The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 8 Eating Meat
"Of course, we have caramel, stone honey, honey, and sweet syrup. Which one do you need?" The peddler introduced positively.

Han Qianluo knew that caramel was maltose, and he knew what honey was. The original owner also had sweet syrup in his memory. It was a kind of sweet liquid, but Shimi had never heard of it.

"What is Shimi?" Han Qianluo asked.

"It's not made by us here. It's shipped from Tianzhu. It's much better than maltose. Of course, the price is also more expensive. Thirty cents a catty." The peddler said excitedly.

Han Qianluo quickly interrupted him and asked, "Can you show me?"

"Okay, wait a minute." After speaking, the hawker turned around and went to get stone honey. After a while, he took out a few hard candies and showed Han Qianluo: "This is stone honey." Originally, Han Qianluo thought that stone honey was Unexpectedly, the ancient white sugar was not at all, it turned out to be hard candy, so I lost the desire to buy it.

On the way home, Han Qianluo suddenly thought of a question, even that kind of candy can be sold at that price, so why didn't he make candy and sell it.Regarding the method of making white sugar, Han Qianluo still knows about it. She has done it before. Of course, there were a lot of mechanical equipment at that time, so it was naturally very simple to make.

Along the way, Han Qianluo was thinking about the feasibility of making sugar. The biggest problem now should be the problem of raw materials. Sugar cane and sugar beets are used in sugar making. She has never seen beet, and sugar cane seems to be rare. I saw it in this place, and I don't know if other things can be used to make sugar.

Han Qianluo had never walked such a long distance before, and this was the first time he had walked such a long distance. Halfway through the journey, he felt a pain in his legs, and he had no strength at all, so he wanted to stop and rest.

When Han Qianluo walked home, he sat on the bed and couldn't get up.As for why I sit on the bed, of course it is because there is no stool to make it. It is better not to sit on the ground than to kneel on the ground.

Han Qianluo sat on the bed and rested for a long time before getting up and taking the seasoning and spices he bought to the kitchen and putting them away. In order to prevent them from being eaten by mice or something, Han Qianluo found a small clay pot and put it in a heavy object. in the mouth of the jar.

When she came back, Han Qianluo saw that Han Shuier was preparing to weave again. The reason why she said preparation was because she was doing the preparatory work before weaving, spinning.

After Han Qianluo put the spices away, he was ready to go out to spin the yarn. The original owner used to do this often, but Han Qianluo had never done it. It is also impossible not to spin forever, there is always a first time.

Han Qianluo stood next to Han Shuier and watched her spinning. At this time, she already had a spinning wheel, like what Han Shuier used was a horizontal hand-operated spinning wheel. On the right was a round shelf, like two rows of electric fans. Like the leaves, there is also a handle in the center of the shelf for turning this round shelf.On the left hand side is a small round iron ingot.

Han Shuier turned the handle with his right hand, and the round shelf turned, and the rope in the middle drove the small round ingot on the right to rotate.At the same time, the left hand pulls out the spun thread until the left hand reaches the longest, and the right hand turns the handle before stopping. The left hand winds the spun thread on the winding cylinder of the small round ingot, which is actually a small bamboo pole.Then repeat the previous action.

Han Qianluo looked at it for a while, and thought it was quite simple, and then said to Han Shuier: "Sister, let me do it." Han Qianluo used to do this job often, so Han Shuier stood up naturally and said: " You spin, and I'll tie the thread." After finishing speaking, he ignored Han Qianluo.

Han Qianluo was the first to do this job, and he was not very proficient. It seemed to be a simple thing to do by himself, but it was not easy at all, and his left and right hands were uncoordinated. Fortunately, Han Shui'er was busy with other things, otherwise he would definitely be suspicious.

After a while, Han Qianluo slowly mastered it. Although he was not as fast as Han Shui'er, he still became proficient slowly.When it was time to cook in the evening, Han Qianluo felt that he was already proficient.

When cooking at night, Han Qianluo was only responsible for lighting the fire as usual.Originally, Han Qianluo thought that he would also eat boiled vegetables tonight, but unexpectedly saw Han Qingquan take out a piece of pork.

"Brother, do you want to eat meat tonight?" Han Qianluo asked excitedly, she was really surprised that she could still eat meat.

"En." Han Qingquan agreed and went to cut the meat, making a "dong dong dong" sound.

"Brother, how much is a catty of pork?" Han Qianluo asked, she felt a little strange, how could she be willing to sell meat when she was so poor.

"Meat is not expensive today. It costs eleven cents a catty, so I bought a catty." Han Qingquan said, "You just recovered from illness and need to make up for it."

Han Qianluo didn't expect to hear such an answer. To say that he was very moved would be a bit fake and exaggerated, but to say that he didn't feel anything at all would be a lie.At this moment, Han Qianluo felt that this was his family, he would care about himself, and he would blame himself for his bad behavior.

"Brother, besides meat, what are the other dishes tonight?" Han Qianluo asked, it was impossible for the four of them to eat such a little food.

Han Qingquan replied while cutting the meat: "Of course it's cabbage." Han Qianluo heard it, and remembered the bracken that had been boiled this morning and hadn't all been cold, so he said, "Brother, don't eat cabbage tonight. The uneaten bracken is boiled in the meat."

"Is this delicious?" Han Qingquan asked with some doubts.

Han Qianluo said confidently: "Don't worry, it must be delicious. Haven't you all eaten this morning?" Han Qingquan thought of the bracken in the morning and said, "It's really delicious, let's cook the bracken Vegetables and meat."

At this time, even the meat is very simple and rough. Han Qianluo volunteered to cook the meat, and said to Han Qingquan: "I will cook the dishes tonight. Just go out and wait for dinner."

"Okay then. I'm just waiting to try your cooking tonight." Han Qingquan said, without saying anything, turned around and went out.

Han Qianluo boiled the water in the clay pot, poured the meat into it, boiled the water again, and a layer of black, dirty-looking oil foam floated on the water, and Han Qianluo put the meat Pick it up, then pour out the water in the clay pot, refill the water, pour the meat pieces in, then put salt, and the seasoning spices bought today.

In fact, Han Qianluo thought of a piece of boiled meat, but thought that there were not many seasonings, so he gave up this idea, and it is better to fry the meat.The so-called frying at this time is to boil the water inside until there is a little water left.In Han Qianluo's view, this has nothing to do with "fried" eight poles.

After the steamed buns in the pottery pot were steamed, Han Qianluo picked up the pottery pot, then poured the meat from the pot into the front pot, and poured the bracken cut into sections to stew together.

Soon, Han Qianluo asked about Rouxiang. Of course, Han Qianluo was not the only one who asked, but the other three also asked.However, the eldest brother Han Qingquan and the second child seemed very steady and didn't do anything special, but Han Sanwei hurried into the kitchen, lying on the stove, staring at the meat in the clay pot.Han Qianluo looked at Han Sanwei's appearance, always suspicious that his saliva would stay.

Soon, the stewed meat was ready. Han Qianluo put the dishes in a big bowl and took them out. Han Sanwei actively packed the steamed buns on a plate and put them on the table. He couldn't wait to finish them. His eyes Staring at the meat on the table without blinking, waiting to eat.

"Let's eat."

As soon as Han Qingquan's words fell, Han Sanwei's chopsticks stretched towards the meat, but then his chopsticks were blocked by Han Qingquan's chopsticks, Han Qingquan reprimanded softly: "The meat is for your second sister, she just gave birth If you are sick, you are in such good health that you are not allowed to eat it."

As soon as Han Sanwei heard this, the expression on his face collapsed, he looked very sad, looked at Han Qingquan expectantly, then looked at Han Qianluo, and said pitifully, "Third sister, I Just eat a piece, okay?"

In fact, it's no wonder that Han Sanwei behaved like this. As far as Han Qianluo could remember, he hadn't eaten meat for half a year.Looking at Han Sanwei's eyes, Han Qianluo couldn't bear it. In later generations, she saw a lot of children who ate too well and grew too fat. Seeing such eyes now, she really couldn't stand it.

Han Qianluo put a piece of meat into Han Sanwei's bowl, and said, "Brother, I can't finish it all by myself, let's eat it together." Han Qianluo said this against his will, there is no way to eat such a little meat There is no end to it, but the second half of the sentence is sincere.

"There is so much to eat there, you can eat it alone." Han Qingquan said, and then picked up a chopsticks of bracken to eat, and said after eating: "This dish is also very delicious, better than the morning. Eat better."

Han Shuier and Han Sanwei also tasted it quickly, especially Han Sanwei. After eating the bracken, he said: "This is also very delicious. I'd better eat this. Let the third sister eat the meat."

After hearing this, Han Qianluo really didn't know what expression to make.Since he was eating meat, the meal took a little longer. Han Qianluo knelt on the ground, his legs were numb, and he missed the original stool even more.

"Brother, can you do carpentry?" Han Qianluo asked, if the elder brother couldn't, she would also find someone to make a stool. She was really tired of kneeling on the ground every day.

"It will be a little easier, what are you going to do?" Han Qingquan asked a little strangely.

Han Qianluo sorted out what he was going to say, and made sure to express himself accurately: "I want to make a stool, just like this table, but only half the width and half length of this table." Looking at Han Qingquan, I wondered if he understood.

"Xiao Luo, what are you going to do with this stool?" Han Qingquan asked.

(End of this chapter)