I spent those years in the countryside

Chapter 175 Laba
After returning home, Du Ming started unloading.

Zhang Xiaoyue took a fruit wood duck in her hand, took a bite by herself, picked up a piece of meat and gave it to Dahei, and then to Xiong San.

These two beasts turned their heads and tails, which is called obedience.

The reckless man also got out. After hibernating for such a long time, the reckless man realized that he could do without hibernating, so he often got out to bask in the sun.

Zhang Xiaoyue didn't favor one person over another, and gave a lot to the reckless man.

Du Ming unloaded the goods and sorted them into the cupboard. Du Ming looked at the full cupboard and said with emotion: "I'll buy another cupboard later, this cupboard is a bit small."

After leaving the kitchen and reaching the water tank, Du Ming smashed a thick layer of ice in the water tank, picked up a piece and handed it to Zhang Xiaoyue: "Come, change the taste."

"Is this edible?"

Zhang Xiaoyue was suspicious, she just ate so many hot things, and if she ate ice cubes, wouldn't she have a stomachache?

"Even if it's iron flakes, you won't have a stomachache after eating it."

Du Ming said with a smile: "In our village, there is a custom, that is to eat ice on Laba day, so that you will not have a stomachache in the coming year."

Zhang Xiaoyue took the ice cube and ate it deliciously.

The reckless man kept tilting his head, wanting to share.

Zhang Xiaoyue threw the ice cube into the reckless man's mouth, and the reckless man shook his head, threw the ice cube out of his mouth and crawled away: "Is this thing edible? I know how to lie to the python."

Du Ming scooped up the water first, and began to wash the ingredients for Laba porridge.

Zhang Xiaoyue rolled up her sleeves and began to help. After cleaning, she filled a basin and soaked it in water.

Du Ming started to clean the pork, and then divided it into long strips.Zhang Xiaoyue was puzzled: "Do you want to eat so much meat at night?"

“This is for making bacon”

Du Ming put the meat in the basin and began to sprinkle salt: "We have a custom here, it should be said that there are many places with this custom. Bacon is made on Laba Day, the taste is the best, and the bacon will not go bad."

"Then, can't roe deer meat and hare meat be allowed?"

Zhang Xiaoyue hadn't eaten bacon yet, so she was a little curious: "Does pork have to be used?"

"First, there is not much meat from wild rabbits, and you can't eat meat after it is dried. The meat of wild animals such as roe deer is eaten fresh. Their meat is too strong and chewy. Very bad, not tasty."

Rub the pork with salt one by one, and hang them in a cool and ventilated place with iron hooks.

Du Ming started making tofu again. He cut the tofu into pieces and dug a small hole in the middle. Du Ming sprinkled salt in the small hole and put it in the sun to dry.Zhang Xiaoyue had never seen it before, so she was very surprised: "Is the tofu delicious like this?"

"This is called Laba tofu. After it's made, it's yellow and jade-like in color, soft and soft in the mouth, and tastes salty and sweet, fragrant and fresh. If you add ingredients such as dried shrimps during drying, the taste will be even better."

From the kitchen, Du Ming put the dried shrimp bought by Zhang Xiaoyue in the small hole: "When the time comes, this tofu will be delicious whether it is fried or stewed."

This is what Du Ming learned from a friend in Guizhou Province when he was working outside. He also ate it and it was delicious.

So, learn to make such a dish.

Zhang Xiaoyue drooled a little: "You know so much."

Her memory is that on the day of Laba Festival, her family always ignores such a festival. When she was young, at her grandparents’ house, she also made Laba porridge during Laba Festival.

Other than that, there are no other traditional customs.

Du Ming chuckled, and Zhang Xiaoyue felt terrified, and quickly changed the subject: "I see that you have washed the garlic so much, what are you going to do?"

“This is pickled Laba Garlic”

This kind of delicious food, when he was a child, his grandfather would soak Laba garlic every time he went to Laba.

"Soak it in vinegar, and the garlic soaked in vinegar will turn green, and finally it will become green all over, like emerald jade."

Du Ming's face was full of nostalgia: "When it's the Chinese New Year, when eating dumplings, this kind of pickled garlic is delicious."

"I really want to celebrate the New Year quickly. There are so many delicious foods!"

Zhang Xiaoyue watched Du Ming make these, she had never seen it before, and always found it very interesting.

At this time, the grains of Laba porridge were almost soaked, so Du Ming put it into the pot and started to cook.With Zhang Xiaoyue snuggled up beside him, Du Ming felt a special feeling in his heart.

Both fell silent, their cheeks flushed against the firelight.

Du Ming liked this kind of quietness very much, and Zhang Xiaoyue also enjoyed this kind of quietness at this moment.

"I have heard many festival poems, but I have never heard of Laba Festival"

Du Ming sighed: "It seems that since ancient times, this festival has been ignored. Sooner or later, it will be stolen by Bangzi Kingdom."

"Yes, I have."

Zhang Xiaoyue's eyes lit up: "Not only are there, there are many."

"It's been snowing and cold for eight days, and the servant holds a candle before putting on makeup. The old saying about minced meat is repeated, which makes red cheeks smile."

Zhang Xiaoyue smiled triumphantly: "This is a poem by Wang Yanhong of the Ming Dynasty, about Laba."

"Xunjun Laba meeting, if you don't meet, you will return it in vain.

Fallen leaves under a lamp, cold clouds between two trees.

Knowing the truth of deep dwelling, being strong is ashamed to clear the class.

It's still too late for Nalu, but I should learn to retreat. "

Zhang Xiaoyue has a lot of ink in her belly, this is already the second poem: "This is also a poem by Ou Daren in the Ming Dynasty."

"Only from the Ming Dynasty?"

Du Ming's voice was faint, and he was scratching his stomach. He didn't think of a poem about the Laba Festival.I think back then, when he was in school, he was even known as a little wit.

Now, he couldn't find a decent line of poetry.

This made him blush and a little dissatisfied: "If you have the ability, you belong to the entire Song Dynasty."

There are not many poems about Laba. I set a dynasty this time, you probably don’t know it.

"It's not snowy or cold on Laba day. The poets of the Song Dynasty thought it was against the season to return to the cold and warm, and it was embarrassing for the people. How should it be Laba today, just like the old spring three."

Zhang Xiaoyue came as soon as she opened her mouth, without pausing.

Du Ming frowned, thinking about it, Tang, Song and Ming, after all, there are too many celebrities in these dynasties, and the poems he usually learns are from these dynasties, his eyes rolled: "You have the ability to come up with a song about the Laba Festival before the Sui and Tang Dynasties." poems."

Zhang Xiaoyue was full of smiles, and she was also a little complacent: "December Festival, Northern Qi Dynasty, Wei Shou, Ning Han forced the Qing Dynasty to sacrifice, and there was a banquet in Jiaping. What is Su Xin saying, let me use this to comfort my feelings."

Really!
Du Ming has given in, but as a man, how can he say defeat lightly?

"If you have the ability, you can come up with a song from the previous dynasty."

Zhang Xiaoyue glanced at him: "Since you are not convinced, I will convince you today."

"Twelve days, Jin, Tao Yuanming. The wind and snow bring luck, and it's time to make peace. Plum willows are planted between doors, and one of them has beautiful flowers. I can tell you how much wine is suitable! I can't tell how much, Zhangshan has Strange song."

Du Ming was a little dazed, he looked at Zhang Xiaoyue's stomach: "There is a lot of ink, Madam is a genius, I am convinced by my husband."

Zhang Xiaoyue narrowed her eyes slightly, triumphantly: "It was all poetry and prose just now, why don't I give you a few poems?"

Du Ming raised his hands: "Madam, I surrender."

"Hmph. Throw to knees and raise your hands"

Du Ming rolled his eyes: "Every day I kneel in front of you, I always raise my hands, and I work very hard."

"Fuck you, no one is serious."

Zhang Xiaoyue rolled her eyes.

Du Ming suddenly called out: "It's time to put the dates."

A big pot of eight-treasure porridge is basically boiled.

(End of this chapter)