This night, Zhu Zi and Zhou Shujie talked a lot of confidant words, and slept late.

The first morning, naturally, I woke up a little later than usual.

After breakfast, it's been another busy day.

Brother Tuesday, Brother Zhou, drove the ox cart early in the morning, waited for the pillar at the gate, and went to the mountain to help him pull back firewood.

In the yard of the house, on the side of the firewood pile, there was also a pile of firewood that had been pulled back yesterday afternoon.

These firewood are all dead branches on the mountain, all of them are dry, as long as you break it, when the time comes to burn the stove, it will be very easy to heat, and it can be heated for a longer time.

Zhou Shujie and her mother-in-law were still sitting on the kang with their shoes and looking at the children.

Waiting for the pillars, they pulled back a cart.

She would give them some cool boiled water to drink to quench their thirst.

Don't look at it now, it's still quite hot.

On such a hot day, the three of them have been busy again.

The sweat dripped down his cheeks, and even the clothes he was wearing were soaked with sweat, and when he was exposed to the sun, he turned into white salt and hung on his clothes.

Zhou Shujie saw that it was such a hot day, and when he thought about making hot things at noon, they would definitely not be able to eat it, so he put some effort into making a hand-rolled noodle meal.

The first requirement for hand-rolled dough is to make the dough hard.

At this time, people can eat again, and you have to make him eat hard, and one person can eat two catties of noodles.

If these two catties of noodles are to be packed in two large bowls, they must be full of four or two large bowls.

A large bowl of dry noodles can make about two bowls of noodles.

According to this amount, Zhou Shujie scooped a total of nine bowls of flour.

Those who have never made noodles, or have not kneaded so many noodles, may not know.

If you're making dough, it's okay to knead it softly.

The noodles must be hard and hard, and this is not a light job.

Just these nine bowls of noodles and two large pieces of medicine, Zhou Shujie kneaded the noodles for almost an hour, and then kneaded the noodles and woke up for half an hour before starting to start the noodles.

If you want to rush noodles, the first thing you need is a rolling pin.

There are a lot of things sold in our market now, but the ones that were used in the past were basically made by individuals.

This rolling pin can have a distinct stroke in Zhou Shujie's memory, when I was a child, I often saw the eldest uncle, holding a rolling pin and chasing behind the eldest brother and the second brother. He shouted vigorously, "Little rabbit, you stop me." "Wielding a rolling pin in his hand, he often deliberately misses them when he is about to hit them, hitting the ground next to him.

Brother Zhou, who was being chased, didn't know, he thought that his mother was really going to beat them, so he was so frightened that he screamed and ran away.

Zhou Shujie, who was watching from the sidelines, was also a bystander.

To roll the noodles, first place the soft dough on the board.

Roll him out little by little, then sprinkle dry noodles and roll them around the rolling pin.

Press the middle with your hand and exert force, and in the process of exerting force, you also need to slide both hands smoothly to both sides.

Wait until your hands are pressed to the very edge of the rolling pin, and this time you are done, spread out the dough, sprinkle the dry dough from the top up, and roll it on the rolling pin at a different angle.

After doing this a few times, when you feel the thickness of the dough sheet evenly meets your requirements, you can sprinkle more dry noodles on top, fold them into long strips about 10 centimeters wide, and put them aside for a while to cut them.

Remember, be sure to sprinkle plenty of dry noodles, otherwise the cut noodles will stick together.

When the noodles were cooked, Zhou Shujie was really tired and sweaty.

Pass the boiled noodles through the cold water, add cold water and put them in a basin and pull them out.

Brush the pot, pour a little oil, wait for the oil to boil, pour the beaten egg liquid into Guoli, stir and fry it into small pieces with chopsticks, pour the sauce under your own home, boil, put some green pepper before coming out of the pot, stir it and pour it into a small basin, and the slightly spicy egg is ready.

Zhou Shujie had just finished here, and there was also the sound of the pillars talking outside, and when he looked up from the horse window, he saw them driving the ox cart into the courtyard.

Zhou Shujie added a few scoops of water to the clean pot with his hands and feet, put down his rolled up sleeves, and went out of the house to help unload the car.

The bullock cart was loaded with a cart full of firewood.

The thicker trunk parts are packed underneath. Thinner branches were placed on top.

The ox pulling the cart stood there panting, and the hair on its body was all wisps of hair.

Seeing this, Zhou Shujie asked. "Are you pretending to be too much, look at the cow's head is tired and sweating, can it pull?"

Brother Tuesday replied with a grin. "It's fine. He couldn't pull it, didn't he still have us, and when we went uphill, we actually helped him push the cart in the back. ”

The more people work, the faster it is, and it doesn't take long for all the firewood on the cart to be unloaded and put on a large pile.

At the end of the day the cart was unloaded, and the oxen were tied to a cool place, where they could eat some grass, drink some water, and rest, and then resume their work in the afternoon.

Seeing that they were all done, Zhou Shujie also hurriedly beckoned his brother and them into the house to eat.

When they entered the house, they scooped water and let them wash their hands and faces.

Zhou Shujie brought all the prepared meals into the house and put them on the table.

Brother Tuesday and they washed their faces and went into the house to see that what they were going to eat today was noodles.

Brother Tuesday laughed and said. "This is good, I love this." ”

When Zhou Shujie's mother-in-law heard this, she also said with a smile. "If you like to eat, eat more, so much, you will definitely be full." ”

After speaking, he handed Zhou Shujie's bowl of noodles to Brother Tuesday first, and smiled as he snorted and filled it into his mouth.

After a long day of hard work, these three big men are really hungry.

The first bowl of noodles was in the blink of an eye, and I probably didn't taste anything at all.

It wasn't until the third bowl that I slowed down and went to taste what the noodles tasted like.

This meal was the fullest they had ever eaten.

At the end of the meal, I was full, and there was still a bowl of noodles left in the basin, and this thing would not taste good for the next meal.

Zhou Shujie picked some of this bowl for each of the three men and asked them to eat it all.

gave the pillar food to the three of them, and they didn't dare to sit on the kang after eating. walked around the ground twice and eliminated food.

I didn't take a nap, so I drove the well-fed oxen to pull the cart to pull firewood.

There are still three cars left on the mountain, go early, and almost all of them can be loaded back today.

Those who went up the mountain were sent away.

Zhou Shujie returned to the house and took out a basin and a large piece of noodles, this is not to rush noodles, but to make noodles and steamed buns at night.

After mixing the noodles, place them on a warm pot and cover them with a sorghum lid.

For these two meals, I ate their small half bag of flour.

Now there are eggplant beans in this garden, and every family can't eat them, this thing is particularly oil-intensive, if you use less oil, it won't taste good.

Zhou Shujie is a person who is willing to use oil.

She took advantage of the child's nap, carried a basket in the back garden, picked half a basket of beans, and picked a few eggplants, planning to cook this dish at night. Beans stewed eggplant.

They went up the mountain so early at noon, and when the three trips were finished, the car was unloaded.

It was dark and I couldn't see it, and I ate dinner with candles.

After eating enough, Brother Zhou and Brother Tuesday drove the ox cart and went home in the dark.

After Zhou Shujie cleaned up, he led the two children to sleep in their new house.

Tonight this house will be left to my mother-in-law and husband.

Zhou Shujie led the child to the West House, spread the quilt, coaxed the child to sleep, and lay down thinking nonsense, so let's not mention it.

Just talk about the pillar.

Zhuzi, seeing that his daughter-in-law was so sensible, left room for the two of them, so he bent the corners of his mouth.

The pillar scooped clean hot water from the pot in the outhouse, put it in the footbath, and mixed it to a slightly hot temperature.

He entered the house, sat on a small bench, and washed his mother's feet with his own hands.

The old lady sat on the edge of the kang and looked at her son sitting on the ground with his face up in the dim light.

Her eyes couldn't help but pantothenic acid, and she knew that her son was leaving tomorrow.

I can't tell when I can come back.

Although her daughter-in-law has been trying to make her laugh in the past two days, she is also very cooperative and laughing.

But the sourness in her heart has not been shown until now.

Now, when she saw that her son was going to wash her feet, the old lady sat there without moving, smiling, watching her son take off her shoes and socks, and slowly put the somewhat disabled feet into the warm basin of water with her hands.

She has only two people who have washed her feet in her life.

One was her daughter-in-law, when she was confused.

Now, with the addition of a son.

In the Qing Dynasty, it was popular to tie small feet, and she also tied them when she was young.

But before she could tie her feet.

It was fashionable to emancipate women again, and her feet were dismantled again.

So, she said that her feet were small feet, and they weren't that small.

It's said that it's Tianzu, and there are also places that are tied up and deformed.

Pillar, with his head down, washed the old lady's feet seriously.

His big rough hands chatted softly and gently rubbed the water.

He said with his mouth open. "Mother, I'm leaving tomorrow and going back to the army, and when I have time, I'm asking for leave to come back to see you." I will leave the family with you and Shujie, you two should be good, there are 30,000 yuan in the passbook, and Shujie also has a few thousand yuan left over from building a house. Don't be reluctant, don't treat yourself badly, wait for me at home. It's all good. ”

The old lady listened to her son's words, and the tears in her eyes finally fell.

She knew that her son was a man who was willing to talk a lot.

Today, I am willing to talk to her about these words in detail, which shows that he is really at ease with this family.

Trembling raised his wrinkled hand slightly, put it on his son's head, and touched it lightly twice.

The old lady swallowed the crying sound from her mouth, and let her voice still speak as usual. "I know, Shujie and I will be fine, waiting for you to come back at home." ”

The pillar heard his mother's reply, and he just nodded, but didn't say anything.

Pick up a clean footcloth and dry his mother's washed feet carefully.

Then he picked up the foot-washing water on the side and poured it out.

After he gave himself some simple washing of his feet, he got on the kang.

The quilt laid for the old lady, neither of them lay down, lit candles, and sat there. Look at each other.

In such a scene, the pillar really didn't know what to say, so he was silent.

The old lady didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to take a closer look at her son and imprint his appearance in her mind, she didn't know if her son was gone, and whether she would have a chance to wait for him to come back.

Because she didn't know how long she could live, she couldn't say that she would stretch her legs that day. (meaning of death)

It wasn't until her eyes lit up that she blinked and said anew. "Son, we still have a box here, which is what your grandfather and your father left behind. I don't know if it's still useful, I'll find out, you can take a look. ”

The old lady turned around and worked on the innermost part of the quilt for a long time before taking out a small red lacquered box from the dark compartment inside.

He put it in front of the pillar and asked him to take a look.

The pillar picked up the box and flipped it over to the left and right.

Looking at this box, it is quite new, and the red paint on it has not fallen off at all. The carved flowers and plants are also lifelike.

The pillar took the candle to it, and opened the box, only to see that it was a red cloth wrapped in something.

When the red cloth was uncovered layer by layer, there were several pieces of gold and silver jewelry on it, and under the jewelry were neatly stacked papers.

He took out the papers, turned them on one by one in front of the lamp and looked at them for a long time, and the pillar guessed that this should be some of his family's house deeds, and many of the words on them were real words. In the past few years of learning on the pillar, he didn't recognize this word, and he could only guess that this should be some title deed, house deed, although he didn't recognize it, his mother confirmed it.

The old lady put them all on the kang and told the pillar what they were.

The first place is the house where their family used to be in the city of Ha.

This house is the single-family villa of their family in Harbin City, and the area is quite large.

The rest are the deeds of some shops on the next street.

Back then, when Grandpa and the others decided to go back to their hometown to avoid trouble, they rented out all these shops.

I rented a ten-year lease for a long time, and the house was directly locked and sealed.

At that time, the old man was still thinking that in ten years, he might go back to do business again.

No one expected that the chaos of the country would be more than a decade.

So after that, these things can also be regarded as just some blank paper, but there are some words written on it.

Look at this pile of stuff, the old lady said. "These are the things that your grandfather and your father have passed down through their lifetimes. It is also what can be left to you in addition to gold and silver treasures. I hope that with them as the foundation, our family can have a comeback. Now that you're a soldier, these things may not be of use to you. How to deal with them, you can see for yourself. ”

The pillar stared at these things for a moment, then muttered for a while. "Destroy it." ”

Although the pillar is just three simple words.

The old lady understood what his son was trying to say.

He meant to burn all of them.

I don't want to put any burden on the country.

Those things that have been assigned a long time ago, and then look for them anew because of these things. That's just a hassle.

The night was very long, and the two of them lay in the bed and talked for a long time.

Many of them were old ladies talking, and the pillars were answering from time to time.

And all the old lady could tell was something she had done when she was young, and something she could remember by her memory about his father.

As she spoke, sleepiness hit her, and the old lady still muttered. "Your father, that's a good man,......" and was silent.

After a while, her little snoring sounded.

The pillar, by the moonlight outside the window, which is not very bright, looked at the sleeping old lady.

In his childhood memories, his mother was a very gentle, very clean and neat person, and always had a smile on her face.

Now her old appearance has re-entered his mind.

Now there was a woman with a gentle smile in his head.

There is also an old lady with a warm smile despite her old face.

In the middle of this, he seems to have lost a lot of memories about his mother, has he forgotten it?