I couldn't sleep that night with excitement. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The apprentice is not allowed to send the apprenticeship, but he is short of money, and he only has a dozen yuan, even if he goes to the county seat, he doesn't know what he can buy. After thinking about it, I decided to use the best Yunzhi.

I wanted to wait for my arm to be healed and pinch the pills, but yesterday I saw the master drinking glutinous rice wine so happily, and suddenly thought: Why don't you make some wine yourself?

The brewing materials are also simple, Yunzhi is ready-made, and the rest is wine.

Yesterday, the master pulled the rice wine that Xiang had just drunk, and heard Grandma Zhang say that it was sent to the second uncle in front of the mountain, and the hostess of the house, Xiang Er, was the kind-hearted person who accompanied him home and sought justice for himself when he went down the mountain late. Afterwards, I also mentioned some mountain fruits and mushrooms to thank me, but I didn't know that this company would also make wine.

Hurry up and ask, if you have it, you don't have to run the supply and marketing cooperative.

The wine is bought, Yunzhi is put down, and it can be drunk after seven days of sealing. The master must like it!

That night, Qingling rarely slept late, anyway, if she didn't rush up the mountain the next day, there was no need to get up early.

She is the only one in the house, and when she gets up and when she cooks breakfast. Therefore, he lay down lazily in the middle of the day with a pu fan and got out of bed lazily.

After washing up, I gnawed on a sweet and sour mountain fruit, and my spirit was finally uplifted. Carry the basket and go to the second aunt's house in front of the mountain. I'm afraid I didn't get up if I went early, I'm afraid I'm afraid of going to the ground if I'm late, and it's always convenient to touch it, right?

There is a bag of dried bamboo shoots lying in the back basket, which is a souvenir for the door.

More than half of the residents near the mountain col have the surname Xiang, a small part have the surname Zhang, and the rest are the same as the Qingling family, all of whom are people with foreign surnames who fled and settled here in the early years.

Generally speaking, the ancestors with the same surname are not brothers, but also relatives with relatives, and it stands to reason that the relationship is not bad. It's just that brothers will inevitably quarrel and fight, not to mention some soft-eared people who always like to listen to their daughters-in-law.

So many people surnamed Xiang, in addition to the book and a few words of concern, they brought two catties of rice wine and a pot of loaches to the second uncle, saying that they were washing the dust for Xiang Gang.

The others didn't show their faces, but behind their backs, they exchanged heads and whispered constantly, and even caught the president and asked Xiang Gang if he came back to sell the house?

When I heard the president say no, not only did I not sell it, but I also planned to renovate it, and I would marry a daughter-in-law in the future. Maybe I'm afraid of contagion, Xiang Gang's bad luck.

For these, Xiang Gang has never cared about it. If you really care, you hanged yourself by the neck seven years ago. How can I get it today.

Ke Qingling listened to it and held his grievances: "Those people are simply stupid and ridiculous! The secretary and the president have all said that there are more people who died of hunger and disease in the country during the three-year famine, and our brigade has calculated it." As they say, wouldn't it be worse for those who died?...... What a normal cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death, even I know as a weak woman, what the hell do those people think? They also advertise that they have eaten more salt than the rice I have eaten, but the salt they eat is confusing?......

I couldn't hear anyone crying or laughing.

Xiang Gang also bent his eyebrows, and the depression in his heart dispersed with a soft whisper.

This is also the reason why he tried his best to promote Qingling to worship Lao Dafu Zhang as a teacher: he hoped that this girl who was willing to speak for him would be comfortable and happy in the future. Even if he is no longer in Yanqi Village, there are trustworthy people who will take care of him, so that he will not be bullied by others anymore.

Qingling didn't know about these.

She didn't apprentice to be bullied, with Xiaojin here, who could really bully her.

She studied medicine from her teacher, first, she wanted to make her own life have a progressive goal, so that she would not live a muddy life; second, after worshipping her teacher, the master and the teacher are her closest people, and no matter what she sends them in the future, others will not be able to chew the root of the tongue. In the final analysis, it is more convenient for her to get close to the second elder.

Xiang Gang said last night that he was going up the mountain today, and specially asked her to rest at home, saying that such a toss every day is not conducive to recuperating from her injuries, and if she sees common medicinal herbs and wild vegetables, he will help her pick them back.

Qingling didn't want to admit his affection, but it was not good to always follow him up the mountain, and it should be unclear when she was seen by the villagers; she went into the belly of the mountain alone and was afraid that he would bump into her, so she treated Xiaojin as an ordinary bamboo leaf and beat her with a stick?

Anyway, let's get the rice wine done first.

While thinking about it, he walked away, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at Aunt Xiang's house.

The courtyard door was still closed, but the hall door was already open.

In the yard, two reed-flowered hens cooed and paced with their heads held high.

Just as he was about to knock on the door and shout, he came out with a dustpan to the second aunt to feed the two chickens.

Seeing Qingling, she happily came over to open the door: "Yingfang girl came here so early, but she has something to find her aunt?"

Qingling was a little embarrassed, but she didn't squirm, and said straight to the point: "I really have something to find my aunt, I just want to ask, is there more rice wine brewed by my aunt's family? ”

"Shhhh ”

In the past few years, when people talk about business, they are walking the tail of capitalism, and once they are discovered and reported, they will be criticized.

Aunt Xiang brought Qingling into the stove room, and took out a wine jar from behind a wooden shelf, which could hold about four or five catties of wine.

"Last year, my mother's team distributed a lot of glutinous rice, and my mother saw that I liked to sip wine, so she brought me ten catties, and left two catties for the New Year to make glutinous rice, and the rest was made into wine. But your second uncle has to drink a cup every day, drink a lot, and give some away, I'll scoop it out to see how much is left. ”

As he spoke, he quickly poured the rice wine in the jar into a three-catty wine jug with a funnel to the second aunt, and after it was filled, there was still a little left in the jar.

"Take these three catties. ”

Xiang handed the wine jug to Qingling, and also packed some sake lees for her, saying that it was left over from the original winemaking, and it was used to make soju lees fish, or to make sweet soup with wine-stuffed balls.

"You have to be so careful about mentioning money to your aunt, I haven't given you any money for the mushrooms and mountain fruits you carried last time. ”

"What kind of thing is this? Qingling shook her head.

She gave it to the mountains for nothing, how can it be compared with wine. Wine is home-brewed, but it consumes food.

"I say the same, it's the same. Xiang Second Aunt couldn't help but say, and stuffed wine jugs and wine lees into Qingling's back basket.

Qingling then remembered that there was still a bag of dried bamboo shoots in the back basket, and hurriedly took it out: "Auntie, this is the bamboo shoots I dug from the mountain to dry, and they can be left for a long time." It can be used as a stew, and it tastes good when it absorbs the oil. I don't like to be too greasy when it's hot, and when it's cool and white, it's blistered and torn into thin strips and sprinkled with some salt and sesame oil, and it's also very flavorful. ”