Qiao Qi'an's house has not moved, Qiao Jiayue is a little disappointed, it seems that her persuasion has not succeeded.

The winter solstice is here in a blink of an eye, but there is no glutinous rice to rub the rice balls, and some old people have been chanting on the side: "The winter solstice should make up for the winter, and the child who eats the rice balls will grow up one year old, and he will grow up safely in the coming year." ”

After hearing this a lot, the members of the club especially want to eat glutinous rice balls, but there is no glutinous rice, what should they do?

The wisdom of the working people is infinite, and the still tender radish is rubbed into shreds and then chopped, stirred with sweet potato flour, finch wheat flour, and tapioca flour, and kneaded into small balls.

If you let the balls roll on the red paper again, they will be pink and tender, and they will be placed on the bamboo plaque, not to mention how festive it is.

To boil the balls, you have to add yams, and this time, the giant yam is finally discovered.

The old man who dug the yam last year went down with a hoe according to his experience, but the feeling was not right, and as soon as the hoe was pulled out, the tip of the hoe was stained with unknown juice.

He carefully cut the surface of the earth, and was instantly stunned by the huge yam hidden beneath the coarse soil.

The yam was hard for two people to hold, but everyone was enthusiastic, several people cooperated, and after a while, several yams were placed in the open space in front of the canteen, like a small mountain.

Four teams dug up giant yams, and the other three teams followed.

I don't know who remembered the slogan of a certain event, raised his hand and shouted, and a group of people were driven up and shouted loudly.

Qiao Jiayue looked at this yam, she thought that she could save it until next year, after all, there was a famine this year, and no one would have thought of cooking rice balls.

Many things are unpredictable, but at the beginning, Qiao Hongzhi planted the seeds relatively evenly, and there were distributions within the range of the four production teams, which is not suspicious.

Qiao Hongzhi reached out and poked Qiao Jiayue's arm, and whispered, "Why is it so big?"

After the initial surprise, Qiao Hongzhi felt a strange sense of accomplishment, hey, everyone didn't know that he planted it.

Qiao's father and the other cadres walked around a few times, looked at the giant yam dug up, and thought to themselves, this has swelled more than ten times.

He couldn't help but think of the giant pumpkin that Qiao Jiayue said, what does it have to be?

No one can see the growth process of this thing that grows underground, and no one thinks about the variety when there is such a change.

But there was a rice seed incident, and the members of the Alpine Brigade instantly made up a lot of brains.

In the countryside, there is no shortage of all kinds of folk ghost stories, and this yam is naturally counted among the gods who cannot be said now.

Qiao Jiayue, like other children, circled around the yam and reached out to poke its skin.

The shape of the yam looked irregular at all, and it was strangely shaped, and it was as tall as her.

Well, it's so big, it's enough for many people to eat.

Just thinking about it, there was a child over there who cried, it turned out that he had touched the juice of the broken skin of the yam, and it was so itchy that he scratched a few blood marks for himself.

This situation instantly scared away many naughty children.

Everyone is watching the excitement, and the people in the cafeteria don't dare to move, I don't know if this yam can be kept?

After the autumn harvest and the purchase of grain, now the members of the club are also a little frightened.

"How to deal with this?" Chen Dongfang glanced at the others, he didn't want to go to the commune, the Gao Shan Brigade was in the limelight again, and it would definitely make people hold a grudge.

Qiao's father glanced at Qiao Jiayue's children in the crowd, and pulled the corners of his mouth, "Today is the winter solstice, and the balls are ready, let's cut a yam and cook the rice balls first, and then discuss the rest after you are full." ”

"Okay, that's it. Chen Dongfang made a decision.

The heavens and the earth are big, and they are not as big as food.

No matter how poor you are, you can't eat real rice balls, and you can't save this yam ball soup.

Qiao's father's words won everyone's support.

Everyone also noticed that the more you go to the commune to show off, you won't be able to keep anything in the end, so it's better to make a fortune in silence.

When I think about the rice and sweet potatoes that were transported away that time, I can't wait to beat my chest when I think about it, my heart hurts so much!

Even if the food is exchanged for tickets and money, but everyone can't share much, how can there be benefits from eating in the stomach?

The members may not be smart, but they are still very clever in making small calculations, and their consciousness is not high enough to starve themselves to death.

Qiao Yibing actually didn't want to go to the commune, and the other production captains saw that the two biggest cadres didn't go, so naturally they didn't want to spend that effort, so it was better to eat an extra bowl of yam soup.

So the cadres of the Takayama Brigade dispersed and began to process yams with the production team as a unit.

Peel the skin, cut into cubes and dice, and cook with the balls in the pot, the faint fragrance floats above the cauldron, especially when several cauldrons are mixed together, the fragrance is even stronger.

The water in the pot was constantly boiling, rolling up and down with diced yams and balls, and the children gathered outside, sniffing vigorously in anticipation.

The adults didn't dare to go far, so they just stood guard outside the cafeteria, and finally they could change the taste, and this meal could not be missed.

Qiao's father was not idle, he led people to save this yam head, and went to find the yam vine, can he still find some seeds, and more in the coming year.

Compared with banana taro, Qiao's father hopes to grow yams, at least the taste is guaranteed.

And looking at the attitude of the members, only after digging up such a big yam and exclaiming a few times, no one went to the bottom of it.

Everyone's receptivity is too strong.

The yam soup is ready, and Gao Yulian will divide it, she has the right head in her hand, and a spoonful will not be too bad, which is very convincing.

Qiao Jiayue ate the soft diced yam and bit into the chewy balls, she thought, it tastes good.

Wasn't the original adventure just for the harvest now?

At the beginning of the winter solstice, except for the canteen and the person responsible for feeding the livestock, everyone does not have to work in the field and can rest at home.

In the afternoon, the cadres of the brigade still had to hold a meeting to make a plan for dealing with the yams, and most of the people were either basking in the sun or catsing in the house, and the village was very quiet.

However, Qiao Hongzhi, who had been idle, obviously found something, pulled Qiao Jiayue and Qiao Hongliang, and secretly crossed the creek and climbed to the top of the mountain on the side.

The temple was on the top of that hill, nestled in a grove of trees.

"Shhh Qiao Hongzhi pulled his younger siblings to squat under a bush, and through the gap, he could see the situation inside through the side door of the temple.

Qiao Jiayue's eyes couldn't help but widen, she saw many old people in the brigade.

They all carried a basket, secretly ran to the temple, opened the basket, paid a visit, knelt down and bowed, and then hurried away.

The same is true for the others, who do not greet each other when they meet each other, and leave as if they were air.