A Rural Life in the 70s

Song Xiuju first gave a bowl of millet porridge to the big sister to drink, and this time Xiaoqiu came in a bowl of egg soup, Song Xiulian said: "When you have porridge, how to do it again? Soup?"

Xiaoqiu smiled: "I don't want to let the mother drink more soup, the milk is better, and the younger brother eats a few more!"

Song Xiulian and Song Xiuju both looked at each other and were grateful and smiled with helplessness.

In Xiaoqiu’s view, the simple potato simmered tablets were actually praised by Song Xiuju, and they directly praised Xiaoqiu’s cooking level faster than Zhong Yuqin. Song Xiulian ate a few meals of light meals, looked at the scent of her sister, and also caught a piece of potato to eat, and even felt the joy of accident - Xiaoqiu was helping her burn the fire, but also made simple porridge, hot steamed buns Oh, I didn’t expect that the first time the cooking was actually the same, the taste was not bad!

Xiaoqiu has some guilty conscience, only hangs his head and eats and does not speak: she fry the oil of this dish, it is estimated that others can fry ten eight dishes, the oil is enough, naturally it is fragrant!

After lunch, the face was also launched.

Xiaoqiu went to the dishwashing pot, and Song Xiuju began to lick it. The steamed noodles should be simmered, and the steamed clams will be smooth, beautiful and greasy, and the taste will be delicious. It is really a hard work.

Although Xiaoqiu has a good craft, but at this moment, I can see that the weak body is weak.

Fortunately, the two brothers Wang Chengjiang and Santang brother Wang Chenghe just came over and sent the aunty Wei Hongmei steamed muffin, just in time to catch up. Xiaoqiu grabbed his arm and grabbed the strong man, washing his hands and pressing the face on the panel.

When cooking, Xiaoqiu sneaked more oil, but steamed but did not arbitrarily specialize, but discussed with Song Xiulian, steaming a pot of white noodles, Chinese New Year relatives walking around. The rest, plus cornmeal or sorghum noodles steamed into a double-faced noodles, which adds half of the coarse grains. The 21st century is the so-called healthy diet that many people pursue. At this time, it is still lacking in materials and poverty. The helpless choice made.

The reason why Wang Chenghe is resistant to the temper to help Xiaoqiu face is because Xiao Qiu Xu gave him a white face. The kid sighed as he squatted: "When you can eat white noodles, you can do it!"

Song Xiulian Song Xiuju and Wang Chengjiang all laughed in good faith, but Xiaoqiu smiled a little. This era has worked hard for a year, but even the children’s desire to eat white noodles can’t be satisfied... it’s really sad!

Talking and laughing in the middle, occasionally mixed with one or two sounds, some weak baby cries, hot, and soon arrived in the evening.

After all, Wang Chengjiang was a few years old, and he left before he helped. Wang Chenghe was cheeky and gave Xiaoqiu a helping hand to fetch water and burn fire. Xiaoqiu did not treat him badly. He steamed out the steamed bun to give him a simmering white noodles, not to mention the chicken soup stewed by Song Xiulian. In the middle, three or four pieces of chicken were smashed in a small bowl to solve the problem, and Wang Chenghe was happy, and the eyes of laughter could not be seen.

After steaming three pots of steamed bread, it stopped the fire. Xiao Qiu gave Song Xiulian a bowl of chicken soup and added a soft white noodle soup. She and Song Xiuju also divided a white pheasant, the dish is still fried potato radish slices, a dish of two people to eat, even left half a plate ... and eat a meal, or Xiaoqiu sent, only finished .

As for the chicken soup, Xiao Qiu did not give Song Xiuju Sheng, she did not taste it. Song Xiulian had to give two people a chicken, but they were ruthlessly avoided by two people.

After eating, Xiaoqiu brushed the dishes and washed the dishes. By the way, Song Xiulian was given medicine. Song Xiuju added a new face to the old noodles. This time, it was not placed in the steamed bun, but placed in the pot. The tail went away - it was so hot that the steamed buns burned the **** and the scalp was too hot. The porridge was placed over the night and it would have been sent. The surface was sour and it was sour.

The day was busy, Song Xiuju and Xiaoqiu were both tired, watching Song Xiulian drink the medicine, simply washed, and they all fell asleep.

It seems that I just fell asleep, and when I was sleeping, I was awakened by the sound of the dog bark in the village. I blamed the night when it was too quiet, and the dog in the village didn’t quite adapt to it. Some **** can be woken up.

Hearing the dog's voice is far away, she turned over and continued to sleep, just confused, the door was slammed: Hey, hey, hey!

Xiaoqiu suddenly opened his eyes, then he got up and climbed to the window, pressing down the voice and asked: "Who?"

"Small autumn opens the door, I am you!" The people outside the door heard the question and immediately replied.

During this question and answer, Song Xiuju, Song Xiulian and the younger brother also woke up. Song Xiulian hugged his son and screamed Xiaoqiu: "Wear the clothes!"

Song Xiuju directly groped, lit up the kerosene lamp on the cabinet, and picked up the cotton trousers to wear it.

Xiaoqiu promised, blinking, yawning, while wearing a cotton trousers, jumped down and smashed cotton shoes, held down Song Xiuju who was going to kneel, and took the kerosene lamp to open the door.

The door opened, and a tall, thin figure wrapped in a cold foot.

"Hey, why are you coming back in the middle of the night?" Xiaoqiu turned back to put the kerosene lamp in the bird's nest on the pot, and turned back into the inner room and smashed the kettle. He poured a bowl of hot water to Wang Limin: "Hey, you hold the heat." The water bowl is warm and warm... Mother has added a brother to me, well, you scatter the coldness of your body and go in again... I am squatting..."

Wang Limin was full of heart to remember the wife and son of premature birth. When he heard Xiaoqiu said that Song Xiuju was also there, he immediately nailed it to the door of the back room, just squatting at the door of the back room and talking to his wife through the curtain: "Xiu Lian, what do you think? What?"

"I am very good, but you came back in the middle of the night, the frost is broken?" Song Xiulian's soft voice came out, Wang Limin smiled openly.

Xiaoqiu knows that her mother is free to love, and her feelings are very good. After the death of Song Xiulian in the last life, Wang Limin, who is less than 30 years old, was seriously ill and was sick. He was not sick again. He has been depressed and in his early forties. Got sick.

But this time I can see the silly smile of my old man, Xiaoqiu is still a bit sour: know that your relationship is good, but don’t be so unscrupulous and show your hobbies? Xiao Yan is still in the back room!

She couldn't bear to look at her own stupid stupidity, just kneeling in front of the stove and burying her head to cook.

The old man walked back in the middle of the night, and did not know that he had eaten dinner, or had dinner. He should be hungry in the middle of the night. Eat something hot, people are warm and fast, drive out the cold, not easy to catch a cold.

"Hey, you rushed halfway down the road, wash your hands and wash your face first... Brother is small, afraid of collision, you can bear it, and when you are dawn, go in and see your son!" Xiaoqiu poured hot water into the washbasin. While reminding my old lady.

Wang Limin smiled and responded. He lifted his foot to the back of the door and walked over the basin. He couldn’t help but look back at the door. Xiaoqiu has broken his head and continued to burn the fire. He turned his back and turned a big white eye! Such a stupid old lady, she didn’t pay attention to her life...

However, for the rest of her life, she had been confused before she was killed. Without her mother, she looked more complicated and quickly matured. At that time, there was no mother, and my face was almost invisible, and there was no such silly and happy expression...