The lard is cut into small pieces, add some water to it, add a little salt, cover the pot, and let the oil boil slowly in the pot. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A boiling word, you know that this oil is slow work and careful work, and it must be boiled in the pot for at least an hour.

The family began to eat at this time, and the dishes at noon were very rich, stir-fried meat with chili, fried beans with chili, and stir-fried vegetables with chili. The Dong family is not spicy or happy, and sometimes they can't even wait to add chili peppers to the soup.

Dong Banshan feasted on the side, and said happily, "Okay, it's spicy, and I can eat two more bowls of rice." ”

Liu glanced at her, "Of course the dishes with meat are delicious, everyone knows it, I want you to say it." ”

saw the spicy sound in the mouth of his youngest son Dong Pingkang, and a little hand kept fanning his mouth, but the speed of eating in his mouth did not stop.

Liu's face turned into a flower with a smile, but his mouth muttered: "Eat slowly, drink some water is not so spicy." Then he poured a bowl of water in front of his younger son.

Along with the sound of everyone eating, from time to time you can hear the sound of popping from the pot, which is the sound of lard and water when they are heated together.

After eating, Dong Ping'an listened to his sister's words and went to cut bamboo and came back.

Dong Ruyi tied the rabbit fur together neatly to form a pen head, and then compared the size of the bamboo pole until it was just enough to be stuffed into it.

I took it in my hand and wrote it in the void, and it looks pretty good. Dong Ruyi remembered that when she was a child in her previous life, her father cut that kind of small bamboo, put the bead core into the bamboo pole, used it to make a pen, and then taught her to write one stroke at a time.

Her nose is sore, and now I don't know if they are doing well? How's your life going? I don't know how heartbroken it is to hear her news, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, such a pain, my mother estimates that her eyes are swollen from crying, and her tears are dry. Thinking of this, my heart ached and ached, and as soon as my eyes turned red, tears flowed down.

She clutched her chest, wanting to tell them that she was alive and that she wanted to see them, but how was she going back?

Even if she is abroad, even if she is across the ocean, across thousands of mountains and rivers, no matter how far away she can take a plane back, but how can she go back now?

"Ruyi, are you done?" Dong Ping'an strode over, and the smile on his face overflowed uncontrollably, interrupting her thoughts. Hurriedly turned his back and wiped away his tears.

After Dong Ping'an saw the pen with a similar shape to the bookstore, he didn't notice his sister's abnormality at this time, and asked excitedly, "Ruyi, is this okay?" ”

Dong Ruyi turned his back and forced back his tears, before turning around and trying to reply calmly: "It's not okay, go find some lime, and soak it in it for two more days, the hair will be soft, so that you can write." ”

Knowing that soaking lime water can make the brush more supple, it was also her father who told her that if she hadn't soaked it in lime water, the brush would not meet the water fork.

Dong Ping'an couldn't help but be overjoyed, and ran to find it and soak it back. Dong Pingkang was also very happy to see two pens soaked in the lime. I lifted the pen curiously and looked at it, put it in again, and lifted it up again.

Squatting, looking up and opening a pair of round eyes, "Why have you soaked for so long and there is no response?" ”

Dong Ruyi put the pen back in the lime water, and couldn't help but nod his forehead with amusement, "What are you anxious about?" Just leave it for a day. ”

After making a good pen, Dong Ruyi asked Dong Ping'an to find two more pine planks and pine oil to come back. Dong Ping'an didn't say much, he hurried away, his sister's words made sense.

When he smelled the smell of oil coming from the pot, Dong Ruyi trotted to the kitchen to uncover the pot, and the fragrance became even stronger.

The large pieces of lard with white flowers shrank into small golden pieces and floated on top of the oil.

Dong Ruyi took the oil urn and the big bowl, and the oil would solidify and turn milky white overnight.

Dong Pingkang smelled the fragrance, circled around the stove, looked at it with his eyes, Dong Ruyi stuffed a piece of oil residue into his mouth, and immediately bit it in small bites, smiling with crooked eyebrows. "Sister, it would be nice if we could eat such delicious food every day."

Dong Ruyi also put a piece in his mouth, it was fried crispy, and it was crunchy in his mouth, and the food always made people feel happy and satisfied. "Don't worry, my sister will definitely find a way to make our family afford to eat every day in the future."

Dong Ping'an came back with the materials, and painted the paint at the gate, Dong Ruyi put the oil residue, and went over to help, pointing out how to apply evenly.

Both planks are coated with a layer of pine oil and left to dry in the sun. Dong Ruyi moved his wrist, very proud. As a technical talent, it is not good to sell on the street, and there is still nothing to say about the hands-on ability.

When you think about your previous designs, the things you have made are nothing short of this. Now the rice and everything at home have been collected, and there is no need to chop firewood, and the vegetable garden behind the house can be cleaned up for a while.

Maybe you can do it and improve the situation at home.

In the evening, Liu wanted to calculate today's income, counted the copper coins in his hand, and repeated them. Liangfen earned more than 300 yuan, the lotus leaf was sold for a tael of silver, and the old man was saved for five taels.

Liu touched the purse and praised it, this purse is so well embroidered. He bit down on the silver again, and closed his mouth happily, and several other people were all passing it in their hands.

Dong Ping'an touched the silver and calculated carefully: "Then we will earn more than six taels of silver today, plus four taels a few days ago, then we will earn ten taels." The more I talked about the back, the more excited my voice became.

Liu's eyes widened suddenly, and his voice suddenly raised: "You're not mistaken, there are ten taels." ”

There was still a tremor of excitement in his voice, when the family was not divided before, the income of the two people in the two rooms was only twenty taels a year, and now in less than a month, he earned ten taels.

Dong Banshan was also speechless in shock, feeling incredible, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

"Daddy, there are both earnings and flowers, and it cost more than 800 yuan to buy books today. Then my brother and I also spent two taels on the bundle of school, which cost three taels. So we still have to work hard. ”

Dong Ping'an grabbed his hair, his face flushed and said embarrassedly. Originally, he didn't study, so the family could have more money.

Dong Ruyi patted his brother's shoulder and comforted: "It's okay, the money earned is used to spend, and the money spent today will be more valuable in the future." ”

She has to persuade her brother well in the future, it is not okay to be obsessed with small money, and she can't lose confidence because of this.

Think about the confidence and ease that my brother sang when he picked lotus?