On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, every household of the four teams was wafting with the aroma of lard, and the reluctant people of the other teams also bought some pig blood or bones to cook soup and taste some meat.

Qiao's mother found a bamboo basket and a lot of straw, put away the meat and bones that Cai Ming bought, put them in a bucket and then soaked them in the water tank.

Qiao's father bought two pig's trotters and a long strip of meat for Qiao's fourth aunt, and Qiao's mother also put it away, and then called a few children to help, preparing to pack up a table of wine and food and come out to give their men a drink.

A pot of meat, a lean broth, a scrambled egg, and a pie, with a little peanuts, a pot of rice, and that's it.

Qiao Jiayue thought about it, put two wild vegetables on the table, and finally, it was the sweet potato wine made by Qiao's mother herself.

When Lu Aijun came, what he saw was such a sumptuous meal, the oily fried meat, and he thought that the second brother and sister-in-law were really willing.

Father Qiao came back after being busy, followed by Uncle Qiao, and several men sat down at the table, chatting while eating.

Qiao's mother prepared another meal in the kitchen, set up a small table, and ate with the children.

Eating such an oily meal in the morning, everyone cherishes it, and no one will feel greasy, and if you can eat it once a year, you should burn high incense.

After eating, Qiao Hongzhi saw that there was still some meat on the plate, his eyes rolled, and he begged Qiao's mother to give him this piece of meat, he was useful.

Qiao's mother was puzzled, "Who are you going to give it to?"

"Auntie, Grandpa Lan, they didn't buy meat, I want to send some to them to eat. Qiao Hongzhi got up early to see the excitement, and it was clear who bought meat and who didn't.

"No, I can't. Qiao Jiayue refused, and when she saw that everyone was looking at her, she explained: "This is our leftover dish, how can we be embarrassed to give it away? Later, when the pork rib soup is boiled, it is better to send it over." ”

Qiao's mother felt that this made sense when she heard this, "Xiaozhi, don't run around today, just stay at home to help." ”

When Qiao Hong heard this, his face instantly collapsed, "Okay." He originally wanted to go to the mountains with a few friends to dig honeycombs, but it seems that this activity can only be lost.

The degree of sweet potato wine was not high, and Cai Ming didn't dare to drink more, so after eating about it, he got up and said goodbye.

He tied the bamboo basket to the bicycle, covered it with a lot of grass leaves, and finally folded the cloth bag containing the shiitake mushrooms.

Sending Cai Ming away, Lu Aijun was also leaving, and before leaving, he was stunned and stuffed a lot of money and tickets into Qiao's father's hand.

"Enough is enough, go back quickly, take the pig's trotters and pack them up, and stew the soup for my two nephews to drink." Father Qiao patted Lu Aijun on the shoulder.

He turned around and saw that Third Uncle Qiao was still drinking, and his whole person was a little sullen.

"Second brother, I want to raise pigs. ”

Father Qiao raised his eyebrows and sat down next to Third Uncle Qiao, "Pig raising can help with two children, I don't worry about them being with their aunt." ”

"Raising pigs is a very tiring and hard job, are you sure?" After a pause, Qiao's father said, "Seeing that the land is about to be divided for its own use, and every family can raise chickens and pigs by themselves, do you still stick to your original idea?"

Third Uncle Qiao put down his wine glass, was stunned and said, "I don't know either." ”

"If you think about it, there must be another way. If the third brother and sister can teach, you can teach her well. "For this third brother, Qiao's father has a good impression, and he is happy to mention a few words to him.

Third Uncle Qiao evoked a sarcastic smile, "Heh, dogs can't change eating, what to teach!"

Seeing this, Qiao's father stopped talking, "You drank too much, go back." ”

Third Uncle Qiao stood up and shook his body, "Thank you for the hospitality of the second brother, I'll go back." ”

Father Qiao watched Third Uncle Qiao staggering home, he shook his head, it is true that each family has its own difficulties.

"What are you looking at?" Qiao's mother came out to clean up the table, and saw Qiao's father standing at the door stupidly, and said angrily: "Come in quickly, your daughter is looking for trouble again." ”

When Qiao's father heard this, he hurriedly strode into the kitchen, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

The large wooden basin on the kitchen floor was filled with white lard, and Qiao's father thought he was dazzled, so he reached out and poked it, and the oil was still shaking.

"Yue'er, ...... you" Qiao's father looked at his daughter who was standing on the side with a smug face, not knowing what to say.

"Abba, let's fry the lard!" Qiao Jiayue said happily.

This thing was a very cheap thing in her previous life, no one wanted it, and if she said that bones would be more expensive than fat in the future, I am afraid that no one in the family would believe it.

But for people in Qiao Jiayue's age, lard is still the best, especially lard.

After the cafeteria was disbanded, these things in her package could be taken out one after another.

Qiao's mother can now turn a blind eye to what her daughter is taking, anyway, it is a treasure chest.

Father Qiao was also a little helpless, "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

Qiao Jiayue happily took out the odor blocker and opened it, so that the aroma of fried lard would not drift out, nor would it stay on the clothes, which was very easy to use.

The lard is cleaned, cut into large pieces, the iron pan is heated, and the white plate oil slowly shrinks in size, turns yellow, and floats on the oil surface with the blessing of heat.

The oil residue of the squeezed oil is mixed with salt, sealed and stored in a cool place, and can be stored for a long time.

And the shelf life of lard is longer, so you don't have to worry about it going bad at all, that big pot is enough for a family to eat for a long time.

After the lard was fried, Qiao's father asked Qiao Hongzhi to send a bowl to Grandpa Lan, and he sent bone broth in the name of it, but if he didn't open it to see, he really didn't know what was in the bowl.

Grandpa Lan and grandchildren were also very surprised that Father Qiao would ask Qiao Hongzhi to send lard, but in fact, it was not that they had no money and could not afford to buy pork, but they deliberately did not buy it.

When the rations were distributed to the households, their grandchildren did not earn many centimeters, and the rations were small, so they did not dare to spend the money indiscriminately, so they had to save it to buy grain.

Gifts were exchanged, and Grandpa Lan gave Qiao Hongzhi two moon cakes, which were included in the package he had just received.

Qiao Hong thanked him and left quickly, the cooled oil residue was also delicious, he hadn't eaten enough just now.

In this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the people of the Alpine Brigade are extremely satisfied, they have more food in their hands, they can earn money, and their own land is almost there, which is simply too happy.

Even if there is enough lard, Qiao's mother is still very restrained, after all, once the oil and water are enough, the changes in people will be great, and they have to be gradual.

In addition to going to school, Qiao Hongyuan and Qiao Jiayue's time was spent in the underground passage, and there were almost no people in the ordinary world, Qiao's father and Qiao's mother knew that they were not running around, so they didn't ask too much.

Occasionally, Qiao Qiuyue asked a few words, and Qiao Jiayue was perfunctory, rather than playing with her peers, she preferred to follow her second brother to research and explore and create things that didn't exist in the first place.

Especially after the red strawberries in the crypt grew, Qiao Jiayue's whole mind was put on it, always paying attention to their growth trends, and recording them in a notebook, not to mention how serious they were.

Qiao Hongyuan didn't study anything for the time being, he was reading, reading all kinds of books that Qiao Jiayue took out, listing questions and looking for answers.

In a short period of time, he has written two thick notebooks, which are his learning experiences, questions and answers.