Through the cultivation of tang pear leaves rouge color

There was a light rain that night, and the next day it was sunny again, the sun came out, and the sun was shining brightly everywhere.

Song Li stood in the yard, looking at the blue sky, only a few white clouds like cotton wool drifted slowly by, and the mountains in the distance opposite were surrounded by white mist, and the mist also floated slowly, rising into the sky Go, expose the emerald green mountains...

The peach tree in the yard has absorbed enough water these days, and the whole green space seems to be dripping out of the water, and some of the peaches on it are showing a hint of pink. Should be able to eat.

The bluestone slabs in the yard became extremely clean due to the washing of rainwater during this period of time, but some moss grew on the corners of the yard wall, and the green color reflected light like emeralds in the sun. One end is hung in the rope circle under the eaves, and the other end is hung on the courtyard wall, and then the washed clothes are dried on it. He is not tall now, so he can only use a chair to cushion the clothes. Standing on the chair From above, Dong Wu could be seen outside the courtyard wall, and Dong Wu was building a vegetable shelf in the vegetable field outside.

After more than ten days of rain, some of the vegetable shelves that used to be made of bamboo in the vegetable field have fallen down. Dong Wu has cut down new bamboos and is now erecting those fallen ones.

Song Li stood on a chair and greeted him, "Dong Wu..."

Dong Wu raised his head to look at him. Song Li only had one head protruding from the courtyard wall, with a smile on his face. In the bright sunshine, that smile seemed to be cleaner and more dazzling than the sunshine after the rain. The black eyes are even more beautiful, Dong Wu straightened up, showed him a doting smile, and said, "Be careful, don't fall."

Song Li laughed twice, waved to him, and continued to dry the clothes.

As the sun came through the clothes, Song Li raised his hands to cover his eyes, took a deep breath of the fresh air with the vitality of nature, and was completely satisfied in his heart.

After drying the clothes, Song Li took a shovel and shoveled off all the new moss in the yard. He was small and weak, so he worked very slowly. When he finished, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Dong Wu finished the work in the vegetable field, and put the remaining bamboo and bamboo strips under the eaves outside the house. When he entered the yard, he happened to see Song Li sweeping the shoveled moss in the corner with a broom. With his strenuous look, he walked over a few steps, took the broom in his hand, and said, "I'll do it!"

Song Li had no choice but to give him the broom. After seeing Dong Wu sweeping the ground clean, he took a dustpan to pack up the rubbish and took it out of the courtyard gate to dump it in his own field by the side of the road. There happened to be an aunt who lived not far away. Walking by, seeing him taking out the trash, he greeted him with a smile, "Miss Song is taking out the things. It seems that there will be no more rain, and it will be sunny for a few days. The house needs to be cleaned well, and I want to clean it up too." Go back and tidy up your belongings."

The fact that Dong Wu's daughter-in-law's surname was Song soon became known to everyone, much faster than the surnames of other newly married daughter-in-laws in the village.

Song Li responded with a smile, "Clean up the moss in the yard. It's just fine when the weather is fine. There are many things in the house that need to be dried."

Afterwards, the weather really cleared up. After drying the stones in the courtyard dam, it is time to carry the clothes and wadding in the cabinet at home to the yard to hang them in the sun. Moreover, the crops grow best after the rainy season Sometimes, the vegetables are also growing crazily, and there is no end to eat them all. If there are too many, they must be made into pickles or dried vegetables, which are stored and eaten in winter when there are few vegetables.

It took two days for the clothes and quilts to dry. The cotton wool was hung on the bamboo poles, and the dust paddles made of bamboo strips were used to slap the dust hard. Watching the dust pass through in the June sunshine and slowly fall to the ground, Song Li felt that this was also a comforting thing.

Carrying the cotton wool out to dry was naturally done by Dong Wu, and Song Li took the bat to beat the dust, and then dried the clothes on the bamboo poles, and when the bamboo poles were full, they spread them in a clean dustpan placed on a stool, and all the clothes were cleaned. After drying, the yard is full of clothes cotton and sheets.

Song Li stood at the door of the main room looking at the yard and said to Dong Wu, "I didn't see many things in the closet, why are there so many after drying out?"

Dong Wu said with a smile, "When they are stacked in the cabinet, they will naturally look less."

Song Li turned his head and glanced at him, thinking that of course he knew the reason, saying such a sentence was just a casual exclamation, but he didn't expect Dong Wu to answer him seriously.

After drying clothes and cotton wool, seeing the weather getting hotter, the elm trees outside the yard grew very densely, and there were always so many cicadas chirping on them, so it was quiet all day long.

Most of the rice in the rice fields passing by the main road had eared, and the whole world was filled with the fragrance of rice flowers. Song Li couldn't help but think of the phrase "the fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good year", and always felt a sense of happiness.

During the period of waiting for the crops to mature, Dong Wu was not particularly busy. He spent most of his time at home, sometimes going to the fish pond, and even went to the county town a few times.

According to Granny Li's instructions, Song Li picked all the cowpeas that could not be eaten home. After washing, some of them were put in a steamer and dried in the sun. Some of them are pickled with salt and then dried. Then, when they are half dry, they are put into the jar of pickled vegetables together with chili and ginger slices, and they become pickled vegetables and cowpea. Song Li likes to eat this kind of pickled vegetable stir-fried twice-cooked pork.

Seeing Granny Li cut the eggplant into shreds and dried it to make eggplant vinegar, Song Li sighed. He remembered that his mother also liked to eat this food when he was a child, but she didn't know how to make it by herself, so she went to a vegetable market some distance away. Going to buy it, Song Li was very surprised at that time how his mother found that place that sold eggplant vinegar, because this kind of craft didn't seem to be so popular, and there were not many people who knew how to make this kind of vinegar.

In addition to eating raw and stir-frying vegetables, most of the wildly growing cucumbers at home are also made into salty and spicy cucumber sauce by Granny Li.

And there seems to be everything in the kimchi jar. Granny Li can soak all edible things in it. She even soaks plums in it, and she can also soak the old amaranth stalks in it. If it was corn porridge, he ate it with kimchi, but Dong Wu loved him so much that he cooked eggs for him almost every morning, or eggs or duck eggs, sometimes salted eggs. Song Li was growing up, and although he He didn't eat much, but he was always hungry very quickly, and sometimes he was so hungry that he couldn't sleep at night, so Dong Wu got up to cook him a bowl of fried egg noodles.

The rice at home was finished, and the millet was scooped out from the barn to be ground into rice grains. Dong Wu opened the barn and took out a small jar from it. Song Li stood beside him and caught it, saying, "What's in it? In the barn."

Dong Wu didn't know what it was, so he took it and sniffed the lid, and said, "This is wine, who put the wine jar in the barn."

Song Li said, "I didn't let it go, if you didn't let it go, then Granny Li should have put it in!"

"What did she put the wine jar in there for?" Dong Wu said, seeing a change in Song Li's expression, he smiled, "Why, you put it there, remember?"

Song Li had a sad look on his face, and said, "I remembered, when that Wu Jinwen came to our house last time, Grandma Li taught me to make fermented glutinous rice with the leftover rice, and put it in the barn Yeah, I've been forgetting about this, Granny Li probably thought we had already taken it out and ate it, so she didn't say anything, it's been in there for more than a month, can I still eat it or not!"

So much rice, and sweet-scented osmanthus in it, if you can't eat it, it's a waste.

Song Li felt distressed, carried the jar to the kitchen, wiped the outside of the jar with a handkerchief, Dong Wu also followed him to look, and said, "Just forget it if you can't eat it, just do it next time."

Although Song Li agreed, he couldn't hide the distressed look on his face.

Dong Wu removed the thick layers of cloth wrapped around the mouth of the jar, and when he opened it, there was a tangy aroma of wine. Song Li was startled, and moved his eyes to the mouth of the jar to see that there was no mold growing inside. Instead, there was a lot of water, and the original rice was all flocculent. Dong Wu scooped a spoonful into the bowl with a spoon, looked at the jar carefully in the sun, and said with a smile, "It's not bad, it's been so long. It has already become rice wine."

Song Li felt very happy. The rice wine in the jar was sweet with the aroma of wine and sweet-scented osmanthus. He took a sip of the rice wine and fermented rice scooped out by Dong Wu with the bowl in his hand. Even without sugar, it was still very sweet and fragrant. , he looked at Dong Wu with a smile, and said, "It's delicious, do you want to try it?"

So he brought the bowl to Dong Wu's mouth, Song Li's beautiful and pure smile only made Dong Wu's heart melt, and he drank the rice wine in Song Li's hand in a daze, and smiled. Yes, said, "It's really delicious."

Song Li immediately said, "Let's just drink this rice wine tonight. The fish you brought back yesterday hasn't been eaten yet, so it happened to be fried in oil and served with wine."

Song Li was not a drinker in his previous life. After living with Dong Wu, he never asked Dong Wu to drink, but this time the rice wine was so fragrant that he drool when he smelled it.

Dong Wu continued to seal the jar, put it in the cabinet in the kitchen, and said, "Go and grind the rice, then come back and cook!"

Dong Wu carried a basket of millet to the millhouse in the village in a large thin bamboo basket. Song Li locked the door behind him and went with him.

The mill house is a little behind the main courtyard on the west side of the village. There is a small river ditch flowing down from the mountain, which happens to form a big drop here. The village built a waterwheel mill house here, and some money is given to grind grain. In the end, it was also used for the repair of the mill house, which is regarded as one of the public facilities in the village.

When walking through the village, everyone he met had to say hello. Song Li had met many people during his stay here, and he could still call many people by their names.

The children are always more lively, and they followed the two of them to the mill house in groups, and they didn't disperse until the door of the mill house. Song Li naturally thought that these children were playful, but Dong Wu understood that they all followed. Seeing beautiful ladies, although I don't like it in my heart, it's not easy to drive them away.

Someone is already using the mill, and it happens to be Aunt Six who is more familiar. Because more than 90% of the village is named Li, most of the women who meet a certain age should be called Aunt, so Song Li saw them and asked Aunt. Good is always right.

Aunt Six was sweeping millet, and her second son, Li Wanlin, was driving a windmill. Li Wanlin was the 12-year-old boy who used to send gardenias to Song Li. At this time, he saw Song Li coming into the mill with Dong Wu. Seen by Song Li's eyes, his face instantly turned red, and then he lowered his head and began to turn the windmill desperately. This windmill is used to separate the rice from the chaff. The density of the chaff is lower than that of rice grains. When he turned the handle of the windmill so desperately, the rice grains were also transferred into the chaff. When his mother came over and saw it, she immediately gave him a chestnut and scolded, "You are so desperate to do it!" What, the rice went out with the chaff."

Li Wanlin bit his lip and lowered his head to slowly turn the handle of the windmill, but Song Li saw that his ears were also red.

After Aunt Six finished using the mill, it was Dong Wu's turn to use it. Song Li had watched Aunt Six do it just now, so he understood how to operate it and helped Dong Wu with the work.

There is a large circular groove on the ground, and the stone plate is driven by the water wheel to turn around in the groove, which can crush the millet in the groove, and the chaff and rice grains Separated.

But if the rice grains are over-milled, they will be crushed. Therefore, when the stone plate is rolled over, the millet and rice grains must be swept out, and then new millet will be added. Song Li helps to add millet, and Dong Wu uses a special broom Sweep out the rice grains.

The sound of water flow, the creak of the water wheel and the sound of the stone plate rolling in the stone trough resounded in the mill room. Song Li felt his waist ache after working for a while. Dong Wu looked at him frowning and felt uncomfortable. Just let him sit on a stool on the side to rest for a while, and he can do things well for the two of them in an orderly manner by himself.

The cool wind blew over, bringing the scent of gardenias, mixed with the faint scent of lotus, Song Li poked his head out from the window of the mill house, and there was a pond not far outside, in which were planted lotus roots and lotus leaves Swaying with the wind, the lotus is not in full bloom yet, but there are already many flower buds. Song Li said happily, "Dong Wu, there are lotus over there."

Dong Wu took a look at him and said, "It will take a while for the lotus to bloom in full bloom, come and see it then."

When Song Li was talking about lotus, Li Wanlin, who was still turning the windmill, looked back at him, only seeing Song Li's silhouette lying on the window, the wind blowing his hair, and the light sunlight reflecting on him, he looked The most beautiful person in the paintings I have ever seen is not as good-looking as him.He was fascinated by watching, when he suddenly felt Dong Wu's gaze, he couldn't help but blushed immediately, he quickly regained his senses and continued to turn the windmill, not daring to look at Song Li again.

Song Li looked at the lotus pond for a while, then turned around and said, "Where is there a gardenia tree? There is always the fragrance of gardenias here."

Hearing Song Li talk about gardenias, Li Wanlin secretly turned his head to look at him again, and said to the sixth aunt who was tidying up the rice grains, "There is a gardenia tree in Wancai's house here, and it was branched at my house back then. Branches, the tree has grown quite a bit now, and the scent can be smelled in the mill room. It’s just that the season is over now, and the gardenias have no beautiful buds, so they can’t be sold for any money.”

Song Li responded, and then asked how to branch and plant seeds, and Aunt Six kept talking until they ran out of windmills. She carried the rice, and Li Wanlin carried the chaff to go home.

When Li Wanlin left, he looked back at him a few more times, but when he saw Song Li looking back, he didn't dare to look, and ran away briskly with only his things on his back.