Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

After a while, Old Man Li, who came back with the oil drum, started tinkering.

Old Man Li was really someone who had played with a chainsaw before. He could divide it by three times, five times, and five times. Without asking any questions, he just took the pipe on the square oil bucket, took a sip into the pipe, and then let go of the diesel oil in the pipe and removed it from the bucket. was sucked into the oil storage tank of the chain saw.

After waiting for a while, when the oil was almost filled, he pinched the head of the leather pipe, pulled it out of the oil tank, and released his hand on the other chain saw.

"You guys are just fooling around and don't want to let the oil out?"

Gu Siwei was a little worried that these two old men were wasting the oil they finally got back.

Gu Siwei originally thought that this oil should not be difficult to obtain, because there are fewer places for people to use oil now. However, when he came back, he found that things were not as he thought. There was not much oil. Even Xu Congwen had a quota. Normally, Xu Congwen's management was very tight. If it wasn't for Gu Siwei, Xu Congwen would definitely scold others. But when Gu Siwei opened his mouth, Xu Congwen had no choice.

Because he owed Gu Siwei a huge favor. Guan Jian was a talented young man with amazing ideas every time Xu Congwen found out that he would also need Gu Siwei on his side.

Old Man Li said: "Just keep it in your heart. I have done this job countless times before."

Gu Siwei didn't believe it at all, but he didn't stop it either.

Lu Yan wanted to interrupt at this time, but it was a pity that he couldn't interrupt at all. He was an artist, and Old Man Li and Old Man Yu both had a background of leading soldiers in the war. Especially Old Man Li didn't know much Chinese characters before. Do you think this can make a difference? What a common language.

But Lu Yan also understands that he has to live here for who knows how long, and he has to have a good relationship with everyone, otherwise, something might go wrong one day, and he will be pinched again.

Lu Yan was afraid, afraid of being dealt with.

As for Old Man Zhou, he is still the same as before, with only the cigarette in his hand in his eyes. It seems that except for the cigarette, there is nothing else in his eyes unless he is working.

Gu Siwei was observing these people. Of course, the main thing was the renminbi walking in his eyes. At this moment, Gu Siwei's little mind was full of thoughts: What should this old man draw for me?

I don’t know what the painting is, but I know that the painting must be big. If it is not two or three meters long, decades later I will not be able to tell my great-grandchildren: Lu Yan was living under me, Mr. Qin!

Just as she was looking beautiful, there was a whining sound in her ears.

Gu Siwei took a look and found that Old Man Li had already pulled the chain saw, and was now looking at the moon in the sky, admiring the chain saw in his hand.

I was talking while watching it.

"If you want to say that they are very particular about making things, they have to be German. This thing is really much better than the American products I used before. If nothing else, I just want to talk about the sound.

Listen!

No noise at all. It's not like an American product. When you pull it, it either makes a sound or vibrates. When you hold it in your hand, the feeling comes all at once..."

As he spoke, Old Man Li came to the firewood pile. There happened to be a pile of unsplit logs next to the firewood pile. These were leftovers from the top and bottom of the material. They were of no use and could only be burned as firewood.

Old Man Li took the chainsaw in his hand and turned it on the block of wood.

Only a low mechanical roar was heard, and the chain saw was like cutting tofu, cutting and opening the wooden pile that was almost enough for a person to hug.

Old Man Li laughed and seemed quite satisfied with the chainsaw in his hand.

Gu Siwei saw that Old Li was about to cut other wood, so he stopped him: "I told you, Old Li, just play with it for a while. If you want to cut, there will be plenty of time tomorrow. Don't cut it now. It's a waste of oil."

"Looking at how stingy you are, I...forget it!"

Old Man Li originally wanted to say casually, "It's just some oil, I'll give it to you," but then he thought that he was a reformable and redeemable comrade now, no longer in his previous position, so he swallowed the second half of his words.

Old Man Li didn't have any sense of being moved by the scene. For him, he was quite satisfied to meet a young man like Gu Siwei and live such a life at this time. Compared with many of his comrades and colleagues, , this place is almost like paradise.

Putting down the chainsaw, Old Man Li returned to his chair.

Old man Yu was already sipping tea.

The old man held a can and drank tea along the side.

Gu Siwei saw the can and bottle in Old Man Yu's hand and asked curiously: "Did you make it up yourself?"

There was a cover on the outside of the can that Old Man Yu was holding. Because of the weather, Gu Siwei couldn't tell whether the cover was made of bamboo or leather, but Gu Siwei knew it was a knitted cover.

Old man Yu looked at Gu Siwei and said: "How can I have such ability? This guy Dezhu made it up for me. He saw that my hands were always hot when drinking tea, so he made one up for me. I didn't expect that this young man who looked stupid had his hands made up. Very clever."

Old man Yu looked happy when he mentioned the can and bottle covers that Liu Dezhu made for himself.

"A bottle sleeve, is that all?" Old Man Li was a little unconvinced: "The next time I see this guy Dezhu, I'll ask him to make one for me too."

"What do you want with this thing? You drink water from a porcelain jar, and that thing is not hot to your hands," Old Man Yu said.

Old Man Li said: "I'm happy! Do you care?"

Gu Siwei, who was standing next to him, knew that the two old men were grinding their teeth again, so he took the small bamboo chair he was sitting on and moved it towards the stove.

At this time, Lu Yan began to persuade: "Master Li, Master Yu, you two, stop arguing. This trivial matter is not worth it."

"Xiao Lu, you come here to comment. Do I want to quarrel with him?" Old man Yu simply pulled Lu Yan in.

Old Man Li became more energetic when he heard this: "Yes, Xiao Lu, come over and comment!"

Lu Yan's face fell instantly.

Gu Siwei snickered beside him: Damn! Make you troublesome!

Originally there were two people grinding, but now there are three people grinding. Even the monkeys on the tree who were about to sleep now seem to be energetic, squatting on the branches near the three people to watch the fun.

Da Mao also came over. He wanted to sit on the bench, but the eager old man Li pulled him over. Only then did Mao not let Mao break his chair.

Gu Siwei also watched it, but it was a bit careless, the kind that you can watch or not watch.

"Oh, it smells so good!"

Gu Siwei looked at the fuss and bustle, but his nose smelled an aroma. This aroma was the aroma of rice, and the rice grown at home was particularly fragrant for cooking.

"Brother, your nose is so sharp!" Sicui joked about her brother.

Gu Siwei said: "That's for sure, I am the big greedy cat! You are the little greedy cat."

Sicui giggled happily and continued to light her own fire. While stuffing firewood into the stove, she said to Gu Siwei: "I will show you my hand later and grill you a salted fish."

"Hey, I didn't expect that our Sicui would also become a chef?" Gu Siwei praised his sister.

Sicui said: "A grilled salted fish will make you a chef. This chef is too good to be a chef."

"If someone likes the food you cook, you can be considered a chef," Gu Siwei continued.

After saying that, Gu Siwei remembered and asked, "Can the salted fish pickled last time be eaten?"

Hu Yanqiu laughed after hearing this and said: "It's been a long time ago. When you were here, all the salted fish was already eaten. Now it's done in the back. There are so many people, so everyone worked together to dry more than 30 kilograms of salted fish." .

"so much?"

Gu Siwei was shocked when he heard that, more than thirty kilograms of salted fish, he had to eat it... Then he thought about it, no, more than thirty kilograms of salted fish, it was too much for three people before, but now he has a lot of salted fish. Seven people.

Not counting these seven people, will my father-in-law give some as gifts in the future? Lao Xu also wants to give some to Song Rui's family, his cheap apprentice Qiao Yi's family... Good guy, even a hundred pounds of salted fish is not enough.

"It's a bit less," Gu Siwei said.

Hu Yanqiu added: "I know it too, but Uncle Tao said that this is not the best time to catch salted fish. The best time is around November, when the fish weather is good, then that's A good time to dry fish.”

"What does he know? Half of them are old-fashioned. The old-fashioned people didn't do well, and the farmers didn't do well either." Gu Siwei laughed and talked about the old man Tao Yisheng.

Thinking of Tao Yisheng, Gu Siwei asked casually: "How many times has Tao Yisheng, an old man, come to the house to beat the autumn wind these days?"

Old Man Yu and Old Man Li had finished grinding their teeth at this time. They quarreled for a while, and then they started to quarrel again, just like two children.

After hearing Gu Siwei's words, Old Man Yu said: "Tao Tao has helped us with a lot of things. We pickled the pickled cabbage you mentioned in a jar and it was rotten in just four or five days. Tao Tao came over to pick it up." Just look at it and you will know what you did wrong. It is said that the roots of the vegetables were not blanched thoroughly. According to what others said, your vegetables are pickled and have a sour taste."

Hearing Old Man Yu mention this, Gu Siwei remembered it and asked, "Has the sauerkraut I mentioned been pickled?"

"I don't know if it's the right way to pickle it, but you said it's called sauerkraut, it's really sour," Hu Yanqiu said with a smile.

After hearing this, Gu Siwei immediately moved his legs and ran towards the place where the vegetable jars were stored.

No one said anything to stop him, everyone was used to it.

After running to the cave, Gu Siwei quickly found the jar of pickled vegetables. He turned on the flashlight and saw that the vegetables in the jar had changed color. It was not a bad discoloration, but the yellow color of pickled vegetables. color, this is the normal color.

Standing next to the vegetable vat, he could smell the unique sour smell with a gentle sniff, which made Gu Siwei swallow his saliva.

"It's really done."

This is the taste that Gu Siwei remembers, and it is also the taste of Gu Siwei’s mother. At this time every year, Gu Siwei’s mother will pickle a jar of sauerkraut from her hometown. In winter, she will roast foreign pork and beef. This is Gu Siwei’s favorite food.

Gu Siwei saw that his mother had marinated the vegetables, but he just looked at it casually and didn't know how to do it. He originally mentioned it to his wife, but he didn't expect that Hu Yanqiu actually remembered it and decided to marinate the vegetables.

Although the dish would not have been pickled without Tao Yisheng's help, Gu Siwei still gave the credit to his wife.