Chapter 140: Japanese Rumors

No matter how many questions Mao Yue had in her heart, she didn't understand Japanese, so she couldn't understand the whispers of the two people, nor could she have a smooth conversation with the two people, so she had to keep these questions in her heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The small Shiniu Mountain, the two of them finished walking in a while, and went down the mountain on a sheep intestine path behind the mountain. This sheep intestine path is the path that Mao Yue and Yanzi often walked when they were children, and both of them can still be familiar.

After descending from this side of the mountain, it is the village where Mao Yue and Yanzi have lived since childhood.

When they returned to the village, it was already dusk, and the two went home separately.

When her mother saw Mao Yue walking into the house with Zheng Si in her arms, she nagged for a while, complaining that Mao Yue was holding Zheng Si and walking the sheep intestine path that was about to be deserted, and her winter clothes were covered with mud, which was particularly difficult to wash.

And my father and grandparents were busy in the kitchen at the other end of the yard, preparing for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Mao Yue hugged Zheng Si and hurriedly went into the kitchen, avoiding her mother's verbosity, and as soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw that a large piece of glutinous rice cake had been fried to golden brown, next to it was a plate of steamed cake soup, as well as large pieces of fish with egg whites, starch and various seasonings, as well as steamed chicken that had been prepared, and other side dishes.

Mao Yue suddenly felt that he was hungry, very hungry. How long has it been since you've tasted such authentic home cooking?

The glutinous rice is made by the grandfather himself with the stone mortar and the spoon at home, and the white glutinous rice with full particles is soaked for a day, steamed in the pot, and then put into the stone mortar, and licked it vigorously for a long time, and the rotten spoon is packed into gelatin, and then put it in a large bowl to freeze into a circle.

Wait until the Chinese New Year to cut into thick slices, fry them on both sides with hot oil over low heat, and then sprinkle some sugar or chili noodles, under the crispy skin is a soft and glutinous heart, with the sweetness of the rice itself, it is Mao Yue's favorite, even without seasoning, she can eat a large plate.

And the cake soup, is not the kind of sweet and greasy thing full of cream sold in the city, it is a unique practice that is popular only in Shejiang and Mianzhou, after the lean meat is chopped finely, add the finely chopped tofu, add egg white, and a sufficient amount of starch, a little salt, stir evenly and then steam it into a lump on the pot, and after it is quickly steamed, then the egg yolk is stirred and spread finely on the surface of the whole cake.

Such a cake has a golden skin, a gray and bright inside, and a tender taste, with the fragrance of tofu and eggs, but not bland; It has the flavor of pork without being too greasy.

When you bring it to eat, cut the cake into thick slices, add fungus, yellow flower to boil into soup, the soup is smooth, the taste is delicious, it is a necessary delicacy for the banquet in Shejiang and Mianzhou.

The steamed chicken is Mao Yue's father's specialty, the chicken that has just been raised at home for a short time is cut into thick slices of about 1 inch, plus bean paste, sugar, soy sauce, cooking wine, sugar, pepper, ginger, rice wine, etc. and stir evenly for more than half an hour, and then add rice noodles, pepper powder, sesame oil and mix evenly, cut the sweet potato or potato into pieces and put it at the bottom of the plate, and then put the mixed chicken on the surface.

After steaming for about an hour, the soft aroma of sweet potatoes and the aroma of chicken are mixed together, and it is delicious.

Taking advantage of his father's inattention, Mao Yue quietly took two pieces of glutinous rice cakes from the plate, one into his mouth and the other into Zheng Si's mouth, and only after eating did he start to tell his family about today's experience.

When he heard Mao Yue talk about the rarity of meeting Japanese, his grandfather spoke, saying that when he was young, there were many Japanese here.

They all came secretly, and according to legend, there was an oil field near this village, and the Japanese came to investigate the oil reserves, and they were active for a long time in this generation.

Mao Yue's grandfather was born in 1916, when he was young, it was the time of the Anti-Japanese War, but at that time, the entire Sanchuan was not occupied by the Japanese, Mao Yue felt that his grandfather's words had a lot of water, during the Anti-Japanese War, although the reputation of the Sichuan army resounded throughout China, but Sanchuan, which is located in the southwest, was never occupied by the Japanese army.

On the contrary, the government of the Republic of China at that time, in order to avoid the attack of the Japanese army, fled to Sanchuan Province. Under such circumstances, how could the Japanese go deep into the enemy's hinterland to detect oil production? Even if there really is, mining and transportation are big problems in this remote mountain spring, which requires too much manpower and material resources, and the cost performance is too poor.

But looking at his grandfather's elated appearance when he was young, Mao Yue did not interrupt his conversation, even if grandpa is bragging, as the only granddaughter, he should also be a qualified listener.

However, as she listened, she remembered that one of their classmates from elementary school was also a beautiful woman with her own unique style, their home was by the river at the mouth of the village, and her father was from the oil team and was in charge of the oil.

When Mao Yue was young, there were often people driving big, long container-like cars in the vicinity. At that time, Mao Yue didn't know what they were doing. Now that I think about it, I think it's here to detect oil reserves, right?

Mao Yue's classmate, before graduating from elementary school, had already transferred to her school with her father's job transfer.

Mao Yue had a good relationship with that little beauty when she was a child, and in that remote rural elementary school, that little beauty was the only student who transferred in and left. She carefully recalled her childhood friend, and remembered that she had shown some of her father's professional knowledge in front of herself and Mao Yue.

For example, she once said that the entire province of Sanchuan was, in ancient times, a sea. Due to the magic of time, the hills on the seaside and the seabed gradually rose to form the Sanchuan Basin.

The whole Sanchuan Basin is low, with an altitude of only more than 200 meters, and the water area is all over the place, and the river network is vertical and horizontal, which is a famous land of fish and rice. The entire basin is mainly composed of purple-red sandstone and shale, and contains rich coal, oil, natural gas, etc.

The words that were unclear a few years ago came to Mao Yue's mind, and she remembered that fossils are fossils are the remains, relics or relics of ancient creatures that remain in the rocks, the most common are bones and shells.

Petroleum is generally believed to be formed by organisms in ancient oceans or lakes after a long period of evolution, which belongs to biological sedimentation into oil, and is not renewable.

So, what the little beauty said is true?

Mao Yue was thinking about it, when suddenly her father slapped her on the shoulder and said, "What do you want?" Nothing to do to go out and watch TV, the kitchen is full of fumes! ā€

Mao Yue came back to her senses and nodded, and walked out, ready to check what she had just thought of, but was stopped by her father, handed her a handful of garlic, and asked her to go out and peel it.

Mao Yue's head was full of black lines, and she muttered in her heart, I knew that you weren't so kind to let me play...... (To be continued.) )