Hello, 1983

Liu Qingshan pulled a small sledge and slipped out of Jiapigou.

This kind of small sledge is actually more suitable to be called a small sledge. There are four pockets on it, which are filled with washed rhubarb rice and millet.

It is best to use rhubarb rice for steamed bean buns, which tastes better and stronger.

At the same time, some rice stubble or millet should be mixed in it. If you use rhubarb rice, it will be too sticky and will not take shape after steaming.

Of course, this ratio is not fixed. If you like to eat a little sticky, you should use less.

The grains added are also particular. When mixed with millet, the taste is better and more delicate; when mixed with stubble, the color is more golden and more beautiful.

Gao Wenxue also followed Xiao Climbing. He was wearing a half-new green coat and a dog-skin hat on his head, looking like a standard rural man.

But who knew that he was going to go to a big city like the Shanghai Stock Exchange to be invited to a writers seminar?

The time for the seminar is mid-December, so it is time for Gao Wenxue to set off.

"Brother-in-law, you should still change your outfit. Not to mention wearing a suit and leather shoes, why do you have to get a wool uniform."

When Liu Qingshan looked back, he always felt that the eldest brother-in-law was dressed a bit rustic. It doesn't matter what age you are.

Gao Wenxue pushed up the myopia mirror with his hand, and when he saw a small slope in front of him, he bent down to help push the sledge, and answered in a leisurely manner:

"Sanfenger, I was a farmer from the beginning. Even if I became a writer in the future, I would still be a farmer writer."

The cotton shoes on his feet stomped heavily on the snow, making a snapping sound.

"This land, this is my roots."

There is really no way to refute this, Liu Qingshan also figured it out, and thinks that the label of peasant writer is actually not bad.

And the eldest brother-in-law knows that he takes root in the local area and has a clear direction of creation. As long as he works hard and perseveres, his future achievements will definitely not be low.

Because Liu Qingshan knew that whether it was Lu Yao or Mo Yan, they were all following this path. This has been verified. It can be seen that the eldest brother-in-law is actually very knowledgeable.

When the two were walking and chatting, they heard someone shouting from behind, and saw Er Biaozi also dragging a small crawler for a walk, with white air in his mouth, huh huh huh chasing after him.

On top of his crawl, sat a dirt basket with a shovel in it and a small pick on his shoulder.

This set of equipment is very common in rural areas in winter, and is often used by almost every little boy and half-sized boy, and even some elderly people.

It has only one purpose: to pick up dung.

In the past two years, chemical fertilizers have just begun to be applied, and the proportion is still very small. Every household is still dominated by farm manure.

Therefore, the idlers at home will pull a small sledge and come out to pick up dung in winter.

If I can plan a large cow dung beat, I will be very happy.

Er Biaozi also joined the team: "Let's go together, it just so happened that I went to the commune to pick up dung, and we were all picked up here."

More than ten miles away, it was not difficult to pull the small sledge, and it took more than an hour to arrive, and the two groups spread out first.

Liu Qingshan first sent the noodle bag to the grain processing factory. The locals called it "rice miller". There were a lot of people washing rice at this time, so it happened that he stayed in the queue and sent his eldest brother-in-law to the car.

From a distance, I could see Gao Wenxue walking out of the post and telecommunications office, holding a large stack of envelopes in his arms, looking at it, it is estimated that there must be at least one or two hundred.

Readers receive too many letters and worry about them, and they can't even get back their replies.

Seeing Liu Qingshan, Gao Wenxue simply handed over the letter to him: "San Feng'er, please reply to the letter for me."

"Brother-in-law, aren't you throwing a burden?"

Liu Qingshan is not willing to do this work, one or two letters are still very fresh, and more can be boring and crooked.

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses seriously: "The pseudonym of Gao Shan,

You also account for half of it. Besides, the manuscript fee is all handed over to you, the shopkeeper. "

Just as the bus came, he hurriedly squeezed onto it and left so unrestrainedly.

"Brother-in-law, go early and return early, and the journey will be smooth sailing."

Liu Qingshan beckoned and watched the bus slowly leave. He was in a good mood: Brother-in-law, this is a new journey.

He carried a bundle of letters, hummed a tune in his mouth, and strolled back to Mi Nian’er, but this tune was a little out of place. If the elder brother-in-law heard it, he might have reprimanded him:

"Send a comrade in arms, embark on a journey, silently with two tears, a camel bell rings in my ears..."

After all the yellow rice was finished, they reunited with Er Biaozi again, and the two brothers returned with a full load.

Er Biaozi went around the grain depot and picked up a big basket full of soil. There are many ox carts and carriages selling grain there.

There was still a crunch in his shoulder bag, and when Liu Qingshan heard it, he knew that it must be a horseshoe nail he picked up, probably for his younger brother to play with.

When he got home, Liu Qingshan took a large black pottery pot and put the yellow rice noodles on it.

Mixing noodles is the most tiring job, and Liu Qingshan must be in battle. He clenched his two big fists and fought hard in the basin.

Even though his physical fitness has improved a lot during this time, after a wave of rubbing, he is still sweating profusely.

The last two black pottery pots were almost full, and they were placed side by side on the kang head, covered with a quilt, and they would have to stay overnight at least.

Producing the noodles is very important. This evening, Lin Zhi got up to check several times. If he tried too hard, his face would become sour, and the steamed bean buns would be unpalatable.

The others were not idle either. The cauldron had long been filled with rice and beans. After they were cooked, they were smashed with a pestle and then formed into small round bean fillings.

Even the fourth and fifth children followed the bean paste and stuffed one into their mouths from time to time.

When I started wrapping the next day, my grandmother also came to help, and also came a few aunts and aunts, as well as other big girls and little daughters-in-law, to work together.

When Liu Qingshan saw this picture, he immediately became excited, took out the camera again, took a few pictures, and promised to send one to each person after washing it out.

The people who helped this time are all overjoyed. It's not easy to get a photo these days.

The wrapped bean buns should be put into the pot one by one, and they must be squeezed together, otherwise they will all lie down.

Because of this, when there are too many people in the car, people like to use the term "bean bag" to describe it, which comes from this.

The bean buns don’t like to be cooked, so they need to be steamed for more time, at least 40 to 50 minutes.

In order to prevent the lid from leaking tightly, a large sack should be placed on top of the lid to cover it tightly.

When school was over in the afternoon, it happened that the first pot of bean buns was already cooked. I lifted the lid of the pot and said, oh, my dear, it was bright and golden inside, it was really gratifying to look at.

Everyone gathers the bean buns around the pot, usually two are connected together. In order to prevent hot hands, they have to dip in cold water from time to time.

"Eat bean buns, eat bean buns."

Xiao Lao Si was hungry, and both Shan Xing and Shan Xing held their rice bowls, shouting by the pot, and there was a bowl of snow-white sugar in the bowl.

"It's hot, let it dry for a while, and ah, don't knock the rice bowl with chopsticks!"

The eldest sister Liu Jinfeng tugged at the little brother's antenna braid and warned.

The fourth cocked his head and thought: "Then I also dip it in cold water and eat it, so it won't be hot."

At this time, grandma took over the words: "Caifeng, that's even worse, it will burn your stomach."

Then my grandmother began to talk about ancient times: "It was just the beginning of spring one year, and a family was steaming bean buns. I heard someone knocking on the door outside, and I looked through the crack of the door. Guess what?"

"Who is coming to visit?"

The fourth child asked innocently.

"It turned out to be a big black bear!"

"what?"

The fourth was so frightened that he almost threw his rice bowl on the ground, and then listened to his grandmother continue to say: "The whole family was terrified, so I dipped the bean bag in cold water and threw it out."

"The Heixiazi had just come out of hibernation and was hungry, so he swallowed the bean buns in his stomach. The outside of the bean buns was cool, but the inside was still hot. In the end, the black blind man was so hot that he screamed and burned alive."

Before grandma finished speaking, the fourth child put his rice bowl on the cutting board: "I won't eat it, I won't eat bean buns again!"

Everyone was amused by her appearance, and grandma burst into tears: "Eat it, eat it, it's cold now, it's delicious."

Only then did the fourth child eat the bean buns happily, and the mountain apricots also took two, dipped them in white sugar, and sent them to Liu Qingshan's mouth.

Sweet, glutinous and glutinous, the bean filling is also fragrant, and my mother's craftsmanship of steaming bean buns is really amazing!

I have been busy until midnight, when I have finished steaming the bean buns, took them outside to freeze them, put them in a noodle bag, put them in a jar, and then steamed them in the house when eating, which is very convenient.

If the little ones are hungry, they can also eat the frozen bean buns and eat them while playing outside. The bean buns are so frozen that there are two rows of small teeth marks.

The next day, Liu Qingshan carried half a bag of beanbags up the mountain. Before leaving, he greeted his mother and said that he would stay on the mountain for a few days, which was also ordered by the master.

Anyway, there is nothing major at home during this time, at most watering the greenhouse, which is not tiring.

When I got to the woodcut, I practiced boxing with my master first, and then I stood up.

The dumb grandpa was cooking in the house, stewed some sauerkraut soup, and heated a curtain of bean buns on it.

After Liu Qingshan finished his morning exercise, he went into the house to eat, just in time for the steaming hot food.

The two were eating at the small dining table, and the little bear was also hungry.

Liu Qingshan used his chopsticks to poke the bean bag on the curtain, ready to clip it to Master, but he didn't pay attention, and the back of his hand touched the wire that was holding the curtain, which made him shudder, and with a flick of his chopsticks, the two bean buns flew to the ground.

Xiao Hei was stroking on the ground, he was worried that he didn't have a move, hey, a sticky bean bag fell from the sky, opened his mouth, and the bean bag fell directly into his mouth.

Just as he was about to chew, the bean bag stuck to his upper teeth, making him whimper and roll on the ground.

Liu Qingshan also panicked, jumped to the ground quickly, opened its mouth, and pulled out the sticky bean bag.

I just listened to my grandma telling the story of the black blind man eating bean buns yesterday, and it will be lively performed today!

After being scalded, Xiao Hei immediately wilted. He didn't dare to eat the bean bag when Liu Qingshan gave it another bean bag. It was a bit of a memory.

After breakfast, when Liu Qingshan finished clearing the dishes, the dumb grandfather gestured at him a few times, and then threw a pair of big horns in front of him.

"Master, when the heavy snow seals the mountain, we still have to enter the woods?"

Liu Qingshan was a little puzzled. Going into the woods in winter was not a joke, and his life would be thrown into it.

The dumb grandfather gestured again: If you want to be the king of the mountain forest, you must be familiar with the mountains and forests in different seasons, and be familiar with every grass, tree, bird and beast in this forest.

It turns out that Master is preparing to start a practical class!

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel refreshed, and excitedly began to put a big cockroach on his feet.

How did he know that the arduous test was officially started from this moment...