I live in the countryside

Chapter 39
The construction of the greenhouse has come to an end.

The thing to do now is to prepare for the New Year.

Because Chen Mei couldn't sit for a long time, Qiao's dumplings were made slowly.

In the countryside of Guangxi Province, when visiting relatives during Chinese New Year, it is a custom to bring zongzi to visit. Qiao’s family makes a big pot every year. In previous years, it was also the 25th or 26th of the twelfth lunar month. Chen Mei would spend a whole day making and cooking zongzi .

On this day, Qiao Churan got up early in the morning to make preparations.

Under Chen Mei's guidance, the long zong leaves were boiled, and the pork was cut into two-finger-sized pieces. The pork was mixed with sesame seeds, mung beans, fermented bean curd, etc., and then Chen Mei got up to make zongzi.

Qiao Churan doesn't know how to wrap, and Chen Mei didn't need her help in the past, and she thought she was wasting zong leaves by getting in the way.

So, when Chen Mei was making zongzi, Qiao Churan recorded a short video for her.

Chen Mei was very uncomfortable: "What is there to record, just make a rice dumpling, don't record it, don't record it."

Chen Mei avoided Qiao Churan's camera, and she didn't want her to take pictures of herself: "My hands are so rough, I don't look good, don't take pictures of me."

"Oh, Mom, how can it be? My mother's hands are the hands of hardworking women! This is a good shot. Don't worry, I won't take you in. I'll just shoot zongzi, and record a complete one."

Listening to her daughter's words, Chen Mei said words of rejection, but smiled happily.

"Who would read this? Who doesn't eat zongzi during the Chinese New Year, and it's not just your family who has them."

"That's not necessarily true. The north doesn't eat this kind of rice dumpling. You forgot. I used to go to college and bring this kind of rice dumpling when I came back from the winter vacation. Everyone is so curious."

"That's right." Chen Mei thought of what Qiao Churan said on the phone before, "The local customs are different."

As she spoke, she didn't really stop Qiao Churan from taking pictures.

It took only 2 minutes to make a rice dumpling. Qiao Churan chose a good angle and took a picture of the whole process. After changing the filter on his phone, he posted it on Yuzi Kuaifang.

There is also a text: "My mother never let me take pictures, and said that my hands are too rough to look good, but I think my mother's hands are the most beautiful in the world! Send me a tutorial on making rice dumplings, this kind of super It is said that the big rice dumplings are only found in our area, they are called Boluo rice dumplings, who knows how to eat them?"

The signal in the past two days has been unexpectedly good. It took a few minutes for Qiao Churan to upload the video before, but now it is uploaded all at once.

After passing it on, she also temporarily put down her phone and took the zongzi leaves: "Mom, I'll come too, teach me how to do it, and I'll help the family make zongzi in the future."

Chen Mei smiled and said, "It's just you. Wrap it in a nondescript way, and it will fall apart after cooking."

"Oh, let's try it." Qiao Churan refused to follow, took a clean bamboo plaque and put it on his lap, took the zong leaves, and followed Chen Mei's example to wrap it up.

She didn't wrap it well, either one corner leaked rice, or that corner was crooked, and the wrapping was not tight enough to tie the rope.

Chen Mei couldn't stand it anymore: "You play while I do it by myself, and it delays my work."

As he said that, he took away the zongzi from Qiao Churan's hand. Qiao Churan had no choice but to play with his mobile phone.

I found out that in just a few minutes, the small video I posted just now had a lot of comments at the bottom.

"Zongzi? Aren't zongzi all triangular in shape? It's the first time I've seen such a big zongzi!"

"It's so big, it's more than a catty when it's cooked?"

"But how do you eat this? [laughing and crying] Are you good at eating it?"

"I've seen this zongzi before. When I was in college, my classmates in the south brought them back from their winter vacation. They can be cut up and steamed or fried. They are delicious and delicious. Although... they seem to have the same recipe as the triangular zongzi. It's even more delicious and I don't know why hahahahahaha..."

"However, I don't know why, watching my aunt making rice dumplings, there is always a sense of artistic beauty [question mark]"

"Ah ah ah ah my sister's voice is so nice, what local dialect is this, it sounds so gentle!"

"Auntie! Don't be shy! Mother's hands are the most beautiful hands in the world!"

"Please translate, I want to know what my sister said to my aunt [laughing and crying]"

……

Qiao Churan looked at the message below, dumbfounded. She has accumulated more than 2000 fans now, and she has already received thousands of views in just such a short time.

Qiao Churan showed the video to Chen Mei: "Mom, look, everyone is still very curious and likes to watch you make zongzi."

Chen Mei glanced at the message on Qiao Churan's phone, and smiled even more happily.

"Hey, who are these people, do you know them?"

"Nowadays children are so good at talking, I just use the hands that do farm work. They are black and rough, so they look good!"

"I didn't expect you to like watching this."

Chen Mei is still very proficient in using smartphones. Although she can also surf the Internet, she is still used to using the mobile phone with buttons. She usually only makes calls and sends text messages. She does not have QQ and does not know how to use WeChat.

Most of the middle-aged women in Qingxi Village who are the same age or generation as her are like this. Almost no one uses a smart phone, and most of them use old phones, or old phones from a few years ago. Most of the women like Chen Mei, Maybe they haven't even finished elementary school, they can't even write well, and some can't even send text messages.

Not to mention being able to understand the message under the short video on Qiao Churan's phone.

Qiao Churan said: "This is netizens from all over the country. With this software, they can see what I post and write down what they want to say. These people don't know each other, but they see the same thing. can all be shared.”

Chen Mei suddenly realized: "Isn't that just like QQ!"

Qiao Churan was taken aback: "It's probably like that."

Chen Mei was delighted to see it, "Show me again."

Qiao Churan handed over the phone, and the more Chen Mei looked at it, the happier she smiled: "These people are so good at talking, and my mother's hands are the most beautiful hands in the world."

Qiao Churan was slightly stunned as she listened.

Then suddenly there was a bitterness in my heart.

Rural women of her mother’s generation may have devoted their entire lives to their children, their husbands, and their families, but the conservatism and traditions of the countryside make it difficult for them to gain the most direct recognition and praise from their husbands or in-laws’ families, and even their children do not To say something like "Mom, I love you", even Qiao Churan herself may not be able to say it.

But precisely, they are the ones who need recognition the most.

Qiao Churan's nose was slightly sour: "Of course, after all, my mother raised three children by herself. If Qingxi Village wants to award the best woman award, my mother will do her part!"

Chen Mei smiled even more heartily: "You child, when did your mouth become so sweet?"

"That's what I said from the bottom of my heart." Qiao Churan said while holding the phone to reply to the message.

She didn't see that the corners of Chen Mei's eyes were slightly moist.

The dumplings were made at noon, and there was a large iron pot with a diameter and a height of one meter. Qiao Churan recorded a small video and continued to send it out: "I'm starting to cook the dumplings, and I can't pick them up until twelve o'clock at night. , I’ll show you the finished product tomorrow, oh, by the way, there’s still making glutinous rice cakes on December 27, I’ll show you all then.”

She put away her phone, and didn't continue to read a lot of "waiting to see", "waiting to eat" and "want to eat" messages at the back.

Of course, Qiao Churan didn't expect that her fans would grow rapidly again because of this video of making zongzi.

Chen Mei sat for too long today, so she could only go back to lie down in the afternoon, leaving Qiao Churan to cook the rice dumplings.

She was bored, so she edited the small video that she had recorded before, starting from cutting the zongzi leaves, washing them, cooking them, preparing the ingredients for making zongzi, and finally wrapping the zongzi and putting them in the pot. The fire started to cook, and the kitchen was filled with mist.

It took a lot of time. After finishing it, it was already 04:30 in the afternoon. Qiao Churan admired his semi-finished product happily, and felt that he was quite talented.

Ever since she had her first mobile phone that could take pictures, she liked to take some photos. Later, when she got a smartphone, she liked to record small videos of her life. When she was in college, she bought her first camera with a scholarship.

As a commemoration, this time I decided to wait until the zongzi is cooked before recording it. This small video about zongzi is complete.

It suddenly occurred to him that Qin Muzhou was also from the north, and he must have rarely seen this kind of zongzi.

Qiao Churan clicked on the dialog box, and happily sent several photos: "Brother! Do you want to eat zongzi?"

After posting, I suddenly felt that she was quite enthusiastic...

Qin Muzhou returned quickly: "Want me to eat?"

"Of course, if you want to eat, bring it to you tomorrow."

Qin Muzhou replied: "Then I'm not welcome, I haven't eaten for many years."

Qiao Churan looked at this sentence and fell into deep thought. Qin Muzhou had eaten it before, so it must have been brought by Zhou Chao.

But she didn't ask, and said happily, "I'll bring it to you tomorrow when I cook it."

(End of this chapter)