Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

After two or three days in a row, not only was my body tired, but my mind was tired as well. I took Sicui back home. The brother and sister made some food, that is, fried eggs with chili peppers, and then sandwiched the home-baked ones. The pancakes can be regarded as steamed buns. After soaking in the hot water, they went back to their rooms to sleep.

After another day of busy work, Gu Siwei entered the space, rested enough, and replenished all the energy he had exerted throughout the day, and then came out of the space.

He lighted the oil lamp in vain, held it in his hand and walked to the living room. He walked around and stood at the door of Sicui. He found that the girl had not closed the door. She was sleeping in a crooked manner and was snoring. One look and she knew it was true. Tired. A ten-year-old child works without a break all day long. Not many children in the future will be able to sustain it, but now, there are a lot of such children.

Gu Siwei entered the room quietly, covered Sicui with the kicked-off quilt, then quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.

I came outside and stood under the eaves and took a look. It was still raining, and there was no sign of rain.

With a gentle sigh, Gu Siwei returned to his room with the lamp.

Turning off the lights and entering the space again, Gu Siwei decided to develop self-supplied fruits. As soon as there was space, Lao Gu decided to be self-sufficient in fruits. Even if he couldn't be completely self-sufficient, he had to be mostly self-sufficient. Now he has Ma Chunya to provide him with fruits. Gu Siwei naturally wanted to cultivate the seeds of this fruit tree seedling that suited his own taste.

The wild cherries I got from the monkey last time didn’t have the taste that Gu Siwei was satisfied with. They were big and colorful enough, and they were even bigger than the expensive cherries that Gu Siwei would eat decades later. In one circle, the color is darker, like dark red agate.

The taste just wasn't enough to satisfy Gu Siwei. It was a bit sour and not sweet enough, which was almost the same as the cherries of later generations. But how could Gu Siwei be satisfied? He wanted better.

How could this old man endure it? As soon as he had time, he began to pick fruits on the tree that suited his taste and continued to cultivate them.

There was no result for a while. It was not that the space spring water was not powerful, but that Gu Siwei was lazy and lacked the original energy, so he started working on it when he thought of it, but stopped doing it when he thought of it. How could this be efficient?

Like today, Gu Siwei had time and started to mess around again.

Gu Siwei didn't have any resentment towards the apples and dates given by Ma Chunya, unlike the cherries and kiwis, because the origins of these two were our own, but they were taken away by others and sold back at a high price. They all chased after each other and ate them.

After changing the name, some people felt that this thing was no longer a cherry. There was even a woman who argued with Gu Siwei, saying that a cherry is a cherry and a cherry is a cherry.

Standing in front of Lao Gu, the King of Heaven, I am also a cherry.

The seedlings given by Ma Chunya were planted and watered, and the tree grew up in no time, and the fruit also came out. The fruit trees were not very good, and they didn't seem to be of any kind. They were all country fruits, like palm trees. Pears with green skin and dates with green skin all taste similar to what Gu Siwei ate when he was a child.

So Gu Siwei didn't do anything. He just picked the ones with big fruits and continued to plant them. Then he picked the seeds with bigger fruits and planted them on the trees that grew from the seeds with bigger fruits. Finally, he picked the fruits that Lao Gu thought were of a size he was satisfied with, and that was considered a success. The selection is completed.

Gu Siwei doesn't have any big characteristics, but he has a little bit of signs of great achievements. For example, he always likes big fruits, so the apples he bred are almost like small balls, with small cores and small flesh. Pretty decent.

Anyway, the fruit needs to be as big as possible while ensuring the taste.

Ma Chunya gave these fruits, and after several generations of seed replacement, they all reached a level that Gu Siwei was satisfied with. The next step was to wait for time to plant them outside.

After finishing these fruits, Gu Siwei continued to play with the cherries in the space.

The steps are not difficult, but the difficulty lies in the fact that Gu Siwei has to eat many fruits himself, because only after eating do you know which fruit is delicious and which fruit is not.

For the first time in his life, Gu Siwei vomited after eating the fruit. For a moment, Gu Siwei didn't know whether he was happy or unlucky.

After thinking about it, Gu Siwei decided to go out and bring Da Mao in. He didn't want some of the fruits that were grown now. Naturally, it was impossible to plant them in the space. It would be a pity to throw the fruits away with the trees, so Let Da Mao come in and clean up the battlefield, which can save some meat.

Thinking of this, Gu Siwei left the space and went out to find Da Mao.

Generally speaking, Da Mao sleeps under the porch of the small room, and sometimes he sleeps next to the firewood pile. But it rained today, so Da Mao must be on the porch.

Unexpectedly, Gu Siwei searched twice and found no shadow of Da Mao at the door of the hut on the left or right. Now Gu Siwei was surprised.

"Where can Da Mao go?"

Gu Siwei muttered to himself.

If Da Mao is not here, then the monkey can come in handy in Gu Siwei's heart.

He didn't know what was going on today. It was just that Da Mao was not here, and neither were Xiao Ma and the monkeys. This made Gu Siwei wonder what was going on today. None of the pets he was looking for were there.

The only thing left is the oil sludge, but this little guy is not good at eating fruit. It is better to feed Gu Siwei with it than to eat more.

Da Mao could not be found, and the monkey was nowhere to be found, so Gu Siwei had to return to space.

After returning to the space, Gu Siwei thought of the wild boars and wild sheep that his family raised in the space. He brought these guys over. The wild boars gnawed the fruits, but they ate slowly. As for the yellow sheep, they didn't even touch the fruits. , directly eating the leaves on the tree, seeming to prefer the leaves.

Gu Siwei felt a little irritable. He didn't know whether it was because he was worried about the harvest of the villagers, or because the yellow sheep didn't eat the leaves. Anyway, he felt unhappy and unhappy, and everything he saw was a bit unpleasant.

After beating up a wild boar and kicking a few yellow sheep, Gu Siwei felt much better.

After leaving the space, I lay on the bed and thought about things. The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became, so I had to get up again.

After sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, Gu Siwei simply put on his raincoat, picked up a lantern and went out of the house barefoot, and carefully inspected the fields in front of his house.

Clear water where there is stagnant water, and clear the blocked canals.

With such busy work, he suddenly lost track of time. When the work was finished and Gu Siwei came to his senses, there was no need to light the lantern because it was dawn.

After turning off the lantern, Gu Siwei returned to the house.

Sicui had just gotten up at this time, and the dazed little girl was standing in the hall with her belly sticking out and rubbing her eyes.

"Brother, are you up?"

"Well, get up. You can sleep a little longer. I was very tired yesterday," Gu Siwei said.

After a busy day, Gu Siwei had space to regenerate his health, but Sicui did not. Gu Siwei was not prepared to tell Sicui about the space. The less people knew about this, the better.

Sicui was obviously very sleepy, but she shook her head: "I won't sleep anymore. After breakfast, we have to go to the village to help."

Gu Siwei thought for a moment and said, "Okay, what should we eat in the morning? Can rice porridge be okay?"

"Let's stick some more cornmeal pancakes on the edge of the pot. We can also have them for lunch at noon. I don't want to eat potatoes," Sicui said.

After saying that, Sicui felt that she had gone too far. She looked at Gu Siwei and said, "Brother, have I gone too far?"

"What's too much?" Gu Siwei really didn't think of this for a while.

"I don't want to eat the potato. I used to be happy for a while if I ate the whole potato, but now I feel like vomiting when I see that thing. Am I becoming a bad guy like the landlord Lao Cai?" Sicui said.

As he spoke, Sicui's little face almost wrinkled together. It was obvious that Sicui felt a little ashamed that she could no longer eat the good food she used to have so quickly. She felt that she had suddenly become a bad person like a landlord or a rich man.

Gu Siwei smiled and said: "What's the point? There are a lot of things that I don't eat, brother. If you don't like some things, you'd be a bad guy. I don't know how bad your brother will become. Don't worry, even if you are a bad guy, let's just be bad together." ".

"Then I'll light the fire." Sicui grinned happily when he heard what Gu Siwei said.

Before starting the fire, Sicui scooped out the cornmeal from the bag and poured it into the earthenware basin. He placed a ladle of water next to the earthenware basin and poured it into the earthenware basin little by little.

After making peace with the stick noodles, Sicui went to light the fire.

When Gu Siwei was waiting for him to wash up and come out of his house, he found that all he had to do was stick the cakes.

Gu Siwei didn't like eating the stick noodles dry. He felt that it would irritate his throat. After thinking about it, Gu Siwei brought out a pickled fish.

This thing was given by Liu Fulin. Last time he asked Gu Siwei to take it to the factory, but Gu Siwei didn't bring it, but the old man gave it to him anyway.

He chopped the fish into several pieces with a big knife, added them all to the pot and started simmering. While waiting for the fish to simmer, prepare some ingredients.

After simmering for about twenty minutes, Gu Siwei opened the lid of the pot. By this time, the aroma of the pickled fish had completely come out, and the originally dry fish meat had been soaked in the smell of spices.

Stick the stick noodles all the way around the pot and cover the pot again. Gu Siwei and Sicui waited quietly for the food in the pot to mature slowly.

"Get out of the pot!"

Gu Siwei opened the lid of the pot, and the smell of salted fish suddenly dispersed. The smell was not very good, salty and a little smelly, but everyone knew that this kind of salted fish is delicious.

After hearing what Gu Siwei said, Sicui reached out and took out the firewood burning in the pot with an iron clip, inserted it into the ash cavity below and put out the fire.

The fish was put out, the pancakes were put on the table, and even You Gui came to the table with his own snack bowl in his mouth, wagging his tail.

The brother and sister were getting ready to eat when they heard a low growl.

"Bitch, you still know how to come back?"

Gu Siwei looked up and saw Big Mao running back, so he smiled and said something to it.

Da Mao walked towards the door of the hut, grabbed his basin and came to the table, waiting eagerly for Gu Siwei or Sicui to put food into his basin.

Gu Siwei put a few pieces of pancakes into Da Mao's basin and one piece into the clay basin. Each piece was the size of a palm. Then he poured a little fish soup on each of them, fearing that they would find it too salty and add more. Mix with a little water.

You can eat the sludge until it's full, but as for Da Mao, just taste it and let him eat it. Both Gu Siwei and Siwei have to tie up their mouths.

“Brother, it’s so delicious!”

Sicui held the pancake in one hand and clamped a piece of fish with her chopsticks. The fish meat split when she pinched it lightly. Salted fish is not fresh fish. The meat of salted fish is as tight as fresh fish. When clamped, it comes out in pieces, sometimes even. They will break, but that won't stop them from developing a unique flavor due to salt and time.

The taste of salted fish, paired with the pancakes posted in the earthen stove, one side is the golden color of corn, and the other side is the roasted brown rice crackers. When you chew them together, the salty taste, fish flavor, and aroma of the pancakes blend in your mouth. Siwei couldn't help but nod his head, let alone Sicui.

"If it's delicious, eat more," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

"No, you said you should eat seventy percent full, I want to eat less." Sicui thought of Gu Siwei's words at this time, but even as he said this, he did not stop using his chopsticks for a moment.

Judging from this posture, he is probably the same as Gu Siwei, and he is also a talker.