Bianshanhan [farming]

The sorghum has a dense field, and the long leaves are very sharp, and if you rub it carelessly, a hole will be pulled out.

Li Qinghong and Li Qingfeng were used to farm work, they were very flexible and relaxed.

The field was sweltering, and after half a day of drying, Li Qingwen was scratched a few times, but he didn't bleed, but sweat dripped down, and his face was burning with pain.

Li Qinghong asked him to rest on the ground, but Li Qingwen didn't respond, and took back the cloth towels of his two brothers, tied them together, made a simple mask, covered the lower half of his face, and continued to work.

He was older than Li Qingfeng in his previous life, so he had no reason to watch his family work.

The three brothers soon ran into their parents who had turned their heads. Mrs. Chen was very happy. The youngest son was smart and capable, and knew how to cover his face with a cloth.

Li Maoxian didn't speak, but he was relieved in his heart. The youngest son was so sensible when he just woke up, he was worthy of being the son of the Li family.

Weeding is easy at this time, and we don’t need to worry about the small grass. We only pull out the grass with tassels, so as to prevent the grass seeds from falling into the ground after they mature, and will waste the land when they grow up next year.

The land was not big, and the five members of the family finished it in less than an hour, and the weeds were not discarded, so they tied them up and carried them back to feed the pigs.

When leaving, Li Qingfeng looked back at the few sorghum plants on the ground.

After all, it crawled out of his own stomach. Chen took a look at his appearance and said, "Want to eat straw? The ones our family planted this year are not sweet. Your sixth grandpa's family planted half an acre of sweet stalks this year. If you want to eat it, wait until you harvest it." Let’s go sorghum, the tassels are not ripe yet, if the stalks are cut off, the grain will be lost.”

Li Qingfeng listened and didn't look back this time.

"Mom, why doesn't our family grow sweets?" Li Qingwen asked.

"My son's speech is becoming clearer!" Chen sighed happily, the wrinkles on her face were flattened, and she said: "That thing attracts the children's attention, so how many can you secretly suck, how many can you ask for? When it comes to the autumn harvest, I will be dumbfounded."

There are many children in every household, and the stomachs of young and old have no oily water. Sugar is more expensive than salt.Adults understand that food is the lifeblood, but children don't know so much, they only know that this stuff tastes sweet and delicious!

Seeing that the youngest son was curious, Li Maoxian lifted the grass on his back and said: "The harvest of the sweet sorghum is less, and everyone is not willing to plant it."

Li Qingwen nodded. He couldn't get enough to eat, so naturally he was eager to get a lot of food.

He still had some impressions of this sweet-stalked sorghum. It wasn't a local species, but something his father had heard about on his way to seek medical treatment.His father's brain was active, and he wanted to get something good to try when he saw it. As for the rest of the matter, Li Qingwen didn't know much about it.

When approaching the village, Li Qingfeng pointed to the sorghum in the high-walled courtyard in front of him and said, "This is the sweet sorghum grown by the sixth grandfather's family."

Li Qingwen: "..."

His little fourth brother seemed to really like sweets, so he was thinking about it.

"Oh, I sneezed several times just now, and I was wondering who was talking about me. It turned out to be the fourth boy."

An old man stood up next to the earthen wall. The wrinkles on his face were like tree bark. He looked over with a smile, "I know you like to eat, so I'll keep it for you."

Li Qingwen followed his brothers to call Grandpa Six, and Li Qingfeng called the loudest.

Grandpa Six looked at Li Qingwen whose face was flushed from the sun, "Zai'er has also gone to work in the field, what a boy!"

Li Qingfeng said happily: "Couldn't it be, Zai'er and I will collect sorghum for Grandpa Six."

"You can eat as many straws as you want." The old man grinned, revealing his missing teeth.

When I got home, my sister-in-law had already put the sink in place, and my brothers were urged by their mother to wash their hands, and then they entered the house noisily.

Li Qingfeng lay sprawled on the kang, feeling his shriveled stomach and screaming hungry.

Li Qingwen asked: "Fourth Brother, do you want some candy?"

Li Qingfeng got up suddenly, "Boy, are you rich?"

Li Qingwen shook his head, "I don't have money, I will do it."

"Really?" Li Qinghong also heard it, with a look of disbelief.

In the past Yaodi couldn't even eat by himself, but now he knows how to make candy?

Li Qingwen didn't expect so much, so he immediately asked what to do.

"I want wheat and glutinous rice." Li Qingwen said every word, trying to make himself pronounce clearly.

Li Qinghong disappointed: "That can't be done, our family doesn't grow these, and the village doesn't have any."

"Who said no?!" Li Qingfeng raised his voice a little excitedly, quickly glanced outside, and said in a low voice, "The second uncle came to our house last time and brought several pockets, and there are some inside!"

The original owner didn't remember it, Li Qingwen looked at the third brother, Li Qinghong nodded and said: "Your fourth brother is right about this matter, there is no place in the house that he can't dig out."

Li Qingwen was speechless.

"However, this matter may be a bit difficult." Li Qinghong said: "The food at home is very tight, and if we don't let it cause harm, my mother will definitely not agree."

Li Qingfeng was not afraid of difficulties, and immediately lifted the curtain and went out to beg.

After a while, both Li Maoxian and Chen Shi entered the room, and Li Qingwen cheered up immediately.

"Zai'er, your fourth brother said you can make candy?" Li Maoxian looked at his youngest son and asked.

Li Qingwen nodded, and according to the words he had planned in advance, he said: "Father, I was in a daze before, but I was actually dreaming. I dreamed of many new things. Making candy is what I saw in my dream."

This is not really a lie, the past ten years when he came here is not like a dream.

Li Qingwen knew that if he wanted to make money, he would not be able to bury his head in farming, he had to produce something.But in the past, he was a fool, and if he suddenly understood something that others didn't understand, it might attract criticism, so he had to find a perfect excuse.

After speaking, he looked at his father with some anxiety.

"Zai'er, you have been dreaming this dream for too long, more than ten years." Chen said with a smile: "It has made my parents very anxious."

Regarding this, Li Qingwen was quite helpless.

Li Qingfeng was a little envious, "If only I could dream about making candy."

Li Maoxian put his hand on Li Qingwen's head, and said "yes" three times in a row, "We are not dreaming in vain, we have learned something. Damn it, take out the wheat and let us try our hands."

Li Maoxian readily agreed, but Chen was a little hesitant. She was reluctant to part with the food and asked, "Zaier, how much wheat do you need to make this?"

Li Qingwen said: "Mother, you don't use much wheat, and it takes a little more to make glutinous rice... It's also my first time doing it, so I don't dare to be rash, can I try it with half a catty of wheat and five catties of glutinous rice?"

Wheat is more expensive than glutinous rice. When she heard that it only cost half a catty, Mrs. Chen heaved a sigh of relief, "Okay."

Even if it doesn't work, at most, you will be blind for two meals, and you can still bear it.

Mrs. Chen quickly weighed out the wheat and glutinous rice. Li Qingwen soaked the wheat in a pottery basin, and fished out the shriveled ones floating on the water. .”

The wheat was washed several times, and no water was wasted. It was poured into the empty wooden bucket next to it, and was ready to be fed to the pigs and chickens. In the village, the drinking water was drawn from the well, and I was used to saving.

The washed wheat was soaked in clear water in the basin, Li Qingfeng was a little anxious, "Boy, how long will this soak?"

"Soak until about this time tomorrow. Pour out the water and wait for it to grow buds as tall as a finger. It will take four or five days to make sugar." Li Qingwen explained.

"It took so long." Li Qingfeng was a little disappointed.

Chen Shi and Jiang Shi have been watching from the side, saying: "Isn't this the same as raw bean sprouts?"

Li Qingwen nodded, and then told his mother and sister-in-law the steps of making maltose.

When he was a child, he often walked around the neighbor's sugar pot. It is not difficult to do this, but he dare not say too much. He is very strange to this era. Who knows that things are different from those he saw in his previous life? Not the same.

When Chen and Jiang heard this, they were amazed. Just now they were worried that he was wasting food, but now they heard what their youngest son said so carefully, they suddenly felt that this matter would be successful.

It was getting dark, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were busy with dinner again. Li Qingwen stood in the yard, watching his chimney start to smoke.

The Li family, like other families in the village, are all adobe houses, with three main rooms, the east room and the west room are occupied by people, and there are two stoves and a place to eat in the middle.There are east and west rooms in the courtyard. Li Qingwen's eldest brother has married a wife and had a son. The family lives in the east room, and the west room stores food and sundries.

Adjacent to the west wing is a slightly lower wooden shed with piles of firewood inside. Next to the wooden shed are chicken pens and pig pens. Although there are many chickens in the house, they are cleaned frequently, and the yard is not too big. the taste of.

The ground is made of earth, and the walls are also made of earth. There is a piece of earthy yellow everywhere. The only difference is that behind each house, some poplar trees are planted, while others are planted with fruit trees. Add some food.

Seeing the tall poplar tree behind the house, Li Qingwen couldn't help but think of his grandfather. In his memory, he was a stubborn old man who would rather sell the tree that was to be used as his own coffin, and also wanted to raise money for the treatment of his little grandson...

It's a pity that Li Qingwen was awake, but the old man didn't see it.

Li Qingwen couldn't help thinking of his grandmother in the previous life, the white-haired man sent away his son and daughter-in-law, and finally brought himself up, and passed away without enjoying the blessings...

Thinking of the old man who had paid for him in two lifetimes, Li Qingwen felt sad.

When Li Maoxian came back from fetching water, he saw his son staring at the back for a long time, and he couldn't help but "thump" in his heart. His son used to like to be in a daze like this, could it be...

Li Qingwen was feeling uncomfortable when he was suddenly slapped on the shoulder, startled, and looked up, "Father, what's wrong?"

Hearing his words, Li Maoxian's heart fell slowly, "What are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything, I thought of my grandpa and grandma..." Li Qingwen lowered his head.

"Do you still remember your grandma?" Li Maoxian froze for a moment.

"Yeah. I still remember that my grandfather got two meat buns from a kind person and wanted to keep them for me. It was too hot, so I was so sour that I didn't want to throw them away. Our grandfather ate them among the three of us." Li Qingwen's eyes were a little hot , whispered: "As a result, we dragged it for several days..."

The three of them suffered a lot that time, and it was a kind mother-in-law who made three bowls of sugar water to stop the diarrhea.

When Li Qingwen was a child, his father and grandfather took him to seek medical treatment. Because he had no money, he never stayed in a hotel.The donkey cart pulls food and pots, and cooks and eats by himself when he is hungry. When he is on the road, if he is lucky, he can find a village to spend the night.

Unexpectedly, he still remembered the past, Li Maoxian was a little excited, his lips trembled, "Your grandpa didn't love you for nothing, tomorrow dad will take you to the grave, and let grandpa see the youngest grandson he has been thinking about all the time."