Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

After entering the house, Gu Siwei took out some pancakes.

Seeing Gu Siwei's movements, Sicui asked, "Brother, how many days will you go into the mountain?"

"How many days?" Gu Siwei couldn't say for sure. He was quite casual when entering the mountains.

"Can I go with you?" Sicui looked forward to it.

Gu Siwei said: "Why are you following me into the mountains? Stay at home."

Sicui said: "I want to go into the mountains with you. I can help. I can cook and wash clothes. I can do many jobs."

Sicui tried her best to express herself, but unfortunately no matter how she behaved, Gu Siwei would not take her there, because in Gu Siwei's heart at this moment, Yinsong Cliff only belonged to him, and it was his own paradise.

"Stay at home honestly, don't think about having nothing, don't run around like a girl," Gu Siwei said with a serious face.

As soon as she saw Gu Siwei's serious face, Sicui stopped talking.

"If you think there's nothing wrong, you can grow some vegetables at home," Gu Siwei said.

Although there is no land, some vegetables can still be grown in the yard and on the side of the yard. The area where vegetables can be grown is not large, but there is an area of ​​one or two hundred square meters. The things grown in this area can be eaten by two people, and it is not very big. question.

Sicui became happy again after hearing this: "Really?"

"Really, when the weather gets better, you can plant vegetables." Gu Siwei said casually, thinking that the little girl had nothing to do at home, so it would be good to let her plant vegetables to pass the time.

"Can I make a fence?" Sicui said.

How could Gu Siwei take it seriously? He nodded and said, "The rest is up to you."

After a while, Gu Siwei felt that it was getting dark, and he was ready to go out.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Sicui asked.

Gu Siwei said: "It's time to eat, let's go to the village canteen."

"Brother, Master Wu informed us yesterday that the canteen in the village will not be open from now on. Everyone will do their own thing. If there are outsiders, they will gather together.

Originally, everything in the village was distributed to each family based on head count. Our family received half a bag of dried potatoes and a small bag of cornmeal.

We have a pot at home, and I will cook whatever you want to eat."

Sicui told Gu Siwei about the new changes in the village.

And he showed the distributed things to Gu Siwei. Gu Siwei took a look and realized that in his eyes, these things were just for feeding pigs. What the hell were they? If nothing else, this cornmeal looked a bit like cornmeal. Moldy.

Gu Siwei looked at the food, and then thought about the days of eating big pot rice in the village canteen. He felt a little uncomfortable. He originally thought that eating big pot rice was troublesome, but now that he can't eat it suddenly, he actually acted like a bitch. He felt a little nostalgic. Woke up.

With a wry smile, Gu Siwei came back.

"Do you have any firewood?"

Only then did Gu Siwei remember that there was no firewood at home.

Sicui said: "Yes, I picked up a lot of firewood today."

He said and pointed his finger.

Following Sicui's gaze, Gu Siwei was stunned, because in the yard, there was a pile of firewood next to the west wall. They were all branches. The thickest ones were no more than the thickness of a child's arm, but the amount was really quite a lot, almost the same. There must be two polycubes.

You must know that Sicui is just a ten-year-old child. To collect so much firewood in a few days can only prove one thing, that is, this child has to work at least seven or eight hours a day to find so much firewood. of firewood.

"fine"

Gu Siwei said.

This little bit of praise made Sicui grin happily.

"Let's light a fire in the main room. Let's make pimple soup to eat tonight," Gu Siwei said.

Many people in the South may not have eaten pimple soup. To put it simply, you pour water into the flour before mixing the noodles, and mix them into pimples the size of your fingernails. Wait for the water in the pot to boil, and then stir in the noodles. Dish, pour the mixed dumplings into the water, wait until the dumplings are cooked, and the dumpling soup is ready to serve.

The main thing is simplicity.

Nowadays, this pot is not simple. Usually anything made with white flour is delicious. It can be said that the entire Shimo Village, several production teams together, including the village chief’s family, cannot eat like this now.

White flour, how precious it is now!

Otherwise, when Wu Meiling got some white flour, she thought of adding it to the potato flour and eating it instead of eating the white flour directly. She had no choice but to eat white noodles a few times a year. If she wanted to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, she had to prepare white flour, let alone It's normal.

Naturally, Sicui has no objection to eating pimple soup. No matter what her brother cooks now, she thinks it is normal. As for what other people eat and what she ate before, she ignores them all. Her respect for her brother is already full in her heart. .

The pot that I brought when I first entered the town was still there. I used a few pieces of earth to build a simple triangular platform in the small room on the west side of the main room, and put the pot on the platform.

Put the fire on the bottom, add water to the pot and bring it to a boil.

When he thought of eating it dry, Gu Siwei felt that he had to have all the green stuff. Without a little bit of green stuff in the pimple soup, this bowl of soup would not be perfect. No matter what kind of green stuff, there must be some green stuff, even if it is Chinese cabbage, there must be some.

So Gu Siwei went out of the yard and prepared to walk around, thinking about whose house he should go to to get some green goods.

After walking around in a circle, I finally turned to the village's public vegetable field, where I found a few small green garlic bulbs, as small and long as a baby seedling.

Near these two small green garlic plants, there are also a few small green vegetables that have just sprouted.

I searched around the area again and found that except for these two things, there was nothing left. The rest of the place was obviously full of pits. It was obvious that those things that had grown up had been allocated by someone. As for who dialed it, it must be someone from the village, and it could not be an outsider. Came here to call.

It's different after the property is divided. Some people don't even let go of the government's young goods, which is really okay.

But then I thought about it, didn’t I come here to harvest the wool from the public house?

Thinking of this, Gu Siwei himself was happy.

Seeing these few trees slipping through the net, Gu Siwei had no interest in planting them in the space.

He sighed and prepared to leave.

"Brother Si-D, where did you come from?"

After passing a few doors, we arrived at the door of Guo Shenggen's house. Guo Shenggen's mother-in-law happened to come out and saw Gu Siwei with a smile and said hello.

"I just came from the village. I originally wanted to get some green goods to go home, but I didn't expect it," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

Hearing what Gu Siwei said, the woman subconsciously tilted towards the west door.

If she wasn't crooked, Gu Siwei wouldn't have an idea yet, but when she twisted like this, Gu Siwei naturally had to take a look subconsciously, and found that there was a long bench in the yard of her house, and on the bench were drying clothes that had just been boiled with water. Green vegetables, obviously, at least some of the green vegetables in the village might have reached their house.

Gu Siwei didn't say anything. He said, "I'll leave first," and left the door of Guo Shenggen's house.

Everyone is cooking at this point, and everyone has their own things.

When I arrived at the door of Yang Chuanwu's house, I saw Yang Chuanwu already holding a bowl and sitting in the yard of his home, with one foot on the bench and the other on the ground. Good guy, this eating posture is so good. Like a doorkeeper.

"Brother Si-D, have you eaten?"

Yang Chuanwu discovered Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei replied: "Not yet."

"Would you like to eat at home?" Yang Chuanwu was just being polite.

"No, the family is ready." Gu Siwei waved his hand and said goodbye to the hypocritical Yang Chuanwu.

When he returned home, the water in the pot had already boiled. There was no other way, so Gu Siwei had no choice but to mix the lumps and pour them into the pot.

While waiting for the pimple soup to boil, Gu Siwei opened the lid of the pot, added oil and salt, closed the lid and simmered for a while, poured in some MSG, tasted it and felt it tasted about the same, so he filled two bowls.

He handed a bowl to Sicui, held a bowl in his arms, sat down beside the pot and started sucking.

“Brother, it’s so delicious!”

Sicui thought this food was really delicious. If nothing else, she had never tasted the delicious taste after one bite.

"If it tastes good, eat more."

Gu Siwei never thought that Sicui had never eaten MSG. It was precisely because of this that this pot of pimple soup with a little MSG became delicious as Sicui had never tasted before.

"I won't eat. I want to go into the mountains. Let me eat the rest. I'm not hungry." Sicui said, but her eyes couldn't help but look at the half bowl of pimple soup left in the pot.

Although Gu Siwei didn't see Sicui's expression, he was not interested in eating the remaining pimple soup: "You can eat as much as you want, I've had enough."

The brother and sister had just finished eating half of their meal when a voice came from outside the door.

"Are brothers Si-D at home?"

When Gu Siwei heard this, he immediately put down his bowl. Sicui was really clever. He immediately carried Guo Er into the house, and then put his own bowl and Gu Siwei's bowl into the house.

Eating a meal is like being a thief!

But there is no other way. What Wu Meiling said makes sense. If your family eats cornmeal, it is still a little moldy. It has to be taken out to dry in the sun on sunny days. Your family eats white flour all the time. Isn’t that a sign of hatred?

"exist!"

Gu Siwei opened the door and walked out, welcoming the person directly into the yard.

The person who came was Guo Shengshui.

"Have you eaten?" Guo Shengshui greeted with a smile.

"Well, I just ate it," Gu Siwei said.

Guo Shengshui said: "Let me tell you something. When I came back from the factory yesterday, a girl named Hu Yanqiu asked about you and asked me to bring you some money. She said it was last time...".

"You won't bring the money here, will you?" Gu Siwei opened his eyes wide.

Guo Shengshui smiled and said: "How could I be so indifferent? I didn't ask for it at all, but I promised to deliver the letter to her."

"That's good. This girl is the one who bought the cloth for me. I couldn't return a gift to others for helping me, so I bought some pheasants and wild ducks and gave them to them. Who knew they would have to give me money," Gu Siwei said.

After hearing this, Guo Shengshui said happily: "Fortunately, I didn't bring the money back. You need to meet them and make it clear to them."

Guo Shengshui messed up the matter. What he was thinking was that Gu Siwei must have fallen in love with this girl and was busy showing off his hospitality. Otherwise, how could he give someone chickens and ducks? He would know the gift just by looking at the money. Quite a few, but who knew that the girl wouldn't be happy with it, because this little guy had a hot face pressed against his cold buttocks.

In his opinion, he must not be happy. She is a worker and Gu Siwei is a farmer. Let alone the girl. Even Guo Shengshui is a worker and he is not happy to marry a farmer.

What Guo Shengshui means is that you have to make it clear to the girl. If she doesn't like it, don't pester her.

Gu Siwei never thought that Guo Shengshui meant this. He felt that he needed to meet and talk about it. He shouldn't do this.

After sending Guo Shengshui away, Gu Siwei decided to wait two days to get a shovel or something, just in time to meet Hu Yanqiu. Don't make excuses because of this.