In the evening, the grandmother of the Zhao family made cornmeal and a small amount of white flour mixed into flatbread, and several of their children each had a dead wheat cake, which could be used to wrap vegetables and eat. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info her grandmother fried a stir-fried shredded potatoes and a stir-fried leek, and burned rice noodle soup. The rice noodle soup here is a little bit of rice, and the rice is turned into a bowl of thick cornmeal and poured down. After opening it again, it is rice soup noodles, although it is not very full, but it is still very delicious, and she has been here for two years, and it has been getting better and better year by year.

Xiaoliu tore her cake into several portions, this cake is not small, maybe her eldest sister is not enough to eat, but she is a person who can't eat it, she has a small appetite, and she also eats a lot of wild fruits in the afternoon, and she doesn't have the physical strength to go out to play. The man wasn't hungry yet.

She gave half of the wheat cake to her grandfather and grandmother, half of her Xiaoqi wheat cake was for her father, and Xiao Ba ate a cake with Xiao Wuguan. Her sisters were going to tear it up when they saw it, but the adults of her family were very stern and told them about it. Because Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi can also eat one, but both of them like to take one and share it with the adults in the family. I didn't listen to them no matter how many times I spoke, so I just let them go.

Although the children can't eat much, but the children are hungry fast, often they give adults and adults are left to eat, she and Xiaoqi stared at them to eat, Xiaoliu still remembers that when she first came through, the family was thin and yellow, and this thin and yellow is not that the nutrition can't keep up. For them, filling their stomachs is the most important thing. What else is not nutritious.

She has never seen a fat man in their Zhaojia Village until now, nor has she seen such a strong person, most of them are bent at the age of sixty or seventy, it is because they work all the time, if it were not for her family's cattle to farm, then it is her family who pulls the plow.

There are still many families in the village who don't have cows, and the first time Xiaoliu saw someone pulling a plow and walking forward, she was stunned. She's seen people pulling carts, she's never seen people pulling plows. The sweat from everyone's clothes was as if they had just been fished out of the water, and they didn't dry until they were done. Because most of the clothes are dark in color, the sweaty clothes are hung on the clothes with layers of salt and alkali like hoarfrost after drying.

Xiaoliu knows that being a farmer is hard and will be very tiring. But she really didn't know how the ancient peasants were so miserable, and for the first time, she really understood the two poems of compassion for the peasants, that is, working every day, trying to find a way to open up the wasteland every day, there were still many people starving to death, thinking about the era in which she lived in the past, most people were sick and died. She really didn't know what it was like for this man to starve to death. She had heard her grandfather say that the years of the Great Famine in the years of '58 and '60 were probably not experienced, and she would only think that people were too miserable at that time.

Xiaoliu often wonders if if her ancestors didn't wear it first, if she was the first, would her life not be like this, and it was likely that there were poor people starving to death everywhere, would she be one of them. Maybe she starved to death as soon as she walked through, or else she starved to death in front of her one by one as she watched her pass through.

Xiaoliu shook his head and hypnotized himself, but fortunately, there are potatoes and corn in this country. There won't really be starvation.

Xiao Liu got up early the next day, why did Xiao Liu, the god of sleep, get up early, it's not that she wants to go to the market, and it's not that she has slept enough. Because she woke up alive, since the summer, Xiao Liu woke up every morning, because there are many trees in the village, her house is still a grass house, and the family thinks it is very cool, only Xiao Liu wakes up in the heat.

This problem in her previous life, she found that she was delicate since she went to work, and she couldn't eat or sleep without turning on the air conditioner. At that time, there was no air conditioning in her room, she went to the company dormitory to live in the company as her home, and the aunt who cooked during the meal turned on the air conditioner early, and went back to the dormitory to sleep for a while, and the small life was not too good.

Well, now she seems to have returned to the countryside when she was a child, but she was not afraid of the heat at that time, and now she is afraid of the heat. This problem needs to be changed, and she found that there are really a lot of problems that she needs to change.

She doesn't want to do farm work at home, at most she feeds the chickens and sweeps the floor, which is a piece of cake for her, a person who is used to housework. Her grandmother and her mother didn't let her hold a knife before, but now that she is fine, she is smooth and neat, and praises her talent for cooking. Can she say she's been doing it for more than twenty years? That's practice, not talent.

Now her grandmother wants to make her second sister's cooking skills, and she can't tell her grandmother, I really don't like to cook, I've done enough. I don't have a talent for cooking, grandma, don't worry about me. Even if she kills Xiaoliu, she won't say it! It's like what her grandmother said, you have to learn everything. Yiduo is not pressing. Anyway, what is good for herself, what reason does she have to let herself go on.

This year, Xiaoliu has learned too many things, just like a dry sponge desperately absorbing water. She doesn't care if she likes it or not, only what she thinks is right for her, she will learn it.

Today is Xiaoliu's first time cooking, it doesn't matter if the person is not enough to have a high pot, add a small bench under his feet. The villain is not very old, but he does things in a good way, and her eldest sister and second sister finally cooked with her.

Xiaoliu smiled: "Eldest sister and second sister, I feel that I am a chef." “

Her second sister took over: "You only cooked once, you are the chef?" Do you feel too good about yourself? “

She looked at her eldest sister again: "Eldest sister, what are you going to eat?" "She looks like her eldest sister.

"Xiaoliu is still good, the first time we cooked, that meal was still half a life."

Xiaoliu immediately said, "It's not my eldest sister and second sister to do the battle, I can still behave better." ”、

"Then I'll teach you how to cook."

"Second sister can't do it! I love to eat your food the most, if it weren't for you, I could only eat so little, and you were willing to make your dear sixth sister hungry. ”

"Little lazy worm, I don't want to cook and find such a reason. But I still like my cooking skills very much."

The family came back with laughter and laughter, and Xiaoliu was busy getting a basin to fetch water.