Wang family small peasant girl

Chapter 30

The Zhang family rushed home excitedly, and it was just noon when they arrived home. After everyone put down their burdens, they began to prepare for the New Year's Eve.

Wang Damao, the son of the wine enshrined to the Kitchen God, has sent a small jar. He likes to drink a few sips on weekdays, and the family has prepared wine all year round. He knows that no one in Zhang’s family drinks, so every year before the New Year’s Eve, he will bring some wine over. Give them a sacrifice to the Kitchen God.Incense candles, ingots, and kitchen god statues, etc., Zhang Liangen had already bought back when he went to town last time.

These basic things have been prepared, Zhang Youqing took the charter, went up the mountain to pick wild fruits, and used them to set up the altar table, and Zhou started to make the cakes for the offering. It happened that there was sweet-scented osmanthus at home, so Zhou made some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. In addition, the most important thing to eat on New Year's Eve-stove candy.

As early as a few days ago when it was snowing, Mrs. Zhou had already soaked a few catties of yellow rice millet in the vat. Five or six days had passed by now. Mrs. Zhou thought that it was time to grow hair, so she was steaming it to make sweet-scented osmanthus When making the glutinous rice flour of the cake, I lifted the board covering the vat, and looked inside, the soaked yellow rice grains had grown white buds about half an inch long, and there was a piece of white floating on the vat surface.

Mrs. Zhou was looking into the water tank when Zhang Xing rushed in and shouted, "Mother, do you want to make stove candy today?" Zhang Yun, who was lighting a fire in front of the stove, turned his head and saw him With a look of excitement on his face, he smiled and said, "When my mother was soaking millet a few days ago, she must have been thinking about it. I have seen you secretly lift the board and read it several times."

"This kid, you've been whispering in my ears these days. What else should I do? It turns out that it's because of this candied melon. Look at the future, and I'm thinking about food." Mrs. Zhou also laughed when she heard this, and put the board away. , walked up to Zhang Xing, patted his buttocks, and said: "Go, bring the bag of yellow rice in the house, after the glutinous rice flour comes out of the cage, you have to cook the yellow rice, and make the stove sugar later. In the evening, after the Stove Lord takes him away and ascends to heaven, there will be something for you to eat."

Zhang Xing laughed and jumped to the side, answered loudly, and ran out of the kitchen. Seeing his joy, Mrs. Zhou and Zhang Yun burst into laughter. After a while, Zhang Xing came back carrying a cloth bag, which contained A small half bag of yellow rice, which was stored a few months ago, is not willing to eat it on weekdays. It is waiting for the New Year's Eve to make stove candy to worship the Stove Lord. Of course, the most important thing is to add to the children for the New Year snacks.

Zhang Yun stood up and took the cloth bag, poured all the yellow rice inside into the wooden basin, scooped water into it with a ladle, washed the yellow rice, and poured out the water after washing, and let it dry on the window sill.

Here, when Zhang Yun was washing the yellow rice, the glutinous rice flour with sweet-scented osmanthus in the steamer was almost steamed. Mrs. Zhou took the steamer out of the pot and turned the glutinous rice flour on the cutting board, which had already been spread After removing the wet coarse cloth, Zhang Yun hurried over to pick up the steamer and put it on the stove.

Mrs. Zhou pressed and rubbed the coarse cloth once she wrapped it, her hands were busy, her mouth was not empty, and she called out, "Yun'er, put the yellow rice in the pot to cook quickly, before it's too late."

"Hey." Zhang Yun responded, took the yellow rice on the window sill, put water in the pot, covered the pot and boiled, then added a handful of thatch, and threw some firewood to make the fire more vigorous.

The mother and daughter were busy in the kitchen. Zhang Youqing, Zhang Zhang and his son came down from Qingtunling. Zhang Zhang came into the kitchen with a few large bunches of wild fruits in the smock over his coat.

"It smells so good." Zhang Zhang could smell the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus before he came in, so he yelled as soon as he came in. Zhang Xing hurriedly ran to him to pick up the wild fruits he was carrying, pulled up his sleeves when he picked up two, About to wipe it and put it in his mouth, Mrs. Zhou slapped his butt again when his hand was pulled away, and said with a smile: "How can you be so greedy, this must be dedicated to the Stove Lord, even if you want to eat it, you have to wait." It will be done tonight."

After Zhang Xing heard this, he put the wild fruit back in a bit of resentment, Zhang Zhang laughed, Zhang Yun stood up from the stove door, took the wooden basin that had just been filled with yellow rice, and brought it to his elder brother, Zhang Zhang put it in his pocket I poured all the fruits into the wooden basin, took the wooden basin, scooped up water and squatted by the stove to wash it.

While washing the wild fruit, Zhang Cheng turned to look at Zhang Xing, saw that he looked bored, and waved to him quietly. Zhang Xing's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly squatted down beside him. Zhang Zhang turned around and peeked around his eyes Seeing that she was cutting osmanthus cake, she didn't pay attention to it, so she touched a washed wild fruit, quickly stuffed it into Zhang Xing's hand, and looked out of the kitchen, signaling him to go out and eat.

Zhang Xing immediately understood, jumped up and ran out of the kitchen. Seeing that his father and grandpa were in the yard, he ran to the back of the kitchen and ate wild fruits in the vegetable field.

Zhang Yunquan watched the tricks of the two brothers, but they didn't say anything, they just stood in front of the stove door, pursing their lips and secretly smiling, but Mrs. Zhou didn't know it. After eating the wild fruit, I came back to the kitchen.

Mrs. Zhou stacked the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes one by one into the plate, glanced at Zhang Xing, and said, "Don't steal it, after the sacrifice, you will have something to eat, so don't worry." Hui was still happy in his heart, so he naturally nodded and agreed.

Only then did Mrs. Zhou laugh. After the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes were folded, the yellow rice in the pot was almost cooked. Zhang Yun lifted the lid of the pot, and the fragrant rice scent came to her face with the heat. She stretched out her hand and fanned it. Fanning the sweltering mist, Zhang head looked into the pot, the yellow rice was plump and shiny, and all the grains were sticky, it should be cooked.

"The yellow rice is ready, let me come here." Mrs. Zhou put the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the stove, replaced Zhang Yun, fetched the Shau Kei, filled the cooked yellow rice into the Shau Kei, and poured it into the Shau Kei. It was not enough to fill all three Shau Kei, so I took the chopping board to the front of the pot, poured the remaining yellow rice on the chopping board, scattered the rice with a cooking broom, spread it out evenly, and put it outside the kitchen It is hanging on the shelf to dry, and the same is true in the Shau Kei. Spread it out and put it on the window sill to cool it down.

"Xingzi, go and call your father." Zhou spread out the yellow rice, and sent Zhang Xing to call Zhang Youqing, and Zhang Youqing walked in after a while.

"Father, the yellow rice is ready, hurry up and grind the yellow rice in the vat." Seeing Zhang Youqing coming in, Mrs. Zhou assigned him a job, and he was good at this kind of laborious work.

"Hey." Zhang Youqing responded immediately, turned around outside the kitchen door, and called Zhang Liangen loudly. Together, the father and son moved the jar to the stone mill outside, rolled up their sleeves, put on the crutches, and used the ladle Scoop out the yellow rice and millet together with the soaking water, pour it into the feeding hole of the stone mill, put down the water ladle, and push the stone mill to grind it.

After washing the wild fruits, the rules of the kitchen have been issued. When I saw my father grinding the mill, I ran over to help scoop the grain and water into the hole, and took a wooden basin and put it under the stone mill to catch the ground grain and water. Juice.

The father and son went into battle together, and the movements were very fast. After a while, all the kung fu was finished. Just as the yellow rice had cooled down, Mrs. Zhou took the next wooden basin, went to the shelf, and peeled off all the yellow rice on the cutting board. Put it into the wooden basin, and then go to the window sill, pour in the shaukei together, and mix it evenly with the broken grains and juice.

"Yun'er, bring a piece of tung oil cloth." Mrs. Zhou was stirring in her hand, and called Zhang Yun to fetch the tung oil cloth. , Let the yellow rice inside ferment.

After all these were prepared, Mrs. Zhou scooped white flour, bean flour, and corn flour, mixed them with water, and kneaded the dough. After eating a little, I’m ready to eat miscellaneous noodles for dinner, which saves time and effort, and there are still many things to do in the saved time.

The dough was kneaded quickly. Mr. Zhou covered the hard dough with a damp cloth and put it in a wooden basin. After a while, he took out the dough and rolled it into thin dough pieces with a rolling pin. Then he stacked the dough pieces and cut them with a knife. Thin noodles, shaken and spread out, take a pinch out and put it on the stove at night, and put the rest into the boiling water pot. Bowl, Huluhulu started to eat.

Everyone moved very quickly. After eating, Zhou's bowls and chopsticks didn't bother to wash, so he went to the thatched cottage in the backyard, carried the sorghum stalks out, put them down in the main room, sat on a small bench, and began to tie carts and horses for preparation. It was used by the Stove Lord when he ascended to heaven.

"Father, the yellow rice should be ready. It's getting late. Let's cook the sugar. After the sugar is boiled, you can sacrifice to the stove." Mrs. Zhou tied up the chariots and horses, and was still thinking about the yellow rice. He called out loudly to Zhang Youqing who was moving the altar. Together with Zhang Zhang, Zhang Youqing moved the altar to the kitchen and placed it in front of the Kitchen God statue on the earthen wall. Then they were ready to boil sugar.

The regulations put the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, wild fruits and whole bowls of wine that have already been put on the plate, as well as beans, moss, and clear water, all of which are prepared for the Stove Lord’s mount. The ingots and the brazier were also placed, and when the stove sugar and miscellaneous noodle soup were added, all the things for worshiping the stove were ready.

Zhang Youqing went to the corner to fetch the wooden basin, peeled off the tung oil cloth, the yellow rice inside had been pasted into a thin yellow syrup, poured all the yellow syrup from the wooden basin into the pot, Zhang Youqing picked up a clean thick wooden stick, Stir continuously in the pot, and slowly boil the syrup into a thick massecuite. When there are no more small white bubbles in the sugar pot, use a stick to stir up the massecuite in the pot, and pull out the long sticks of sugar. But it was sticking together constantly, and Zhang Yun and Zhang Xing who were on the side stared at it until their eyes lit up.

"Yun'er, clean up the things on the water tank board, dad is going to knead the sugar." Zhang Youqing saw that the sugar was almost boiled, so she aroused Zhang Yun, she hurriedly responded, and put the things on the water tank board Removed and wiped with a clean cloth.

Zhang Youqing got out of the pot, scooped half of the massecuite onto the water tank board, and kept the other half in the pot. After it cooled down, he kneaded the massecuite repeatedly. The person stretches one side, stretches the sugar, then closes the head of the massecuite, and then stretches it again, and repeats it many times. Put it in the basin, and do the same with the remaining half.

When everything is cut, put some on a plate, put the rest into the wooden basin, and put the wooden basin on the outer shelf. The stove sugar will be frozen overnight before it becomes hard and crunchy to the bite.

(End of this chapter)