A village chief who does not want to be a village chief is not a good villager

After tossing back and forth for more than an hour, the embolus outside fell asleep.And Er Gouzi also woke up from hunger.

Jian Ping took the warm mush on the desk next to him, and then took it out and carefully fed the child half a bowl.After feeding, I didn't dare to let the child continue to sleep, thinking that I wouldn't fire too much, so I patted the child on the back for a while, and then put the child on the back.

These actions were done by watching the third daughter-in-law these days, and even if Jian Ping didn't want to, he helped take care of the children for a long time when he was in the orphanage.

So, even though he didn't like childcare, it didn't prevent Jian Ping from doing it smoothly.

The meat has been cut three times in the past few days, and most of it is fat.The pork from the fatty meat was put in the kitchen cabinet. Jian Ping opened the doors and windows of the kitchen and put a little oil in the cleaned pot.

After the oil in the pan is hot, pour the chopped green onion into it.During this period of time, the vegetable patch in the backyard not only grew good vegetables, but also a lot of green onions, ginger and garlic.Since such a big change occurred in the history of the previous dynasty, when Jian Ping sees crops that do not match this time and space appear, he can accept it without any entanglement.After the scallions are fried, pour the sliced ​​meat into it, and there is a sound of "stab", surrounded by heat and aroma.

Stir fry a few times, and then pour in the prepared bamboo shoots next to it.

Originally, the bamboo shoots were boiled with water and could not be re-cooked, so the key is to wait until the meat is almost cooked.

Stir fry a little bit, put a little salt and put it directly out of the pot.

It's not that Jian Ping doesn't want to make big dishes and hard dishes, but because of the current economic conditions of Jian's family, there is really no need to waste so much.

Between delicious and edible, you can choose edible, a little bit delicious is a surprise.Of course, being able to eat enough is the most critical issue.

On weekdays, farmers eat twice, one at noon and one at night.That is to say, the conditions are better when the farming is busy, so I add a thin meal in the morning, and try to give as much oil and water as possible at noon.

After all, harvesting is a big event, and it is also a tiring one.

When Jian Ping took the bamboo shoots and fried meat out of the pot, he turned around and saw three pairs of widened black eyes staring straight at himself... the vegetables in his hand.

Jian Ping has no idea that he can't eat ahead of time. You must know that eating in the past was like a war, and whoever eats it will be his.

Although Jian Ping can be regarded as having a family now, he also knows to be more cautious.But this dish was originally stir-fried for children to taste and see if they can eat it.

Yes, it's that straightforward, using children as guinea pigs.

After all, children's tongues are relatively sensitive, and it is easy to taste a little bit of bitterness.

"Okay, go get the chopsticks yourself."

"it is good!"

One big and two small... Well, the big one is not much bigger, and the three young ones rushed to the stove to grab the chopsticks.

But when he rushed to the small table in the kitchen and looked at the cooking dishes on the table, the three little ones did not move.

It's one thing for the two little ones to grab the chopsticks and not know how to use them at all. The three little ones finally realized that the adults at home haven't come back yet, and it's one thing before it's time to eat.

"Uncle..."

"uncle……"

Three pairs of big dark eyes looked at Jian Ping, even though they obviously started to swallow their saliva, the three children still didn't move.

Jian Ping almost thought he had met an angel again!

"Okay, let's eat, these are for you."

The elders were not even as high as the table, and their little hands holding the chopsticks were on the edge of the table, looking at Shuan Zi pitifully.

Xiao Shuanzi pursed his mouth tightly, and his eyes sparkled after hearing Jian Ping's words.As the only one among the three children who could serve food on the table and who knew how to use chopsticks, Shuanzi carefully picked up a small piece of meat.

Then, it was fed into Erya's mouth next to her.

I took another piece and fed it to the big girl's mouth.

Then, he himself took a deep breath and ate a piece of bamboo shoots.

If it wasn't for the image, Jian Ping would have stared at the child with wide eyes.This is the angel himself!

Shuanzi's eyes widened, and he looked at Jian Ping in disbelief.The small mouth moved and quickly swallowed the bamboo shoots in his mouth.

"Uncle, it's not bitter!"

If your tone of voice is not real, I almost think you said that the uncle stopped crying for the child.

Jian Ping almost saw the beauty of human nature in Shuanzi.

But after expressing emotion, it was only a moment when I was moved in my heart.Let's not talk about how long Shuanzi's kindness and beauty can last. Besides, not all children are called "Shuanzi".

Jian Ping doesn't want to use the rest of his life to test his character, to see if his kind is so cute.

Therefore, Jian Ping is still very firm about keeping away from children.

Of course, even if Jian Ping didn't want to, these members of the Jian family couldn't be included among those children who needed to stay away.

Seeing the three children eating happily, Jian Ping felt relieved to do other things.Because the next thing was going to be a fire again, Jian Ping directly brought over the sieve from home.

In a farm house, this kind of thing is almost essential.

Still the same sentence, not to mention Jianjia Village, where almost every household has bamboo mountains, there are no shortage of sieves.

Jian Ping took the thin quilt and spread it inside, and then put the child inside.In the end, even the child and the sieve were placed under the eaves of the kitchen door, where I could see them but not get exposed to the sun.

Then Jian Ping returned to the kitchen again, but this time he was not making bamboo shoots.

First take the mung beans that have been soaked for several hours and cook them in new water. After the boiled beans have bloomed, then throw in the previously cut pumpkin pieces and continue cooking.

When the air began to smell of beans and pumpkins, the fire was turned off, and then the things continued to be stuffed in the pot.

During this boring time, Jian Ping cut the thick bamboo shoots that had been soaked in water several times before into long strips.After cutting, it was almost half an hour.

The pumpkin and mung bean soup in the pot was filled out with a wooden barrel, and two large bowls were left outside, and the rest were hung in the well to freeze.

After finishing these, Jian Ping washed the pot again.Hot oil, lots of oil.After the oil is hot, stir-fry the peeled garlic until it smells fragrant, and then throw in the dried chili that I found at home.

Although there are only a few bunches of dried chili peppers, it is said that this thing is also a rare thing here, but after all, they live in the mountains and forests. Indeed, people here still have to eat some things like chili peppers to remove the moisture in their bodies. .

Jian Ping was not polite at all, and brought over a large bunch of peppers that were said to be worth a lot of money.Of course, not all in one go.

It took about a third of the time to throw it into the pot, and finally threw in a lot of peppercorns.When the children who were choked by the aroma were coughing and weeping uncontrollably, Jian Ping remembered that there was an old man at the door.

He rushed over in a hurry, moved Er Gouzi's cot to a place farther away, and then carried the three children over, making the three slightly older ones look at the youngest one.

Jian Ping was very fast, and it took only a minute to go back and forth.After coming over, I added some water to the pot to make the spiciness more attractive.

When the taste is almost the same, pour all the sliced ​​bamboo shoots into it.

Then, simmer over low heat.After about half an hour, I sprinkled two handfuls of salt into it, and let it continue to simmer.

When Mrs. Jane and Mrs. Zhang came back from the field to cook, the entire yard of Jane's family was filled with a choking aroma.

Obviously the tears couldn't be controlled and wanted to flow down, but the saliva in the mouth kept secreting.

"Uncle, what are you?"

Jian Zhang cautiously walked to the eaves, and Jian Ping sat on the mat with his back against the wall, holding in his arms Er Gouzi, who was "playing" happily with his two sisters and one brother, with big eyes.

And the other three children also sat aside obediently to fight against their younger brothers.

As for Jian Ping, he already squinted his eyes and looked like he was about to fall asleep.

After hearing the words, Jian Ping slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Jian Zhang, seeing Jian Zhang nervously looking in the direction of the kitchen, he let out an 'ah'.

"Oh, I made a little snack. Just help me pack it all into that clay pot in the kitchen."

"Ah, oh, good."

Jane Zhang was timid, so she didn't dare to say anything.Seeing Jian Ping's indifferent appearance, he dared not move forward.

Shrinking his neck, he went directly into the kitchen, and according to Jian Ping's intention, he poured all the red stuff in the pot into the cleaned jar next to him.

Unable to hold back, I squeezed one and tasted it.

Spicy, very spicy, but also very fragrant.

Jian Zhang only took one bite, but couldn't help but want to eat more.Taking a careful look at Jian Ping who had closed his eyes outside the kitchen, he shrank his neck again, and finally couldn't hold back and ate another one.

But Mrs. Jian Zhang was only so courageous. After eating two, she blushed and hurriedly washed the pot and started cooking, as if she had done something bad.

As for Jian Ping outside the house, he naturally didn't notice Jian Zhang's movements.

Besides, this amount is just something to test the situation tomorrow. Don't say that Jian Zhang only ate two, even if he ate two bowls, as long as he has one bowl, it's no big deal.

What's more, the amount of a dozen bamboo shoots is enough to fill a clay pot.

Jian Ping woke up amidst the noise, and when he opened his eyes, he saw other members of Jian's family coming back from the outside pushing carts, pulling food and holding agricultural tools with faces that could not conceal their fatigue.

Jian Ping calmly looked at the group of sallow, emaciated and exhausted people, and once again affirmed that he absolutely did not want to live this kind of life facing the loess and back to the sky.

The land is to be planted.

However, it will definitely not be him who planted the whole process himself.After suffering for 25 years, it is time to learn to enjoy it.