Rebirth in 1970: I work as an educated youth in a forestry farm

As soon as Sheng Xiping came out of the east room, he saw his sixth son standing in front of the pot like a little dog, waiting for the oil to come out of the pot.

Sheng Xiping shook his head, there is no one else like this Liu who only loves to eat.

The original moisture in the pot has dried up, and the fat meat has begun to produce oil and make a sizzling sound.

So some people also call the leftovers from oil refining called oil stains. Maybe because of their different accents, the Sheng family calls it oil stains.

No matter what it's called, it's still the same thing.

Oil residue and oil shuttle are the food that children miss most in the poor years.

Every time during the Chinese New Year, the family kills pigs to make oil, and the children eagerly look forward to it.

Once the oil is refined and taken out of the pan, you will have two pieces of fragrant oil stains, which are simply beautiful.

The bottom of the pot is on low heat and the oil in the pot continues to simmer out.

Zhang Shuzhen pushed the slightly yellowed fat towards the edge of the pot, and a bottom popped out in the middle.

Then use a spoon to scoop out the clear grease and put it into an enamel basin.

The temperature of the oil just out of the pan is too high. If you put it directly into the jar, you are afraid of frying the jar.

So you need to put it in a basin to cool down a little before pouring it into the oil jar.

"I estimate that this meat can produce half a jar of oil. If you save a little and mix it with soybean oil, you can eat it until winter.

It's a good thing that we have your skills in our family, otherwise the little oil supplied every month would be really not enough. "

Zhang Shuzhen was scooping out oil while chatting with Sheng Xiping, who was leaning against the door frame.

At this time, not only the Sheng family was like this, but every household was like this.

When frying something, I wish I could dip a little bit of the oil bag into it and smear it on the bottom of the pot.

I couldn't bear to put oil in the vegetable buns, so I put some fried pumpkin seeds in them, and they tasted delicious.

As for what to blow up, you have to start saving up months in advance.

Only when you have saved enough during the Chinese New Year can you do something interesting.

There's nothing I can do about it. In this environment, it's difficult for everyone, so I don't think it's that big of a deal.

As the oil in the fat meat continues to leak out, the remaining meat gradually turns yellow, becomes smaller, and becomes crispy.

The whole house is filled with the smell of burnt meat. In this era of lack of meat and fish, it can seduce the greedy people in their hearts.

Now, those in the west room couldn't bear it anymore and all ran out.

"Mom, give us some oil to eat. It's so fragrant. Can I still fall asleep at night if I'm so greedy?"

The two girls sniffed and drooled. For children, this was an irresistible temptation.

"Everyone is a greedy cat. I have to save the stir-fried vegetables to eat."

Zhang Shuzhen glanced at the children, then in desperation took out a plate and used a spatula to scoop up some of the grease.

"That's it. Don't eat too much. It's so oily that you'll eat the kang head."

Old people usually say this. It probably means that if you eat something while sleeping, if it is not digested, your stomach will feel uncomfortable.

What do the kids still care about? Not to mention this small plate, even if it were twice as much, they would still be able to eat it.

Sheng Xikang took the plate directly to the west room.

The children gathered around the plate, each pinched a piece, and couldn't wait to put it in their mouths.

The oil just out of the pan is still very hot, but for children, it doesn't matter whether it is hot or not, as long as there is something to eat.

When simmering the oil just now, Zhang Shuzhen put some salt in it.

The oil is stained with salty taste, fragrant and crispy. Put it in your mouth, crunch and chew, and your mouth will be full of the burnt aroma of fat.

Not to mention the taste, it's so beautiful.

A small plate was stained with grease, and within a few minutes, it was all eaten by the children.

The older ones are okay, they know how to control it, and they know it’s not easy at home, so they don’t think about it after eating.

The youngest Sheng Xitai looked at the empty plate and smacked his lips, feeling a little greedy.

So I stretched my head to look into the outer room, and saw Zhang Shuzhen pouring half of the oil into the jar, and locking the other half in the cupboard.

"Mom, please give me some more." Sheng Xitai looked at the cabinet longingly and begged pitifully.

"Get out of here, pack up and go to bed, it will taste good if you eat something.

Don't think I don't know that you always come to steal my oil jar.

Sheng Xitai, please stir the oil jar again and mix the oil inside. Let's see how I cut you. "

Zhang Shuzhen turned around and glared at her youngest son.

The bear stuff is used to eating ghosts, and it is so greedy that it dares to touch the oil jar at home.

Generally speaking, it is best to simmer oil in winter, especially the oil simmered in the twelfth lunar month, which can be stored and will not change in flavor even in summer.

It is not as good as in winter, especially in summer, when the baked oil will not condense. If you mix it casually, the oil will easily go bad.

What people often call hala is the smell of oil or fried food that has gone bad.

Once the oil is boiled, it will be very unpalatable, it will choke your throat and nose, and you will be blind.

Sheng Xitai was scolded by his mother and returned to the West Room with his mouth closed.

Not long after, sisters Sheng Yunfei and Sheng Yunfang slipped back from the west room to the east room. Everyone tidied up and got into bed to sleep.

Zhang Shuzhen also tidied up the kitchen and covered the pot without washing it.

Pour slightly cold oil into the jar, then cover the other meat with cold water and cover it with gauze to avoid flies.

When she got up the next morning, Zhang Shuzhen specially pulled some cabbage from the vegetable garden and made soup.

Last night, I didn't bother to clean the pot that was simmered with oil, so I just boiled the soup.

Add a little bit of fine vermicelli, sprinkle some chopped green onion or something before serving, and put it directly into the enamel basin where the oil was filled last night.

The basin was not cleaned last night and there was a thin layer of oil on the bottom of the basin.

The weather is hot in summer and the oil has not completely solidified.

It happens that the cabbage soup is hot, so when it is boiled, the oil melts into the soup.

So when I woke up in the morning, this pot of soup was so popular. The children all said it was delicious and delicious.

Seeing the satisfied looks of his younger brothers and sisters, Sheng Xiping was both funny and sad.

Compared with the children of later generations, this group of people really lacked supplies.

Take your time, the days will get better and better.

While I was eating, I heard a loudspeaker in the venue shouting that the club was to be repaired and all the employees and their families would volunteer.

Sheng Xiping suddenly remembered that this was the case.

Maekawa Forest Farm has always held meetings and watched movies in the converted old canteen.

As the population of the forest farm increased, and members of the large alkaline farm also came to watch movies, the original old club was no longer enough.

It's okay in the summer, you can play outdoor movies in the yard, but not in the winter.

As soon as a movie is played, the room becomes packed, which poses a huge safety risk.

Having a tall and spacious staff club has become the most urgent wish of all employees and their families, including students.

The court also reacted upward based on the actual situation.

The location of the new club has been decided and the required materials have been approved. Currently, there is a shortage of labor.

The opinion on the field is that everyone on the field volunteer to work, not taking up normal working hours, but rushing to work in the evening.