Bianshanhan [farming]

Li Qinghong and Li Qingshun were making dumplings, Li Qingrui was rolling out the dough, and Fang was kneading the dough. She had never eaten dumplings before, so she didn't know how to make them. She just kneaded the dough according to Li Qinghong's instructions.

Li Qingwen was sitting upright at this time, answering the second brother's questions one after another. There was a small head lying on his lap, as if he had been quarreled, his limp body wanted to get under the quilt all the time.

Li Qingzhuo nodded, "You can see the meaning of reading a hundred times, your efforts are not in vain."

Before Li Qingwen's waist collapsed, he heard his second brother say: "I have prepared some other books, you have to read them carefully, don't slack off in reading."

Li Qingwen's face was ashen, and he looked out of the window with blank eyes, why, why did he have to suffer all this during the Chinese New Year...

As if rescuing Li Qingwen, the child lying on his lap suddenly yelled "hungry".

Li Qingwen jumped up and went out to find him something to eat, while Li Qingzhuo began to sort out the books Yaodi was going to study next.

The smell of fried stuffing came from the stove at the back, and the child as big as a bean was holding the fruit and chewing on his face with satisfaction. Outside, the sun fell from the branches of the trees, and the ground was mottled.

Everything looked peaceful and at ease.

But it is obviously a festive festival, there is no pedestrian on the road outside, only uniformly dressed officers and soldiers come and go.

The whole city was under martial law, not only Li Qingzhuo couldn't go out, but also there was not a single person in the outer city. Officers and soldiers guarded every main road, and the gates to enter the city were closed long ago.

No one knows exactly what happened, but the New Year is still the time to celebrate the New Year. The people in the capital have seen the big world after all, and they just shut their doors to live their own lives without doing their business.

Li Qingzhuo's neighbor on the left went to the wall to borrow soy sauce, talking about the children's playfulness and smashed the jar, but such things are indispensable for cooking.

The neighbor on the right asked what kind of meat they had. He could buy it or exchange it for something. His family ordered [-] catties of pork from the butcher’s house.

In the end, I exchanged two legs of lamb for a bunch of candies, two catties of snacks, a bag of roasted seeds and a jar of sesame oil.

The houses in the alley are still noisy, and the voices of women with loud voices scolding children for stealing food are also coming and going, as if it is still the same as usual.

The people of Yangshu Village, who were talking about this for the first time, were like frightened birds at first, but finally calmed down slowly, and began to prepare for the New Year in a hurry.

Li Qingwen was woken up by the child before dawn. He hugged him into the warm bed, went to the back kitchen to see the minced meat that was chopped and seasoned yesterday, and squeezed the meatballs to steam while lighting the fire. Let it dry, then fry it.

The smell of fried food was so strong that it soon filled the alley, and the people in the house who hadn't woken up also woke up, yawning and helping.

Fang took over Li Qingwen's work, and Li Qingwen lifted the two pots beside him. The stewed chicken nuggets inside had already cooled down, forming a thick layer of marinated chicken jelly.

Li Qingwen was very satisfied. In order to make the stew more jelly, he specially cut some meat skin and put it in when stewing the chicken. Sure enough, his hard work was not in vain.

Li Qingzhu had just finished chopping the sheep bones, and Li Qingwen was already mixing cinnamon, fennel and cloves. He was directing people to work in the kitchen, but his second brother called him to check his homework...

Although Li Qingwen was a little dazed, but looking at his second brother's face, he quickly calmed down.

I don't know if it's because of the Chinese New Year, or because the children have been pestering Li Qingwen, but Li Qingzhuo's homework inspection will soon be over today.

Li Qingwen hugged such a soft dumpling, and after going out, he kissed his fleshy cheek. Although he didn't know whose family this child belonged to, he was his savior.

The mutton bones had been put in the pot for a long time, and Li Qingwen was not around, so they didn't dare to cut the ingredients, because they didn't know the ingredients except the onion, ginger and garlic.

This, this bark-like thing, can it really be cooked with bones and meat? !

Li Qingwen went to the pot with the child on his back, added half a scoop of water, then poured the plate of various tubers or powdered seasonings into the pot, and then started to heat up!

This dish of mutton scorpion was the most familiar dish in Li Qingwen's previous life, because his grandfather liked it very much, but there were not a few ingredients here, so he could only omit them or use others instead.

Because there were not enough pots, the small stove in the yard was also repaired by Li Qingrui, and the small pot on it was steaming.

They have already made a lot of covered dumplings, Li Qinghong and the others still have the attitude to stop, Fang went to the kitchen to dig out the noodle bag, saw a small bag next to it, opened it, and asked: "What kind of noodles is this, what color is it?" No, shouldn't it be broken?"

Li Qingwen turned his head and looked. It seemed to be the bag that Lao Zhang gave him. He said it was black noodles. .

There was actually buckwheat, Li Qingwen thought, what a surprise.

Buckwheat is a crop that does not pick the ground, and it is cooked quickly. It is a very nutritious coarse grain!

Of course, more importantly, this kind of thing is very suitable for planting in border towns where the warm time is short!

This is really a New Year's gift, and Li Qingwen's heart blossomed with joy.

Now that it's all taken out, it's time to taste it, Li Qingwen said: "Sister-in-law, this is also noodles, buckwheat noodles, very delicious, it can also be made into dumplings, but the noodles are very soft after kneading, you can mix some white noodles in it, otherwise It's not easy to form a group."

Fang had never heard of this thing, but according to what Li Qingwen said, after pouring the buckwheat into the basin, he also put a bowl of white noodles in it.

In the end, it was so soft that it really couldn't be kneaded. She put two more bowls in it one after another, and then she could barely knead it.

Li Qingjiu was watching the fire of the clay stove outside, when he heard someone shouting, "Little brother!"

He turned his head and looked over, and saw an old woman standing by the wall. She didn't know what she was stepping on, half of her body was exposed, and she handed over a large piece of sausage, asking, "What about your family?" How about a bowl of croquettes..."

The child was woken up by the scent in the morning, and kept crying for food. She took out a lot of food, but refused to do it. After being beaten twice, she still cried. She had no choice but to change it.

Li Qingjiu didn't know either, so he went back and asked Li Qingwen, and Li Qingwen agreed, but the aunt was already prepared and handed over the empty bowl and sausages she brought, and praised their women for being virtuous, and started cooking early in the morning. Their house is the most fragrant in the whole alley.

Li Qingwen: "..." Although I am happy to be praised, he is not a woman.

Li Qingwen sat under the tree with a puffy face. The two officers and soldiers outside the house were still guarding, like door gods. He explained to these two people many times that the second brother didn't know and was innocent, and the two were like lumps of wood. Same, just say they follow orders.

No matter what he said, it seemed like he was playing the piano against a cow. Li Qingwen was very frustrated, but he was still very grateful when he thought that they didn't capture the second brother.

He thought, Jiang Cong was on the boat during the Chinese New Year today, so he didn't know what to eat with those people...

Although the boat is poor, it's okay not to be surrounded by officers and soldiers.

Li Qingwen was in a daze when suddenly a hat fell to the ground. He looked up, met a pair of eyes on the wall, and saw a sparse hair...

Li Qingwen quickly stood up, picked up his hat, patted off the dirt on it, walked to the east wall, looked at the gray-haired old man lying on his stomach, and said, "Old man, be careful not to fall off."

The old man struggled to take the frozen fish over the wall, panting heavily, and didn't say a word for a long time.

Li Qingwen asked for him: "What do you want to change, soy sauce, vinegar, or meatballs?"

The old man shook his head, and with the other hand he brought over a sturdy jar tied with hemp rope, and said, "Little brother, your dining table is big enough, can you add a pair of bowls and chopsticks?"

Hearing Li Qingwen's shout, Li Qingjiu and Li Qingzhu came over and took the old man off the wall.

The old man fell to the ground, put on his hat, and told them very politely that his unfilial son had gone somewhere, there was no one at home, he couldn't cook, so he just came out to stutter, and hoped he didn't disturb them.

Well, there was a child who couldn't find his parents and home, and now there is an old man whose son doesn't know where to go...

Knowing that this old man surnamed Du climbed six walls to get here, the crowd couldn't help but admire him from the bottom of their hearts.

The old man not only brought things, but also wanted to help with the work. He smelled the fragrance all the way to the pot, and said with a smile: "Oh, this pot of mutton bones is not ordinary."

He washed his hands quickly, and made dumplings together with Li Qinghong and the others. The dumplings made were exactly the same, and placed on the curtain, they were much neater and more beautiful than the others.

It doesn't look like you can't cook...

But no one said anything, it was a big festival, the old man was so lonely at home alone, it was fate to have a meal together.

Knowing that most of these things were made by Li Qingwen, the old man asked: "Little brother is good at this, do you want to open a restaurant outside our alley?"

Li Qingwen thought for a while, whether opening a restaurant would make money, and finally shook his head, he never had such a plan.

Others laughed and said that the old man was too good at complimenting others, but Li Qingrui looked thoughtful, as if he was thinking about something.

Today's Chinese New Year, the evening meal is the most important. At noon, there are dumplings stuffed with mutton and celery. Originally, Li Qingwen planned to make more stuffing, but no matter men, women, young or old, they all like to eat meat. In the end, he listened to the big guys.

There are only a few simple dishes, fried fish, braised pork knuckle, garlic sausage, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, stir-fried mutton with green onions, and a large pot of sauerkraut stewed with big bones.

Sauerkraut is the most important dish in winter in Bingzhou. People surnamed Li here grew up from snacks to adults. When there was no oil and water in the past, they were almost stewed sauerkraut in hot water.

Li Qingwen's method is different from that of the villagers. First stir-fry with meat oil, and then put the blanched bones. Sugar, wine and sauce are also indispensable. The stewed sauerkraut is crispy and fragrant. It is not sour. , but fragrant.