This is an anti-theft chapter.,Please don't subscribe before 6 o'clock in the morning.,Please order after 6 o'clock in the morning.。

To support the author, please pay at the www.biquge.info of Biquge

The author has no choice, so he will make this decision, please forgive me. If people who work hard and dedicate themselves to writing books do not receive subscription support, it is estimated that it will be difficult to write books well in the long run. Every book is the author's heart, and most of them want to have a beginning and an end as much as possible to make it end perfectly.

But if the author bursts his liver, the words he writes have nothing to gain.

The fate of the book can be imagined.

Therefore, if you really like this book, please support the genuine version, please give this book a way to live, and give the author a reason to write it down.

According to the length of the soil shoveled out by the brothers today, the wheat bran that needs to be fried needs to weigh at least ten catties, and oil, salt, and wine are used.

Just a dozen catties of wheat bran can feed a pig for a few days.

Oil, salt, and wine must also be bought with money.

If my mother knew, it would be strange if she didn't feel distressed to death.

Dad will also reprimand them for not being at home and not knowing that firewood and rice are expensive.

Thinking about listening to their noisy scenes, Xiao Fei felt a little tired in his heart. At this time, the rural people in the hinterland of China. The thinking is still too conservative, and no one is adventurous, and they don't believe in things that are still invisible. Only by doing it and letting them see the facts, can that convince them.

In the future generations, there is no picture and no truth, and you have no picture to say a **.

Xiao Fei was too lazy to waste his tongue.

"That's it! I listen to you. Xiao Yang agreed with a bitter face.

He wondered, can this be hidden? I'm afraid it's hard to hide, especially if you waste so much wheat bran and materials, if you don't see the effect, it is estimated that you may be beaten by your father.

But since he promised his brother, he would try it with him.

Then don't think about anything.

You can only do it to the end.

After a short break, the brothers began to fry the bran. Xiao Yang burned the fire, and Xiao Fei shoveled. When the big iron pot is hot, add the oil first. Xiao Fei's oil is cottonseed oil, which is contained in a small plastic oil drum of 20 catties.

At this time, in Xili Village, which is a cotton-producing area, every family eats oil pressed from cottonseeds, and cottonseed cakes are used to feed pigs.

But after 96 years, cottonseed oil disappeared with the disappearance of cotton on the Great Plains, and was replaced by peanut oil and soybean oil.

Xiao Fei poured half a catty of oil into the pot at once.

Xiao Yang saw it and immediately shouted: "This is a bit too much, right?" It's enough to stir-fry seven or eight times. ”

Xiao Fei was helpless.

The farmer's sense of thrift has penetrated into his brother's bone marrow.

He hasn't understood the simple truth that only when you give is you get, but he only knows how to throttle and don't understand open source.

He then said calmly: "The oil is too little, it is not flavorful enough, and the temptation for them is not enough, and the turtles do not like to eat it." ”

Xiao Yang scratched his head: "Okay, this is really a loser, I hope it is really like you said, I can pick up a hundred and ten catties of turtles tonight, otherwise, my parents can drown us with saliva." ”

When the oil was hot, Xiao Fei poured the wheat bran into the pot.

Immediately poured a small half of the wheat bran in the bag, and Xiao Yang frowned again.

The wheat bran was poured into the pot, Xiao Fei waved the spatula and began to stir it, and the fragrant fragrance spread in all directions. Stir-fried until the wheat bran turned yellow, Xiao Fei poured some salt, and sprinkled the small half bottle of liquor found at home evenly on top of the wheat bran.

Stir for a while, and the fragrance will be even stronger.

This strange aroma attracted several children from the village to run closer, and looked curiously at the fence of the Xiao family, so hungry that their saliva flowed.

"Uncle Yang, what are you doing deliciously?" A child asked.

"Xiao Yang, let's have a taste, okay?" Another child made a request.

The life of the farmer is always hard, and there are not many opportunities to improve the life on weekdays, and the children at this time are also very greedy, and their noses are very sensitive, and they will flock to them when they smell the fragrance wafting out.

Xiao Yang glanced at the children, and waved his arms like chickens: "A bunch of little gluttonous cats!" You can't eat what's in the pot, don't look at it, go, go, go! Where is it cool! ”

"Stingy! Big lazy bug! On such a good day, I don't work in the field, I secretly cook food at home, hum! See if I don't sue your dad, let him spank you! The children grimaced and scattered.

"It's really fragrant!"

Xiao Yang twitched his nose and sniffed the smell of fried wheat bran.

"That is, if the taste is not enough, how can the turtle be baited?" Xiao Fei smiled smugly.

"I want to taste whether it's delicious or not, no wonder those little bastards came to our house when they smelled it." Xiao Yang smacked his lips, looking like he couldn't help but be seduced.

After frying the wheat bran, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

Both brothers were sweating profusely.

They put the fried wheat bran in a cloth bag, brushed the pot out, and made a pot of soup noodles. The pure hand-rolled noodles were rolled out by Xiao Yang, with some green vegetables in the soup noodles and a little sesame oil, not to mention how fragrant.

The two of them snorted and ate two large bowls each.

The remaining noodles were covered in the pot and left for parents and Xiao Yan to eat.

Today's dinner is a little early, the peasant family in the summer, usually do not eat dinner before it is dark, are greedy for the cool weather, work hard in the field, until the eyes of the Tianmazi are dark, then drag the tired body home.

"By the time my parents come home for dinner, this pot of noodles will probably be in a ball." Xiao Yang said.

Xiao Fei shrugged, this is also something that can't be helped.

The brothers took two buckets of water at home and brought three hemp bags, the kind of sacks that can hold more than 200 catties of wheat.

"Do you need to bring so much belongings?" Xiao Yang thought it was incredible.

"Take it with you, be prepared." Xiao Fei said.

From spring to summer, no one has dug up the turtles on the soil hill in Xili Village, and they have been recuperating for up to a year.

Since in the previous life, someone could still pick up more than 100 kilograms of turtles in one night on the dirt hill that was turned over and over again, at this moment, this soil hill has not been ravaged much, Xiao Fei thought that he should be able to have a greater harvest.

"Huh! The momentum we have made is too big, and if we don't gain anything, we will probably be ridiculed by the villagers. Xiao Yang pulled the flat car at home and said with little confidence as he walked.

Along the way, I met many villagers.

The strange appearance of the two brothers pulling the flat car didn't attract much attention from them.

The pressure of working in the cotton fields is so great that no one pays attention to other people's affairs.

By the time they got to the mound they had shoveled, it was already six o'clock, the sun was approaching the horizon, and the western sky was burning with red glow.

Time was tight, and the brothers began to hurriedly bait with the fried wheat bran.

By the time all the bait had been dropped, it was already dusk. (To be continued.) )