Chapter 98: The Communist Party Saves the Poor

readx; In the morning, when the light rain continued, Xia Wei took out a few spoonfuls of rice wine with a white porcelain soup spoon and put it in the pot, burned it with an induction cooker, washed the sweet potatoes and cut them into small pieces and boiled them in the pot with the rice, and then began to wash. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

The rice wine is made by Xia Wei herself with glutinous rice, which tastes sweet and refreshing, but I haven't eaten the sweet potato hot rice for a long time, I remember that when I was a child, the sweet potato hot rice made by my grandmother was delicious.

Xia Wei took a bowl of sweet potato hot rice, took a bite, and felt comfortable from her mouth to her heart, after eating, her whole body was hot, and it was still the taste of her childhood, but her grandmother was long gone.

I remember when I was in elementary school, in order to save food, my grandmother basically ate sweet potatoes for breakfast and dinner, and ate pickles made by my grandmother.

One night, my grandmother made a sweet potato hot rice, waiting for Xia Wei and her brother to come back for dinner, it was getting dark, Xia Wei led the sheep in one hand, and returned home with a basket of wild vegetables in the other, she tied the sheep into the sheep pen and poured the wild vegetables into the pig trough.

My sister Xiaoyue ran from home and ran behind my brother and sister and said, "Brother, sister, hurry up, I'm starving to death, and my mother-in-law said that I can't eat until you come back." ”

Xia Wei smiled and said, "Xiaoyue, go and help my mother-in-law get chopsticks, my brother and I will come in a while." ”

When Xia Wei and her younger brother came to the table, the hot sweet potato porridge had been served and placed on the table, but there was an extra pot of Dayuan Baba on the table, this Baba was delicious, it was fermented by grandmother with rice wine and flour, poured into the pot and fried over low heat, both sides were yellow, I saw Grandma pick up a piece, tear it into a small piece with her hand and put it into the basin quickly, there are many small holes in the torn place, just like a hornet's nest, fluffy and soft to look at delicious. Grandma said to the table, "Okay, each of you has one piece, and if there is nothing superfluous, let's eat more hot potato rice." ”

Xiao Yue looked at the baba in her hand, and then looked at the other people's, and said playfully, "I still want it." ”

Grandma said, "That's all, no, if you eat more food, you won't be able to eat, so let's eat more potato." ”

Xiao Yue was still clamoring for it, Xia Wei tore off a small piece of the poop in her hand and handed it to her sister and said, "Xiao Yue, here you go." ”

Grandma glared at Xiaoyue and said, "Don't ask for my sister." After speaking, he handed the baba in his hand to Xiao Yue: "Take it." ”

Grandpa heard the voice, and hurriedly fumbled with the poop in his hand and handed it over and said, "Xiaoyue, come, grandpa will give it to you." ”

Grandma said, "You can't take grandpa's." ”

Xiao Yue took the poop handed over by her grandmother and ate it happily.

Every time she thinks of this dinner, Xia Wei thinks of her grandparents and their kindness.

My grandmother was a master of making rice wine. Every winter, my grandmother would cook a few catties of glutinous rice and put wine pills, which were made from an ancestral secret recipe in the countryside, which was made from flour and the fruit of a plant in the field. Whether rice wine is delicious or not depends on the quality of the wine pills of which house, and then the technology of winemaking.

Grandma knows which wine pills make rice wine delicious, and with grandma's skills in making rice wine, the rice wine she makes is one of the best in the village. Every time the Chinese New Year is approaching, my grandmother has become a busy person in the village, this family please make a jar of rice wine, that family please order a table of tofu, in winter, my grandmother is so busy in the village.

Grandma was a hard-working person.

My grandfather was blind in his forties, and then my grandmother was sick, and they were all serious diseases, first the ovarian tumor was surgically removed, and within a few years, it was surgically removed because of the breast tumor, which was a heavy blow to any woman. However, my grandmother was not depressed by this, and she cheered up, because the family was still waiting for her to take care of her, and she had no time or reason to complain.

From then on, my grandmother became stronger. She is also more kind and helpful to people.

In Xia Wei's heart, grandma is the sun in the hearts of her and her younger siblings, where there is grandma, there is warmth, there is the light of love, every time I come home from school, I first call my grandmother and grandfather, once I don't see my grandmother at first sight, I will ask: "Where is grandma?" ”

Perhaps, at that time, parents were too busy to be at home, and in the eyes of the children, only grandparents and grandparents were the most reliable people.

Grandma is a happy person again.

Every time Dad came back from a break from other places, he had to bring some longan and jujube to his grandmother to eat, and Dad said to Xia Wei: "Thanks to your grandmother at home, these supplements are bought for your grandmother and grandfather, you can't eat grandma's things, remember to tell your younger brothers and sisters." ”

Of course, Xia Wei and her younger siblings refused to eat the tonic given by their grandmother, so their grandmother said, "You take it and eat it, I won't tell your parents, and I won't be able to eat it if you don't eat it." ”

The old people in the village said enviously to their grandmother: "Look how happy you are, there are longan and jujube to eat, we haven't even seen longan." ”

At this time, my grandmother always took some out and gave it to the old people to eat.

That year is almost the New Year, the pigs raised at home are also fat and strong, grandpa and mother discussed to kill the pig to sell in the village, than to sell to the supply and marketing cooperatives is more cost-effective, the money from the sale will not be less, the most important thing is that they also earn those pigs to eat. I invited the slaughtering master to come back, the big fat pig was killed, and some meat for the New Year was left, and my mother also left a pair of pig's trotters, which my mother said was reserved for my grandmother to eat.

Grandma put the pig's trotters in a crockpot and put some water, and after dinner, grandma put the pig's trotters in the crockpot and stewed in the stove.

When I got up in the morning, my grandmother took out the crockpot in the stove, and the smell of meat came to my nose, and my grandmother put a small piece of pig's trotters in each bowl, and then poured some soup from the crockpot, and then put the noodles made in the pot into a bowl with pig's trotters, and sprinkled a little shallots on top, which tasted the best in the world. Every time Xia Wei thinks of this, her mouth will have endless aftertastes.

My grandmother was also one of the first batch of Chinese party members after the founding of New China.

Grandma said: "Without **, we would not have the good life we have today, and it was ** that saved us poor." Before the liberation, our family lived a life of fleeing the famine, since we fled the famine to the county seat, we were bombed by Japanese planes again, and the house we lived in was blown up, and then we came to the small mountain village here. Far from the city, without the bombardment of devils. However, there are many mountains and bandits, and no matter how capable your grandfather is, he still can't keep his property, and in the end he is robbed by the bandits, and he killed your wife and my son, and your aunt is also ruined by the bandits. You have remembered for me that without **, there would be no peaceful life for our poor people today. ”

Therefore, as soon as New China was founded, my grandmother joined China with the first batch of activists, and my grandmother was also the first batch of women cadres in the township after the founding of New China.