat in first. As soon as it touched the hot cast iron pan, the fat meat quickly sizzled and gradually shrunk. It melted into clear oil, and the small kitchen was filled with the smell of oil fumes.

Huang Shi scooped the freshly squeezed oil into the earthenware pot again, and called old man Song to put it back in its original place.Mrs. Huang also put the oily residue left over from oil extraction into the bowl piece by piece, counting them while still counting in her mouth.While waiting for the cooking, Mrs. Huang took out the oil residue and counted it again. After confirming that there was no shortage, she poured it into the pot and fried it with the vegetables.

Dong Bao held back for a long time before he could hold back, did not jump up and said to Huang: "Grandma, you have been standing here, my mother and I have not stolen your oil residue, don't count." With her daughter-in-law like this, Huang's family can be regarded as a strange flower among the strange ones.

Compared with the past, the Song family's lunch today can be described as "rich". There is a stir-fried pork with chili, a stir-fried garlic sprout with oil residue, and a vegetable fried with lard.

There were three white flour pancakes, and they were placed in front of Song Bai, while the others ate the sorghum pancakes distributed by Mrs. Huang.

Song Bai seemed to be used to this kind of differential treatment long ago, and he didn't think there was anything inappropriate, so he picked up the white flour pancakes and ate them naturally, while Da Mao and Ermao watched Song Bai bit the white flour pancakes, chewed and swallowed them slowly , Greedy saliva ticking.

The bowl of fried pork with chili was also placed in front of Song Bai. The Song family knew that only Song Bai could eat, so they didn't bother to touch that dish.Fortunately, Da Mao and Er Mao had oil residues to eat, and the two of them fought hard for those pieces.

Dong Bao lowered her head and drank the porridge. In her previous life, she almost forgot that there was such a thing as oil residue in the world. Later, the company organized a trip to the farmhouse to play. It was said that the farm food was oil residue and small cabbage, and she suddenly remembered that when she was a child, life at home was difficult. I am very greedy for this thing, but when I eat it again, the aroma in my memory is gone.

Now she... is also very greedy, but she would rather not eat than be scolded by Mrs. Huang for a long time, such as "delicious, not expensive, idiot..." or whatever.

Just as Dongbao bowed his head to eat, a piece of oily residue was caught in Dongbao's bowl, fell into the porridge, and the oily flakes floated on the water.

Dong Bao raised his head in surprise, and saw old man Song smiling at her, and said, "Try it."

It turned out that Old Man Song gave it to her...

For a moment, Dong Bao was surprised and didn't know what to say. Everyone at the table slowed down their eating speed except Song Bai. Huang looked at old man Song in disbelief, opened his mouth several times, and didn't know what to say. what to say.

Old man Song took another piece of oil residue and put it in Zhaodi's bowl, but he didn't make a sound, and lowered his head to eat.

Huang's mouth opened and closed, and he snorted, but he didn't say anything, and continued to eat.Mrs. Huang didn't speak, and the rest of the people naturally didn't have the right to speak. In the blink of an eye, only the sound of eating was left on the dinner table.

After the oil residue was soaked in the porridge, the smell of the oil faded a lot, but Dongbao still felt very fragrant, even more fragrant than the oil residue in memory. After all, she had been here for a month, and it was the first time she ate meat.

The taciturn old man Song was caring for her little granddaughter who had lost her father in his own way. For the first time, Dong Bao's impression of grandpa changed in his heart.

Song Bai was a scholar. Although he was growing up, he didn't eat much. He didn't finish the three pancakes. Half of the pancakes were left, and he casually threw them to Er Mao, who grabbed them and ate them all. He even licked off the crumbs of bread on his hands.

After eating and drinking enough, Song Bai kept staring at Dong Bao, his face turned cloudy and clear for a while.Dong Bao's hair was on the verge of being stared at by him, and when she looked over, Song Bai looked away again.

After the meal, old man Song asked the whole family to go to the field with him to harvest rapeseed, without taking time to rest.It was a gloomy day, and it was sure to rain again. The rapeseed was already ripe, and if we didn’t harvest it, one rain would wipe out a year’s harvest.

Uncle Song's ass seemed to be nailed to the stool, but he refused to move. He clasped his hands and said to old man Song, "Father, the ground is full of mud, why are you going to the ground?"

Old man Song frowned, smoked the dry cigarette without saying a word, and said after a while, "It rained yesterday, and Lao Lin's family went down to harvest rapeseed, and the five or six acres of rapeseed were harvested in one day."

Huang was annoyed, and slapped Second Uncle Song on the head, "Don't be lazy, you don't die! Hurry up! Zhao Di and Dong Bao also go!" Grabbing the harvest is a big deal, and the harvest is related to the livelihood of the family. Pain's son is also a farmer, so he won't make mistakes on this point.

Second Uncle Song reluctantly got up and followed old man Song out. Mrs. Li has long been used by the Song family as a labor force, and Zhao Di and Dong Bao can already be used as half laborers.Da Mao and Er Mao are the top hearts of the Song family, so naturally they don't have to work in the fields. Second Aunt Song couldn't go to the fields with her stomach full. Even if she wasn't pregnant with Mao Mao, she would have all kinds of uncomfortable excuses to stay at home. Needless to say, they probably don't even know where the Song family's land is.

Along the way, Dong Bao saw many people walking into the field with sickles. When they met the Song family, they simply greeted each other and continued to move forward in a hurry. No delay.

At this time, harvesting rapeseed, like harvesting wheat, was harvested with a sickle. Dongbao remembered that before he left the countryside, the harvester had already harvested rapeseed in the field. Later, the harvester was improved and replaced. After seeding, all the rapeseeds come out are black and shiny. People only need to pick them up with bags, which is very convenient.

Old man Song went to Lin's house to borrow a flatbed, and pushed it to the ground.The three adults were cutting rapeseed in the muddy field with sickles. Dongbao and Zhaodi carried the cut rapeseed onto the flatbed truck. Pull back the empty car.

If it doesn't rain, you can still harvest rapeseed in the field. Now in this weather, you can only spread a piece of cloth in the main room, put the rapeseed on the cloth, and then put the rapeseed on the cloth and hit it hard with a mallet. Ripe rapeseeds are ready to fall out of their pods and onto the cloth.

These rapeseeds are the family's vegetable oil all year round. People like the Song family who live frugally and rarely use oil in their cooking can sell a large part of the rapeseed for their own use.

Cutting rapeseed is not an easy job. You have to start from the middle of the rapeseed stalk, bend over and cut forward, and you have to stand up and take a break for a long time.

Standing on the ground, Dong Bao saw at a glance that old man Song took the lead and cut the fastest, followed by Mrs. Li. Although he couldn't keep up with old man Song's speed, he was not far behind. Only Uncle Song stood up and groaned twice after cutting two knives. Waist, frowning enough to kill a fly.After the old man cut his own body, he turned his head to look at his son, shook his head and sighed, "You're so self-righteous!"

As soon as the group went out for a while, Quanzi ran into Song's house, looking for Dongbao to go out to play.The village households have been fellow villagers for several lifetimes, they know the basics, and they don't have the habit of knocking on the door before entering.

The east room of the Song family was quiet, Quan Zi ran over to see, there was no one in the room, only the sound of someone talking in the main room.He tiptoed over and heard Song Bai's angry voice.

"Mother, what's the matter? Why did I hear Zhaodi say that Dongbao came back after not doing a job in the city? If she doesn't go out to earn money, how can she pay off the debt owed by her elder brother? Do you know that I have no money to study?" , Can’t even eat enough? Am I still your own son? I won’t read it anymore!” Song Bai’s last sentence was filled with great resentment.

(End of this chapter)