Hong Yan, that sweat!

My sister climbed fast, picked up the sorghum stalks and came back, like a 3-year-old child. Hong Yan looked at her black hands still with mud, and couldn't help but be surprised. In this era, how can rural children have a concept of hygiene, they don't wash their hands and touch what they eat, and they often have stomach pain. Only then did it become known that there was a parasite.

Hong Yan put the sorghum stalks away, took Xiaomei's little hands, went down to the well not far away, and then picked a pumpkin leaf from the slope and rolled it into a funnel shape, filled it with water for Xiaomei to wash her hands, and by the way, she washed her cat-like face and dirty calves. The cold well water made the little sister laugh nonstop. Hong Yan also washed away the tears on his face.

Eating sorghum stalks is more precisely called gnawing, Hong Yan gnawed off a section of the skin with his teeth, broke off a section and handed it to his little sister. Bite off the pimple head again, and this dip in sweet water will bring up hunger. The sun is already in the west, why haven't you had lunch yet?

The younger sister cut a sorghum stalk in one hand and walked carefully in front of her. Hong Yan took a piece of sorghum stalk and walked behind. When the younger sister walked past her grandfather, she also gave the sorghum stalks in her hand to her grandfather to eat. Grandpa just took a symbolic bite and then praised, "It's so sweet, my sister is so good!" "I'm happy that my sister wants my grandfather to eat again.

This time, instead of going through the back door, I walked through the bamboo forest and went straight to the front dam. The road in the bamboo forest is made of stones, otherwise, the bamboo shoots are all over the ground, and the feet are far away. At this time, as long as the people who finish work or don't work, they are busy in the front yard for lunch or rest.

Sure enough, they were all there. However, as soon as my sister showed up, someone shouted: "My sister is here!" "If there's anything delicious, give it a bite!"

The little girl is very popular!

"Hongyan, come, let Zuzu see Ha (below)!" Someone was greeting Hong Yan. Hong Yan followed the sound and saw a hunchbacked old lady, who was standing next to the stone mill, stopped the rice spoon in his hand, and beckoned to him. This should be the female ancestor who disappeared in memory, more than seventy years old. According to normal history, she was supposed to die in the winter of '81. Hong Yan looked at the ancestor's little feet, he was tired after standing for a long time!

"Mom!" The little girl saw her mother running straight over. Hong Yan walked towards Zuzu and looked at the old man who was old Longzhong. Because the dam on the stairs is full of gnawed sorghum stalks, which are full of big green-headed flies, people "buzz" and fly up, and people fall down later.

The ancestor's eyes were full of pity and regret, and his rough hand touched Hong Yan's head and said, "If you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing in the future!" He turned to Li Yun, who was peeling corn, and reproached: "How do you take the child?" Then he advised: "The day after tomorrow, I will go to Shuanghekou to find Liu Xianniang's requiem!" ”

Hong Yan left Lao Zu and walked in front of his mother, and also picked up a tender corn cob and picked it up. This is late corn grown in a private field. Picking corn is a cover, and he has to observe the yard and the people around him. The portrait of the great man on the wall in front of the table of the Eight Immortals in the room is old. The courtyard layout is three main rooms and two corner rooms, which are inhabited by the original landlord surnamed Chen. The Chen family has four sons and one daughter. Wen G found materials from his home that were dissatisfied with the status quo, and the eldest was sentenced and is still in prison. The second son and daughter in the family are married, the third son is called "fifth son" and the fourth son is a baby.

The three side rooms are occupied by Hong Yan and his grandfather's family. After Hong Yan was born, his grandfather split up. Hong Yan's family was divided into one and half of the back. Grandpa's family now has a second uncle, an aunt, a sister-in-law and an uncle. The second uncle should get married one day this year and next year. In this era, there are so many children in every family.

The southernmost dwarf room is inhabited by the family surnamed Zhang. But Hong Yan, the head of the family surnamed Zhang, has no impression that he should have died a long time ago, according to the old lady Du's mouth, the dead ghost is called Zhang Huozi, and a son was killed by a blown stone when he was building a road a few years ago. The remaining two daughters, the eldest daughter is married, and the younger daughter is similar to the eldest aunt.

Ha, the tall apricot tree is still there, but the branches are not luxuriant, and the branches at the top of the tree remain. "Planting seedlings and plums, threshing apricots", there are many green and yellow apricots hanging among the leaves.

The ancestor was grinding, and the two aunts were pushing. The stone mill is heavy and requires two people to push it. Hong Yan looked at the people he could see in the whole courtyard, all of them were thin and their clothes were shabby.

My father and second uncle still have some other things to do in the production team, and they won't go home until lunchtime, and they will deliver food if they don't go home. Well, grandma is also very busy this season, and drying food in the production team is the main job of their women in their 50s.

"Second son, the third child is hanging behind the son, tired!" Li Yun was roaring. Little three? Hong Yan almost laughed. After the third child, his scientific name is Hong Zheng. Children like to hang behind the grinder, one in front of the other, swaying and shaking, which is very fun. However, the two boys heard the error in their mother's voice and quickly sneaked away.

Grinding corn, it should be ready for lunch. What to eat in the season, thick and thin, and even only coarse grains to eat. In the past, Hong Yan often used "green and yellow not connected" in his writings, as for what green and yellow are not connected, why he doesn't understand it. The stone grinding teeth may have been worn off, and the corn syrup that came out had large patches of corn husks in it.

After the grinding at the grandfather's house was finished, the stone grinding was cleaned, and Li Yun brought the basin and put it in front of the ancestor. The ancestor is old, as long as he is not sick and can move, he has to do things, which is a good interpretation of "life is endless, labor is not stopped". A pot of corn is ground out, cut out of the dry, and the washing water contains a lot of nutrients for feeding the pigs.

Mother and aunt pushed and grinded, Hong Yan had nothing to do, looked at the ground, found a broom and swept it out of the house, swept the steps of the house all the way, and used a dustpan to bring the corn bones and corn husks to the edge of the small dam behind and spread them out.

The second son and the third child don't know where Ye has gone. It's far away from the river, so you don't have to go into the river and drown. Naturally, I won't go to the well, and I usually explain it very solidly, not to mention that grandpa is still sitting in the bamboo forest below.

In less than twenty minutes, a pot of corn was finished. Li Yun put the basin on the left side and the other side on her waist, and carried the bucket into the kitchen with her right hand. Hong Yan followed behind her mother, and the little girl shouted: "Cauldron, wait for my sister!" ”

There was no firewood between the stoves, so Li Yun shoveled a shovel of coal, poured it into the stone basin at the door of the stove, lit the fire with dry and fine coal ash, and then added a little water to wet it. The firewood and grass in the production team are rarely divided, and ordinary families have to buy coal for cooking. After the land was distributed to the households, families began to burn corn, wheat stalks or straw. It is difficult to burn coal and not to be able to reach Hongyan. According to normal history, in another two years, his parents went to work in the fields, and Hong Yan took his two younger brothers to cook at home.

"Hey, I'm going to burn the fire!" Li Yun couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Hong Yan adding coal and pulling the bellows in style. Fortunately, the bellows are relatively small, and they can still be pulled with a little force. Mother is chopping the half-aged pumpkin into cubes that don't need a fire. Hong Yan was more than a meter old, and his head was already beyond the stove, and he could see the bottom of the pot.

After Li Yun finished cutting the pumpkin, the coal in the stove had already been made, and the bottom of the pot was hot. With her left hand, she lifted the lid of the small jar next to the chimney, and with her right hand, she took out a piece of lard and threw it into the pot. There was a "squeak", followed by green smoke. The lard was squeezed by the shovel and soon became a charred oil residue. Li Yun shoveled the oil residue on the dry part of the stove, put in a spoonful of watercress and stir-fry, and then poured in the pumpkin pieces to continue stir-frying. Add salt to taste, add water and cover the pot.

The little girl stood by the stove and watched her mother busy, and touched the hand of the eldest brother pulling the bellows from time to time. Hong Yan stopped the bellows, took the chopsticks placed on the edge of the pot, picked up the oil residue on the stove, and shook it in front of the little girl's eyes, which really attracted her attention. The smell of burnt yellow oil residue is fragrant, and children generally can't resist the temptation. The little girl stared at it. Hong Yan tried it and it was already cold, and motioned for the little girl to open her mouth.

Hong Yan also grabbed the oil residue to eat in his memory, but he remembered his mother's joke even more: "Eat the oil residue, beg the mother-in-law, and it rains heavily!" "When I was young, I was too scared to eat.

The pumpkin in the pot opened, Li Yun lifted the lid of the pot, and put the corn poop the size of a ping-pong ball with both hands on the surface of the pumpkin. Then stick palm-sized pancakes on the sides of the pan. Corn tortillas, bud poop, and sweet potato rice or something, the happy rice that the post-90s and post-00s yearn for, Hong Yan is eating again. In my previous life, I didn't want to swallow it, and I even felt sick to my stomach when I thought about it!

After washing her hands, Li Yun took the bellows in Hong Yan's hand and said, "Go to the house and call your dad to come back for dinner!" ”

"Where?" Hong Yan doesn't know where to go?

"In the wall, your dad came forward in the noodle room!" Li Yun pointed to the back of the house and said.

When Hong Jianguo came back, lunch had already been served. However, he didn't pay much attention to Hong Yan's gaze. Although dough pressing is not the heaviest work, it is normal to feel sluggish because it takes a long time from morning to now, and the physical exertion is huge.

Hong Yan is different, although he is not in a surging mood, he is more or less excited. My father is only 28 years old, thin and thin. He is supposed to be a barefoot doctor, but he can only deal with simple diseases, usually giving people acupuncture, injections, cupping, etc. When no one is invited, they have to participate in the work of the production team. Due to the excessive pressure of life later, Hong Jianguo was busy with farm work at home and abandoned his only medical skills, and finally became an agricultural worker repairing the earth.

Lunch was eaten on the stairs. Well, the four families in the whole courtyard ate almost one after another, and they all sat on the threshold or on a small stool with their rice bowls and ate while chatting.

Hong Yan saw that his grandmother had also come home. He said casually: "Mother-in-law is back for dinner!" "Rural families, especially with children of the same size, are unlikely to be devoted to this grandson.

Hong Yan moved two benches, side by side, and placed four small bowls of pumpkin corn rice on them. This is naturally the job of the three brothers Hong Yan and the little girl. Do the mistress and the little girl still need to be fed? However, the brother and sister couldn't wait to hold the spoon and reach into the small bowl. Fortunately, the rice is so cold that children can eat it. Obviously, the boy's body coordination has an advantage, and the mistress's spoon is very stable. The little girl's spoon is always slightly sideways, scooping a corn ball up and down.

Hong Yan didn't want to share a table with three little kids, well, in fact, he was much older. It's just that his bowl is one size bigger than Xiao San and Xiao Girl. Meals that I haven't eaten in years still smell good. The mother set up several rice bowls and went back to the kitchen to cook pig food. But his father brought a rice bowl and squatted with Chen Kaidong in the same courtyard by the bamboo forest, eating and talking about something.

The second son had already seen the lunch at his grandfather's house, and it was all pumpkin bud poop. While waiting for their father to come home, the two sons had already eaten a tortilla by themselves. That's another flavor, with a watercress fragrance on the surface and a slightly burnt bottom on the bottom. Even though their teeth weren't aligned, they ate deliciously.

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