Father's Farmer's Wife: Farming Makes a Fortune

Chapter 2 Long-lost meat
The second time the pot was ready for cooking, Mrs. Zhuang didn’t grow any vegetables. A few pumpkins were given by Aunt Liu next door. The pumpkins are durable and can be stored for several months under the dry wooden bed.

The pumpkins have been washed and cut by Mrs. Zhuang and put in bamboo baskets.

Nanmenyue set up the firewood, stood up, and saw that the water in the pot had boiled dry, took a pair of long bamboo chopsticks, opened the cracked oil tank on the stove, and took out a piece that had been fried dry. The oil residue was wiped on the bottom of the pot and thrown back into the oil tank.

Put the pumpkin into the pot, add some water, stir-fry a few times, cover the lid, squat down and take out the firewood that has been burned into charcoal and pile it aside. The charcoal is placed in the open air with sufficient oxygen, and it bursts. Sound, very hot.

Nanmenyue made a simple small shelf on the coals, got up and took the rat meat on the table, shook it a few times to get rid of the water, and put it on the shelf, the moisture on the rat meat was roasted and released There is a little bit of smoke, and the aroma of barbecue will come to your nostrils after a while.

The mice in the field eat wild fruits from the farmer, which are pure wild game. The meat is sweet and full of flavor even without any seasoning. The field mice have a good harvest in autumn, and the field mice are full every day, and they grow fat in winter.After the charcoal was steamed to remove the water, the fat of the rat meat began to boil when heated, making a sizzling sound from time to time.

Nanmen Yue started to swallow his saliva so greedy, he turned the rat meat over. At this time, the pumpkin in the pot was already cooked, so he sprinkled a few grains of salt into it, turned it a few times to let the salt melt evenly, and it was out of the pot.

The bowls and chopsticks were set on the table, and the whole family was greeted to come over for dinner.

When Qi Yinger trotted into the kitchen, he saw his mother was putting the charcoal back into the stove. He squatted down and looked at her curiously, "Mother, what are you doing? Why do I smell a fragrant smell?" The taste is the taste that Xiao Siyun's family only has when eating meat, and he really wants to eat it.

Nanmenyue put the wooden tongs away, and she didn't say a word, just to show her off and starve this little brat to death.

Mrs. Zhuang came in afterward, and when she smelled something wrong, she hurried over to open the oil tank and was relieved when she saw that the oil residue after eating for several months was still there.

"Come here, I'll give you a tooth-beating sacrifice today." She beckoned the two of them to sit down, tore the roasted rat meat into several small pieces with clean hands, and handed the leg meat to Qi Ying'er.

Qi Ying'er stared at the piece of meat in his hand and swallowed, but couldn't bear to say anything.

Nanmenyue tore another piece and handed it to Mrs. Zhuang. Seeing that Mr. Qi hadn't come in, she hurriedly asked, "Where's my father?"

Mrs. Zhuang was not willing to eat the meat, so she put it back in the bowl and pointed to the outside of the house, what else could the old man do besides tossing his wood there.

"Eat first, I'll call him."

Nanmenyue wiped her hands on her apron, took it off, and came out of the kitchen.It was already dark at this time, Mr. Qi was hunched over and playing with some of his pieces of wood in the yard, cast by the warm yellow candlelight, his bones looked rickety.

Qi Zishan is a carpenter, and as he gets older, he can get fewer and fewer jobs. After his son was arrested as a young man, this craft has never been passed on to others. Just thinking about it can make him sigh all day long.

"Father, do it after dinner."

"Come and help me pull the ink cartridge." He was not in a hurry to answer Nanmenyue, but called her to help him with work. These days, Nanmenyue followed Qi Zishan to study carpentry whenever he had time, and he was already very familiar with some tools.

Nanmenyue knew that if she wanted to survive in this down-and-out period for a long time, she must have a handicraft, but this kind of handed down skill was generally passed on from male to female, she wanted to learn it, but she never dared to speak to Mr. Qi.

"I'm going to the county town to repair the flower garden the day after tomorrow. If I don't finish this table as soon as possible, I'm afraid I won't have time in the future."

Qi Ying'er is growing up every day, and he is also getting old every day. He has more energy than energy, so let's move more while he can.

Nanmenyue lowered her head, and carefully helped him hold the ink cartridge. After the angle was aligned, she flicked the ink line, and a straight black line came out.After taking back the ink cartridge, she didn't rush back to the kitchen, but squatted there with Mr. Qi.

"Want to learn?" The girl's eyes are so eager, he has already seen it.

Nanmenyue nodded sincerely, but she didn't ask Mr. Qi to teach her, she was afraid that Mr. Qi would make things difficult for her.

Mr. Qi laughed heartily a few times, but said nothing.

The tables made in ancient times did not use nails. The size of the table legs was measured, and then suitable holes were cut on the table top, and then the table legs were punched in. The table made in this way is durable, but it is also a test of carpentry skills. Talent and perseverance, materials will be scrapped if you are not careful, this is a big taboo in carpentry.

The small table under Mr. Qi has formed a rough outline, and now it needs to be trimmed and polished.He didn't want Nanmenyue to wait there, tonight's work would come here first, so he put away his tools and got up.

"Let's go, go to dinner, don't starve yourself." The girl was still fat and white when she first arrived at her house, but she lost a lot of weight in a few months, and her pink face also turned yellowish a few.

He and the old woman are both old, so Nanmenyue is working on the housework and the fields alone. He sees it and feels pain in his heart.

The two entered the kitchen one after the other, and Qi Ying'er politely got up to move a stool for Grandpa, "Look, Grandpa, there is meat to eat at home." He took a piece of chopsticks for Grandpa, but his little hands were weak and couldn't hold it steady. , the meat fell on the table, he simply picked it up with his hands, put it near his mouth and blew it, and put it into Grandpa's bowl.

Mr. Qi looked at his naive look, with a peaceful smile on his skinny face.

Mrs. Zhuang saw that her grandson was picking up food for the old man but not for herself, so she put down her chopsticks pretending to be angry, "Hmph, I won't eat, there's no meat." She lost her temper like a child.

Qi Ying'er looked up at her, her caterpillar-like eyebrows crawled together, "Grandma, you just said that you don't like meat, how could you say this one moment, and that one moment, I'm very sorry for you. tired."

Nanmenyue sat on the side and helped her son speak up, "Yes, I remember that your grandma really doesn't like meat, so ignore her."

She continued to add insult to injury, causing Mrs. Zhuang to stare at her.On the contrary, it was Mr. Qi who loved his mother-in-law. He picked up the meat in the bowl and sent it to the old woman's bowl without saying a word.

Mrs. Zhuang gave her old man a shy look, she would put this meat in her mouth even if she was reluctant to eat it.

Nanmenyue looked at the two old men's fancy show of affection, she didn't even bother to eat, she pursed her lips and kept smiling.

Qi Ying'er didn't understand what adults were thinking, he just ate the porridge into his mouth, he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, his belly was swollen from eating today, but he still couldn't stop talking, tomorrow he plans to go with the porridge Mother went down to catch field mice.

(End of this chapter)