A Rural Life in the 70s

After the sun, the sun is westward, the summer heat is getting rid of, and the people who fetched water have returned home.

Xiaoqiu looked at the water in the well and couldn't avoid the water. I thought it was summer, the weather was hot, and the blue brick well was more absorbent, and it was dry for a while. In the winter, the temperature in the capital is very low. When the water is drenched, it will freeze. When the ice is on the top of the well, it is very easy to slip, which is dangerous.

Thoughts in her heart, she turned around the well platform for a few laps, secretly pondering what is the solution to this problem, the bicycle ringing at the gate, but Qin Hao and Wu Ge came back.

This time, Wu Ge and Qin Hao brought back twenty eggs.

Xiaoqiu asked: "I went to the non-staple food store in the morning. I didn't supply eggs today. Where did you get it from here?"

"You just want to eat!" Xiaoqiu did not tell him something, Wu Ge still a little awkward, said a word upside down, he went to wash his face.

Qin Lan sent the eggs into the kitchen, and whispered to Xiao Qiu: "Although it is not allowed to set up stalls, there are always people who steal and sell things..." This point does not need Qin Yu said, Xiao Qiu also knows that Wang Limin goes to the city to sell chicken and sell eggs. Still Xiaoqiu encouraged.

She is interested in: “Where to sell?” She vaguely thought of the ‘black market’. It seems that there are counties and districts. I believe that the capital cannot completely eliminate the existence of the “black market”.

Qin Xiao smiled and continued to whisper: "This time, I and Gezi happened to meet a farmer who went to the city to sell eggs. I usually want to buy it. I need to go to the old market early in the morning. When the sky is not bright, I will buy it... ...we just heard that we have not been there."

Xiaoqiu nodded, no longer questioned, only remembering the ‘old market’.

Wu Ge and Qin Yu washed their faces for a while, Xiao Qiu went out to buy something, and they naturally followed.

In the evening, the hutong was a lot of cool, and there was a little wind blowing. They didn’t ride a bicycle, they talked and walked over, talked about walking, and walked slowly, very comfortable.

Wu Ge also left the small awkward before, and introduced Xiaoqiu to what he saw and heard in the hutong. What is the door to the house, what is the threshold of the shadow wall... With a legendary story, it is very vivid.

At the door of a non-staple food store outside a few alleys, I saw a carriage pulling a car full of potatoes for sale. The newly harvested potatoes are not big, big like goose eggs, small even like a table tennis. Xiaoqiu did not disregard it. When asked if he didn't need a side food certificate, he quickly went to buy it. He picked up five or six pounds before and after the big and small.

Wu Ge glared at a net of potatoes, but it revealed some nostalgia: "This little potato is pitted and burnt best!"

Xiaoqiu laughs: "Our family is a firewood stove. If you want to eat it, just throw in a few."

Wu Ge is very happy, Xiaoqiu is more happy, taking advantage of the time to buy potatoes, she secretly inquired about it, and learned that there are more than one old market in Beijing, they are near the side of Shichahai... she guesses that vagueness is The location of the 'Lotus Market'.

Back home, Xiaoqiu washed the shredded potatoes and fried a green pepper and potato. The small potatoes were cut into pieces, and the stew was made with bacon. A few of them were thrown in the stove, so that Wu Ge would like to eat the "burning potatoes."

The best stewed rice is steamed rice. On the potato stew, Wu Ge and Qin Lan have eaten three bowls. Wu Ge said while eating: "Before Cheng He always said that Xiao Qiu’s meal is especially delicious. I haven’t paid much attention to it. This rice is eaten out, it’s better than the rice in the house, and it’s just soft and hard, not too hard, very strong and chewy.”

Xiaoqiu didn't take it seriously. She guessed that the reason why the Wu family's rice was soft and rotten was probably the estimated two elderly people, Grandpa Wu. Old people's spleen and stomach are not as good as young people, and their teeth are often not too good. Most of them love soft and rotten food.

After eating, Qin Hao took the initiative to wash the dishes, Xiaoqiu washed his hands and went into the kitchen to see that the glutinous rice had been soaked, and he fished it out and steamed it on the steamer.

The glutinous rice steamed, she used the newly bought sarcophagus red song, this red song is still she went out in the afternoon, bought at a nearby pharmacy. The reason why the red yeast fermentation, I think that the taste of the wine is more mellow, and the second is also the effect of taking the red spleen appetite, digestion and stagnation.

Seeing her busy, Wu Ge's curiosity is even stronger. After seeing it, Xiaoqiu unceremoniously grasped the Ding Ding and handed him the work of the red song.

After finishing this, Xiaoqiu sent two people back directly regardless of the grievances in Wu Ge’s eyes.

Estimated that the two boys are far away, Song Xiucheng asked: "What are you doing, mysterious?"

Xiaoqiu laughed. It turned out that Xiaoyan was also curious, but in the absence of Wu Geqin, he did not bother to ask.

“Noon Wu Ge does not say that Wu’s grandmother has suffered from summer heat, spleen and stomach, and does not like to eat. I just thought, be a sweet wine taro, see if she likes it... Wu’s grandmother is from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the sweet wine is The food on their side. Oh, I also saw it occasionally in a book, I hope that the author is not swearing."

Song Xiucheng solved the confusion, naturally no longer curious, just Xiaoqiu is not too tired, do not be too deliberate to cook later, simple.

Xiaoqiu readily agreed, waved his hand and urged Xiaoyan to enter the house to rest. Song Xiucheng said with Xiao Qiu, the next day he had something in school, he would not come back to dinner at noon, and Wu Ge and Qin Lan came over, he did not have to worry about Xiaoqiu.

"Small you have something to do, although I am doing it, I am cooking very well. I still want to go to the bookstore tomorrow to see what a good book!"

Song Xiucheng said with a sigh: "You want to read a book, and go to the library of our school with me."

Jingda Library? That is what made Xiaoqiu yearn for two generations!

She naturally promised to politely: "Small singer remembers this, just wait for you not busy, take me there."

Song Xiucheng smiled gratifiedly and touched Xiaoqiu’s hair, which was washed and rested.

The next day, Xiaoqiu got up early. When she crept out of the house, it was the darkest moment before dawn. Xiaoqiu stood at the door for a moment and adjusted her eyes. This touched the direction of the black road that had long been calculated.

Out of the hutong alley, after passing through the two hutongs, it was the main street, walking along the street, and then passing through a horizontal alley, and the eyes suddenly became bright. She had already arrived at the east coast of Shichahai.

Because it is summer, many people in Shichahai’s children are exercising in the bend. There are some people around a big willow tree. Xiaoqiu walked over and saw that it was a pale old man who was playing Taiji.

Not selling things, Xiaoqiu was a little disappointed, but he stopped to watch for a moment... In the decade of catastrophe, Taijiquan, as a kind of traditional martial arts, also suffered a certain impact, she heard someone in the crowd watching : I haven’t seen anyone punching a ball in the sea along the way for many years. I’m going to let go of it, fighting punching in the early morning, dancing and dancing...