There is also work in winter, collecting firewood (firewood), hunting, and herding trees, which are all winter work. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In winter, the family carries an axe with a saw and hemp rope to go up the mountain to collect firewood, and the children are tied to their waists with hemp rope by adults, for fear that the children will fall into the snow pit.

Firewood is divided into fine firewood and chopping firewood, fine firewood is shrubs and other trees that are not wooded, cut off from the root of the surface with a sickle, and bundled into bundles with a kind of mountain rattan after the yard is neat, this is a technical work, just have strength is not enough, shrubs have adult thumb thickness, to cut off with a knife, but not only by brute force.

Splitting wood is a mature tree, generally put those trees with a diameter of more than ten centimeters, first use an axe to cut a gap, and then use a saw to put down, there are also no saws just take the axe, that is all by strength. After the tree is brought down, the branches are cut down with an axe, the trunk is sawn into more than a meter long, and after being pulled home, it is then split into petals with an axe, which is mainly used to burn the kang.

Zhang Xingming and his brother will also follow their grandfather and grandmother up the mountain, but they will follow to make trouble, and when their grandfather and grandfather make firewood bundles, the two of them will sit and climb pears and come back, not only can they not feel the hard work of collecting firewood, but it has become a pleasant winter outing.

After the firewood is brought back, the fine firewood should be stacked up, and it should be stacked up as high as a house, and then the roof will be made with a high beam pole or a rice pole or something, so that it will not be afraid of rain. The wood is piled up in the yard and burned with the splitting, and it can be burned for a few days.

When chopping wood, my brother led Zhang Xingming to squat on the side and wait, and the pine wood would split out a big-headed worm, a white mollusk, and a black piece on the top of its head, which was its mouth. No one knows what this thing is called, only in winter, it can be found in pine and birch trees, and it is white and fat.

Split the wood, grandpa will take a closer look, and when he finds the worm road, he will take a wire to hook, and in a few clicks, he will hook out a little white fat man and put it in the canned bottle held by his brother. Split wood for a day, when you can find more than a dozen, and then grandpa makes some charcoal fire, my brother will burn and eat one by one, the taste is very fragrant, the taste is good, the aroma lingers in the mouth after eating, and it can be remembered for a long time.

Collecting firewood is a heavy job, intermittently to do a winter, summer is not able to beat firewood, so the firewood in winter must be able to be used until the next winter, and in winter to burn the kang stuffy fire, and special firewood, especially chopping firewood.

In the countryside, the greatest fun in winter is catching birds and rabbits.

At that time, the mountain people still had the habit of hunting, and there were many animals in the mountains, such as roe deer, roe deer, badgers, deer, wild boar, squirrels, foxes, pheasants, hares, flocks, all kinds of birds, wolves and tigers.

Zhang Xingming never saw his grandfather fight big things in his last life, it is estimated that the brothers were too young and the grandfather did not dare to take him and his brother there, and later the animals in the mountains were extinct, but the rabbit and the pheasant were particularly memorable.

Grandpa made a set with a ponytail, tied it around his waist, and then carried a foreign cannon (an old-fashioned shotgun, equivalent to the first generation of thermal weapons, the kind that filled gunpowder and lead pellets from the muzzle) and led Zhang Xingming and his brother up the mountain. Said to be going up the mountain, but in fact it was on the edge of the forest, and Grandpa looked down on the snow to observe, and then buried the sets one by one, and led the brothers to retreat the same way and go to another place to hunt pheasants. Pheasants are flocks and hunt in the snow for food, but they don't know how to use guns. This kind of shotgun can't hit the bird, and the bird is dead when the cannon hits the bird, but the dense lead pellets hit the bird, and it can't be eaten.

If the pheasant flock is large, grandpa will let the brothers squat on the side, he slowly leaned over, and then suddenly stood up, threw the cotton hat above the pheasant flock in the air, the pheasant exploded, fled in all directions, and when the hat fell to the ground, grandpa walked over and picked it up and put it on his head, and then began to look in the snow nest, constantly pulling out the pheasants from the snow like a turnip, twisting his neck and hanging it on his waist, a flock of twenty or thirty pheasants, at least seven or eight can be caught in this way, sometimes a dozen. It turns out that pheasants are a bit like ostriches, and when frightened, they will burrow their heads into the snow as fast as they can, and then stand motionless waiting for the hunter to pull them out.

There is also a method of medicine. There is a kind of mountain fruit in the mountains of Northeast China, I don't know what it is called, it seems to be called Chimo fruit (sound), it is a small red fruit, hollow, as big as a little thumb belly, this fruit because there is no flesh, so no one eats it, so it survives the autumn and becomes the food of pheasants. Grandpa picked the fruit back, and then stuffed a medicine he had prepared into the fruit, and went to the edge of the forest and sprinkled the fruit on the ground, and when he came back in an hour or two, he saw the pheasants lying on the snow one by one, and they had already died. The entrails of the pheasant caught so much had to be thrown away, and my grandfather said that it was poisonous and could not be eaten, and I didn't know what poison it was.

The rabbit set under the first day should be seen again on the second or third day, which is called a slip set. Ten sets at a time, at least three or five rabbits can be caught, fat, gray fur, and you can see them lying there from a distance, all of them have been strangled and frozen hard. Sometimes the rabbit trap can be caught in the bird, and I don't know how they got in, and the trap is much larger than their body, so it can only be regarded as a wronged bird.

As for buttoning a plaque basket in the yard, using a long rope to cut off a wooden stick to support the gap in the road, sprinkling some grain under the plaque basket, and waiting for the arrival of the birds, this is purely a child's trick, and adults will not catch birds like this. All the sparrows caught in this way are not meat, but the sparrows in this era are called bird plagues, and there are many of them, and in winter they just buckle a plaque basket and sprinkle a few handfuls of grain, and they catch fifty or sixty of them in a day and are laughed at by other children, and the highest record in the village is that more than 3,000 are detained in winter.

My brother was born with the talent of a hunter, and in his last life, he was able to lay a rabbit like his grandfather at the age of six or seven, and when he grew up, he also loved to catch birds and fish. It's just that I've been living in the city since I grew up, and I basically don't have a chance to use the kung fu of the bird and the rabbit. This life is still like this, after following my grandfather a few times, my brother was able to use a ponytail as a sleeve, led Zhang Xingming to run on the side of the mountain a few times, and really caught a few rabbits, and took the rabbit cow to twist his small waist and return home, showing off inside and outside the house, so that grandpa had a good compliment.

Zhang Xingming was depressed, he didn't learn in his previous life, but in this life, he worked very hard and carefully to learn, but he still won't, not to mention the mysterious rabbit trail (looking for the road that the rabbit has walked, the rabbit is a strange animal, it only walks the road it has walked, unless it is frightened), even if he has not succeeded in tying the ponytail into a set, as if in the face of the ponytail, his hand has degenerated into a bear's paw.

Forget it, let's just eat.

In the countryside, you get up at dawn and return home at sunset, and there is no specific time arrangement, just follow the sun.

In the early morning of winter, the kang is already cold, and the quilt is still warm, but the air in the house has cooled, and the white fog can be seen when panting. When Zhang Xingming and his brother were still in the bed, their grandfather had already gotten up and was busy.

Re-heat the stove and let the kang heat up, and then start making breakfast. At this time, the countryside still had two meals a day. Bud rice noodles are glutinous, put some soup, mix some pickles, it's simple. When the little brothers got up and washed their faces, and after breakfast, grandpa went out, and grandma went to the Westinghouse to get a big aluminum basin and came out, and first soaked a pot of bud rice on the stove. This is to make sour soup noodles, to soak the bud rice, that is, fermentation, warm on the stove, and send fast.

Soak for five or six days, you can smell a faint sour smell, change the water, and you can grind.

When I borrowed a donkey from the team, there was a stone mill in my own stove house, washed it, put the donkey on, put on a blindfold, and shouted "drive", and the donkey walked around the mill, pulling the stone mill to rotate, and my grandmother took a small scoop and walked behind the donkey, adding good ground buds to the grinding eye as she walked. After a while, the white thick bud rice juice flowed out along the outlet of the stone mill, and a sour taste spread.

After grinding for most of the day, a pot of soaked bud rice was finished. Grandpa went to the team to deliver donkeys, and grandma processed them at home. Stir the ground bud rice juice and precipitate it, scoop out the part of the coarse residue with skin floating on the upper layer, leave the fine part of the bottom layer, put it into a bag and press the stone to drain the water, wait for the water to go almost, take out the wet bud rice flour inside, add a little white flour, knead it into a palm-sized dough, boil water in the pot, put the kneaded dough one by one into it, scald it to the surface of one centimeter and take it out, cool it and continue to knead, the dough is not as loose as at the beginning, the surface is also shiny, and the dough is stacked one by one, which is the sour soup noodles。 Set it aside and take a lump out to use when you eat.

The winter in the Northeast is a natural refrigerator, and what is placed there will naturally be frozen, and the preservation effect is excellent.

When eating sour soup, first take out the soup noodles to thaw, knead well, boil a pot of boiling water, wait for the water to boil, hold the soup noodles in your hands, wear a special aluminum holster on your big fingers, like a small funnel, the small mouth has the thickness of chopsticks, hold the dough with both hands, squeeze the noodles out of the funnel, squeeze them into boiling water, cook for a few minutes and cook, the sour taste is diffused in the air, the delicious sour soup is ready, golden noodles, light yellow soup, sour, glutinous and smooth.

At that time, there were no refrigerators, and sour soup was only available in winter, but now that the conditions are good, you can eat it at any time. However, the living conditions are better, and there are fewer and fewer people who can make it, not to mention sour soup, and even sauerkraut is now stained.