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

I listen to the radio every morning when I get up, so the publicity effect is definitely good.

Soon, everyone in the stadium knew that a new club was going to be built in the stadium.

For a time, every family in the forest farm was happy and everyone was happy. Even the children who were going to school were jumping and jumping when they walked to school.

Of course, this new club needs to be built, and everyone’s normal work cannot stop.

After breakfast, Sheng Xiping took the pickaxe and led the educated youth to work in the fields.

After the rain the night before, the ground was a little moister and looser, so the work was less likely to cause damage to the soil.

However, this rain did not have much impact on the temperature. Everyone was still sweating profusely while working in the sun.

"Qing Lan, I'm going to have dinner at home in the afternoon. My mother said I'm going to make buns today."

During the break, Sheng Xiping handed his kettle to Zhou Qinglan and said something by the way.

The meat I brought back yesterday was so fat that it was roasted in oil.

There were some thin ones left, and Zhang Shuzhen said when eating in the morning that she wanted to make some steamed buns to eat.

At this time, the cabbage, radish leaves, radish and other things in the vegetable field can be used as stuffing, and some vegetables are mixed with Heixiazi meat to make several pots of steamed buns.

Firstly, everyone can quench their cravings, and secondly, cooking becomes worry-free.

Otherwise, the weather is hot at this time and the meat will go bad if left for a long time.

"Oh, okay, then I'll go over in the afternoon and help my aunt cook together."

Zhou Qinglan took the kettle and nodded before drinking.

The Sheng family had accepted the meeting gifts, so there was really no need to be pretentious at this time.

The Sheng family did not regard Zhou Qinglan as an outsider, and Zhou Qinglan gradually adapted to getting along with the Sheng family.

After finishing speaking, Zhou Qinglan opened the lid of the kettle and took a drink of water. Then she realized that the water was different, it was sweet.

"Huh? Is this sweet?" The sweet cold water felt so refreshing in my mouth.

"Did you make sugar water? Oh, this is such a waste. I can just drink boiled water."

Most of the time, Zhou Qinglan would fill a pot of water from Tang's house in the morning and take it with her to work.

If you run out of food in the mountains, you can only drink water from mountain springs or rivers. If you work in Hou Dadi, you will go to the canteen to fetch water at noon.

"Try it carefully. Is that the taste of sugar water?" Sheng Xiping smiled and didn't say much.

Zhou Qinglan heard this and took another sip. This time, she felt that something was different. "It seems a little more fragrant than sugar water."

"It's honey water. Last winter I dug out a honeycomb and got a lot of honey. When I got up early, I mixed some honey with boiled water."

That's pure wild honey, which naturally tastes much better than sugar water.

"Girl, drink some honey water."

I seem to have heard people say that honey water can be antioxidant, whitening, etc.

Although Sheng Xiping thinks that Zhou Qinglan's skin is very good and very white, but women still need to pay more attention to maintenance.

Regardless of whether it's useful or not, at least the honey water tastes good.

"You are so capable, you can do everything." Zhou Qinglan looked at Sheng Xiping with admiration, "I admire you so much, you are so capable."

I have to say that compliments from the girl he likes can really make a man intoxicated.

Even an old guy like Sheng Xiping, who has experienced countless things in his heart, felt a little drifting at this moment.

Sheng Xiping shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Sure enough, a man, even if he is eighty years old, still looks like a fool when facing the woman he likes.

There is still so much land that has not been plowed, so how much time is left for chatting?

Sheng Xiping gave the kettle to Zhou Qinglan, and after giving instructions, he continued working with the pickaxe.

After digging all day with a pickaxe, by the afternoon, everyone's arms were so tired that they could no longer straighten their waists.

When Lao Hu saw this, he got off work before five o'clock.

This time Sheng Xiping didn't call anyone else, he just asked Zhou Qinglan to go back to Sheng's house.

Zhang Shuzhen was at home and had already started making steamed buns.

Mix a little white flour into the corn flour and add old flour to ferment.

The cabbages in the vegetable garden have grown quite tall, so I just collected them all, cleaned them, blanched them with hot water, dried them and chopped them into small pieces.

Stir in the minced Heixiazi meat filling, chopped green onions, salt, peppercorns, etc.

If you add a little less soy sauce, the umami flavor will come out immediately.

Just when the dough has risen, knead the dough and roll it into strips, cut it into even balls, roll it with a rolling pin a few times and it's ready to be wrapped.

The corn flour is thicker and a bit crumbly. Even if it is mixed with some white flour, it cannot make round buns like pure white flour.

So it has to be like making a dumpling, put the two sides together, pinch it twice if you can make pleats, and pull it down if you can't.

Place the wrapped buns on the curtain, or directly on the pot curtain covered with a drawer cloth, and steam them in the pot when they are full.

Zhang Shuzhen started early, and Sheng Yunfang and Sheng Yunfei also started to help after school.

So when Sheng Xiping brought Zhou Qinglan back, Zhang Shuzhen was putting the second pot of buns into the pot.

Sheng Xitai, who usually went out to play after school, didn't go out today either.

He was staring at the steaming steamed buns on the sorghum stalk beside the cooking pot, swallowing his saliva.

"Auntie, let me help you."

As soon as Zhou Qinglan entered the door, she saw Zhang Shuzhen picking up buns from the pot and hurriedly rolled up her sleeves and said.

“No, no, it’ll be fine soon.

You are very tired from working in the fields all day. Go wash your hands and drink some water. We will eat when your uncle comes back later. "

How could Zhang Shuzhen let Zhou Qinglan reach out to work? Besides, she was almost finished here, so there was no need to occupy another hand.

The Sheng family's pot is not too small. It has eight seals and can fit two layers of pot curtains.

Today's pot curtains are not made of aluminum or stainless steel like those of later generations. They are all made of rattan.

Sometimes a wooden pot and fork is placed underneath to prevent the pot curtain from deforming over time.

When the family has a large population and the children have big appetites, it is rare to make steamed buns, so they must make more buns.

At noon, Zhang Shuzhen made a large pot of noodles, and now both the upper and lower pot curtains were used in the pot.

Afraid that the upper and lower tiers would be too close together and squeeze the buns, Zhang Shuzhen deliberately placed three bowls next to the pot on the bottom tier.

With these three bowls as cushions, the space in the middle is enough.

Put another layer of pot curtain on top, so that a lot of buns can come out of one pot.

Otherwise, in this summer, steaming buns in pots and pots would make the kang sizzling hot at night.

Anyway, in the past few days, the problem at home has not stopped at night, and there is nothing to do when sleeping. The four people all squeeze into the kang.

Zhang Shuzhen was so hot at night that she couldn't sleep and was still thinking about it. Otherwise, she could buy another pot and change the Westinghouse stove into a pot stove. Two pots would be convenient for cooking and other things.

Otherwise, just set up a stove in the yard, and cook those firewood-consuming dishes outside in the summer.

It also saves me from having to prepare some delicious food at home. The house is like a steamer, which is really a disaster in the summer.

But then I thought about it, my son already has a partner, if they can't keep it together, they will get married next year and live alone.

There seems to be no need to prepare another pot here.