Goldfinger is a bit strange

Liu Qingshan pulled a small sled and slid out of Jiapigou.

This small sled is actually more appropriately called a small sled. There are four flour bags stacked horizontally and vertically on it, which are filled with washed rhubarb and millet.

It is best to use rhubarb to steam bean curd, which tastes better and is more chewy.

At the same time, some corn stubble or millet should be mixed in. If rhubarb is used, it will be too sticky and will not be formed after steaming.

Of course, this ratio is not fixed. If you like to eat stickier ones, add less.

There are also requirements for the grains to be mixed. If you add millet, the taste will be better and more delicate; if you add corn stubble, the color will be more golden and beautiful.

Gao Wenxue also followed behind the small sled. He was wearing a half-new green coat and a dog-skin hat on his head. He looked like a standard rural man.

But who knew that he was going to travel far away, to a big city like Shanghai, and was invited to participate in a writers' seminar?

The seminar was in mid-December, so Gao Wenxue should also set off.

"Brother-in-law, you should change your clothes. You should at least wear a woolen uniform, not just a suit."

Liu Qingshan looked back and felt that his brother-in-law was a little rustic. Judging people by their appearance doesn't matter what era you are from.

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses up with his hand, and when he saw a small slope in front of him, he bent down to help push the sled, and answered slowly:

"Sanfeng'er, I was originally a farmer. Even if I become a writer in the future, I will still be a farmer writer."

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

"This land is my root."

There was really no way to refute this statement. Liu Qingshan also figured it out and felt that the label of farmer writer was actually not bad.

Moreover, his brother-in-law knew that he would take root in the countryside and clarify the direction of his creation. As long as he worked hard and persisted, his future achievements would definitely not be low.

Because Liu Qingshan knew that both Lu Yao and Mo Yan were on this path, which was verified. It can be seen that the elder brother-in-law is actually very knowledgeable.

When the two were walking and talking, they heard someone shouting from behind. They saw Er Biaozi also pulling a small sled, breathing white air from his mouth and catching up with them.

On his sled, there was a soil basket with a shovel in it, and a small pickaxe on his shoulder.

This set of equipment is very common in rural areas in winter. Almost every little boy and teenager, even some old men, often use it.

It has only one purpose: picking up manure.

In the past two years, chemical fertilizers have just begun to be used, and the proportion is still very small. Every household still mainly uses farmyard manure.

So the idle people at home will pull a small sled out to pick up manure in winter.

If they can dig a large cow dung racket, they will be very happy.

Er Biaozi also joined the team: "Let's go together. It's just right that I'm going to the commune to pick up manure. Our side has been picked up by others."

It's more than ten miles, and it's not hard to pull a small sled. It only takes more than an hour to get there. The two groups dispersed first.

Liu Qingshan first sent the flour bags to the grain processing plant, which the locals called "rice mill". There were many people washing rice at this time of year, so it was just right to stay here to queue up and send his brother-in-law to the car.

From a distance, Gao Wenxue was seen walking out of the post office with a large stack of envelopes in his arms. Judging from the appearance, there were probably at least one or two hundred envelopes.

It's also worrying to have too many letters from readers. I can't even reply to them.

Seeing Liu Qingshan, Gao Wenxue simply handed all the letters to him: "San Feng'er, just reply for me."

"Brother-in-law, aren't you just getting rid of your burden?"

Liu Qingshan was not happy to do this job. He felt it was fresh to receive one or two letters, but too many would make him sick to death.

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses seriously: "You also have half of Gao Shan's pen name. Besides, the royalties will be given to you as the shopkeeper."

Just then the bus came, he squeezed in and left in such a chic way.

"Brother-in-law, go early and come back early, have a good trip."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand and watched the bus slowly leave. He was in a good mood: his brother-in-law was embarking on a new journey.

He carried a bundle of letters, humming a tune, and strolled back to the rice mill. However, the tune was a little inappropriate. If his brother-in-law heard it, he might scold him:

"Send off comrades, embark on the journey, silently shed tears, and the sound of camel bells rang in my ears..."

After grinding all the yellow rice, he met up with Er Biaozi again, and the two brothers returned with a full load.

Er Biaozi went to the granary and picked up a full earthen basket. There were many ox carts and horse carts selling grain there.

There was still some rustling in his shoulder bag. When Liu Qingshan heard it, he knew it must be horseshoe nails that he picked up. He probably played with them for his younger brother.

When he got home, Liu Qingshan took a big black pottery basin and fermented the yellow rice flour.

Kneading the dough was the most tiring job. Liu Qingshan had to do it. He clenched his two big fists and rubbed it hard in the basin. 7K妏婩

Even though his physical fitness had improved a lot during this period, he was still sweating profusely after kneading it.

In the end, the two black pottery basins were almost full. They were placed side by side at the head of the kang and covered with a quilt. They had to ferment for at least one night.

Fermentation is very important. Lin Zhi got up several times that night to check. If it was fermented too hard, the dough would become sour, and the steamed bean curd would be unpalatable.

Others were not idle either. Rice beans had been boiled in the big pot for a long time. After boiling, they were crushed with a pestle and then rolled into small round bean fillings.

Even the fourth and fifth children followed suit and kneaded the bean filling, and occasionally stuffed one into their mouths.

When they started to wrap the dumplings the next day, grandma came to help, and several aunts and other young girls and wives also came to help.

When Liu Qingshan saw this scene, he immediately became excited, and took out his camera again, snapped a few photos, and promised to give each person a photo after the photos were developed.

Now everyone who helped was very happy, it was not easy to take a photo these days.

The wrapped bean buns were stacked in the pot one by one, and they had to be squeezed together, otherwise they would all fall down.

Because of this, when there were too many people in the car, people liked to describe it as "stuffing bean buns", which came from this.

Bean buns don't like to be cooked, so they need to be steamed for a longer time, at least forty to fifty minutes.

In order to prevent the pot lid from leaking, a large hemp bag should be placed on the lid to cover it tightly.

By the time school was over in the afternoon, the first pot of bean curd was ready. We opened the lid and saw the golden yellow inside, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Everyone gathered around the stove to make bean curd, usually two together, and had to dip them in cold water from time to time to prevent them from getting burned.

"Eat bean curd, eat bean curd."

The fourth child was hungry, and he and Shanxing both held their rice bowls and shouted at the pot, with a bowl of white sugar on the bottom.

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

Eldest sister Liu Jinfeng pulled the fourth child's antenna braid and warned him.

The fourth child tilted his head and thought: "Then I will eat it with cold water, so it won't be hot."

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

Then grandma began to tell a story: "It is said that one year at the beginning of spring, a family was steaming bean curd, and they heard someone knocking on the door outside. They looked through the crack of the door, and guess what?"

"Who is visiting?"

The fourth child asked naively.

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

"Ah?"

The fourth child was so scared that he almost threw his bowl on the ground, and then he heard his grandmother continue to say: "The whole family was scared, so they dipped the bean buns in cold water and threw them out."

"The black bear had just come out of hibernation and was hungry, so he swallowed the bean buns. The bean buns were cool on the outside, but still hot on the inside. In the end, the black bear screamed and died of the burn."

Before his grandmother finished speaking, the fourth child put his bowl on the chopping board: "No, I won't eat bean buns anymore!"

Everyone was amused by her appearance, and the grandmother laughed to tears: "Eat it, it's cold now, it's delicious."

The fourth child ate the bean buns happily, and Shanxing also picked up two, dipped them in sugar, and put them into Liu Qingshan's mouth.

Sweet, soft and sticky, with fragrant bean filling inside, the mother's skill in steaming bean buns is really amazing!

I worked until midnight, and finally finished steaming all the bean curd. I took them outside to freeze them, and then put them in a flour bag and put them in a pot. When I ate them, I took them inside to steam them again. It was very convenient.

If the kids were hungry, they could also nibble on the frozen bean curd while playing outside. The bean curd was frozen hard, and there were two rows of small teeth marks when they were bitten.

The next day, Liu Qingshan carried half a bag of bean curd up the mountain. Before leaving, he said hello to his mother and said he would stay in the mountain for a few days. This was also ordered by his master.

Anyway, there was nothing important at home during this period. At most, I would water the greenhouse, which was not tiring.

When I arrived at Mukeleng, I first practiced boxing with my master, and then stood still.

The mute grandfather was cooking in the house, stewing some sauerkraut soup, and heated a curtain of bean curd on it.

When Liu Qingshan finished his morning exercise and went into the house to eat, the steaming food was just out of the pot.

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The father and son started eating at the small dining table. The little bear was also hungry. He was turning around on the ground with a grunt and howling from time to time.

Liu Qingshan used chopsticks to pick up the bean buns on the curtain and was about to give them to his master. As a result, he didn't pay attention and the back of his hand touched the iron wire holding the curtain. He was so hot that he shuddered. He threw the chopsticks and the two bean buns flew to the ground.

Xiao Hei was groping on the ground, worrying about what to do. Ouch, a sticky bean bun fell from the sky. He opened his mouth and the bean bun fell directly into his mouth.

He was about to chew it, but the bean bun stuck to his upper teeth, and it was so hot that it whined and rolled on the ground.

Liu Qingshan was also panicked. He quickly jumped to the ground, opened its mouth, and picked out the sticky bean bun.

I just listened to my grandmother's story about the black blind man eating bean buns yesterday, and it happened today!

After being burned, Xiao Hei immediately wilted. He dared not eat the bean buns Liu Qingshan gave him. He still had some memory.

After breakfast, Liu Qingshan cleaned up the dishes, and the dumb grandfather gestured to him a few times, and then threw a pair of big boots in front of him.

"Master, the mountain is closed in the heavy snow, and we still have to go into the forest?"

Liu Qingshan was a little puzzled. Going into the forest in winter is not a joke. You might even lose your life.

The dumb grandfather gestured again: If you want to become the king of the forest, you must be familiar with the forest in different seasons, and be familiar with every plant, tree, bird and animal in the forest.

It turned out that the master was preparing to start a practical class!

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but cheer up, and began to put on the big boots on his feet excitedly.

He didn't know that the arduous test officially started from this moment...

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The broken walls and ruins in the city are withered, and collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remain, which are indistinguishable and shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fur had long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, looking at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes and full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his shabby coat from all directions, attacked his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture is gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog, and occasionally vigilantly observing the surroundings.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, it will instantly take off at the slightest movement.

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After a long time, the opportunity comes, and the greedy vulture finally completely buries its head in the abdominal cavity of the wild dog.

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