Early in the morning, Xia Aiguo heard the sound of gongs in the village, and informed him to go to the queue early to receive the pork. The sound of gongs is a sign that the New Year is approaching.

Su Meili took the summer and started making sticky bean buns at home.

Steamed sticky bean buns are Su's beautiful specialty. Use the sticky millet and corn distributed by the production team, take the mill to remove the husk, soak it in water, and then control the dry and grind it into a cotton-like shape, add some bud rice noodles according to the viscosity of the yellow rice, ferment for ten hours, and then wait for the evening time to put in the bean paste, so that the upper drawer is steamed and done.

During the Chinese New Year in the Northeast, every household will make a lot of sticky bean buns to prepare. They put the finished ones on the curtain and put them outside to freeze them for a day and one night, so that they could take a few steamed and eat them anytime and anywhere they wanted.

This thing is still very popular in this day and age. Every family will deliberately do more during the New Year. Because this thing is hungry and full, and it is delicious.

In the summer, while helping her mother with her work, she discussed with her mother the style of making clothes for her grandparents. Su Meili always knew that her daughter had an idea, and she had a better vision than her, so she tossed her tricks and promised to enter the house to cut after a while.

Su Meili went to the township to buy four pieces of cloth. I picked a piece of jujube red and wanted to make one for summer. Summer quickly shook her head and refused. But spare her, her mother didn't know what to look at, she turned over her clothes, and they were either red or flowery, and they were going to die.

Besides, just a few pieces of cloth, she was reluctant to give it to herself. I finally have a father and mother, so I have to let them come first. I'm so young, and the days of getting dressed are still ahead.

"Mother, that piece of jujube red is for you to make for yourself, don't stare at it first, you listen to me first."

Xia saw that her mother was in a hurry, and quickly explained: "I'm still young, it's time to get dressed." Besides, the red cotton jacket I'm wearing now is still eighty or ninety percent new. I always wear new clothes, you wear so old, what do you make the people in the village think of me? And mother, it's really been a long time since you've made new clothes. While you're still young, wear something with color. When you get older, even if I want to be filial to you when I have money in the future, you will not be embarrassed to wear this color. Don't be reluctant, my brother and I are both older, and we will make a lot of money in the future. ”

Su Meimei's eyes turned a little red when she heard this, and she turned her back and wiped the corners of her eyes.

Summer...... Why is this talking about being sensational? You looked at Su Meimei's incendiary land, and you all cried.

Ahh Tugging her mother's arm: "What's the matter?" Your daughter's mouth is sweet, isn't it? It's not called sweet in vain, right? That's it, right? There are three pieces left, and the gray one is also set aside for my father to make a piece, the beauty of my mother, my father will not make a fool of myself, my mother should be disgusted. ”

"You kid is talking nonsense. Okay, that's it, when my son and daughter come out, I can't afford to wear new clothes often. Su Meimei laughed heartily. She thought it was a dream, so she would have daydreamed. As long as the son and daughter are filial, there is nothing more comfortable than this. And Su Meili really didn't expect that one day she would become a proverb, and it was her own old man who helped her realize this dream.

The two women discussed the style of clothes, and in this era, women wore clothes with large lapels and large collars, and there were two large square pockets on the clothes. In the summer, she painted the style of clothes for her mother according to the characteristics of this era, slightly changed the shape of the large square pocket, made the bottom of the pocket into an oval bottom pocket, the pocket mouth is square, and the bottom of the clothes is not a straight placket, but the bottom of the placket is also oval, and the collar of the big lapel has also been changed to a bit of a doll collar style, because it is jujube red, so as soon as the summer is finished, Su Meili likes it. It's a very feminine style, and it's no longer so square and looks like it's wearing men's clothes, but it's a little too fashionable.

But who is Su Meili, Su Meili was known for her beauty when she was young, and the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law love to learn from her to dress. At that time, there were no two poor clothes, and Su Meili also embroidered on the corners or patches. When the clothes were washed off, she embroidered them in a big way.

In the summer, she designed a diagonal placket buckle style for her grandmother's black fabric, which is the kind of big coat worn by an old lady in ancient times. The collar is going to let his mother embroider two small flowers. Summer is not satisfied with the fabric, if the fabric is satin, it must be very rich. It's a pity that their family is poor and can't afford satin fabrics, so they can only buy pure cotton fabrics.

When I was in the past seven years, it was indeed a high-end product, and ordinary people couldn't afford to wear it. In modern times, the pure cotton cloth is a low-grade fabric. In this era, although there are many simple people, there are people who see what people wear and what they eat.

Grandpa and his father's clothes don't need to be designed in summer, tunics were popular in the seventies, and men's clothes will look unusually nondescript if they are too unsuitable for national conditions.

I'm ready to start doing it, I'm a layman in this regard, and she paints clothes for her mother as if it's playing. In her previous life, painting and playing the piano was fun, and it was really difficult for her, but if she really used scissors, she withered, and she was even more timid. Her mother couldn't see her cowardice, and she cut it herself, this child could still change clothes and sew clothes, but now how can she become a calf.

It just so happened that Xia Aiguo and Xia Qiu sent pork back. Summer hurried over to take a look.

She was curious, how many catties could the whole village look forward to? Visually inspect more than ten catties, no more than twenty catties at most. Xia Aiguo said that their production team is already good, and the whole village can get these enough to be satisfied. Some production teams only have a few catties a year. Xia thought to herself: Dad, it's useless for you to tell me, you should organize the old and young masters in the village to go to the commune or the county government to talk about it, and talk about Comrade Xia Aihua, a good public servant of the people, these are all political achievements.

Xia Dong entered the door and began to raise his voice: "Mother, you give Dongzi some oil to satisfy your hunger." ”

The oil is heated in the big iron pot for cooking in the northeast, and the fattest piece of pork is cut into slices, and it is burned in a large iron pot and cooked. Wait until the meat is curled up or a little mushy, and then rub salt on each slice of meat when it comes out of the pan.

Later generations of doctors advised that eating less of this kind of food would make it easy to get hyperlipidemia if they ate too much. But not now. Nowadays, people who do not lack oil and water in their stomachs eat this stuff just like the New Year. Let's just say that when it comes to choosing pork, people at this time want the fattest piece, unlike the next few decades, fine pork ribs are more expensive than ordinary ribs, lean meat is more expensive than fatty meat, and some people only eat lean meat or don't eat meat at all.

Those who have not experienced this era of material scarcity cannot understand how the greasy slices of meat are swallowed; Of course, due to the rapid development in the next few decades, she has never seen all kinds of raw meat in the supermarket, and she can't imagine that people who don't even like meat can eat it, so what else can she eat?

I also want to eat in the summer, swallow my saliva, and look at her father. Don't look at the fact that summer has just arrived in this era for a long time, but I know very well that her father really loves her, and her mother is almost to her. If you look at Su Meimei's "hum" at her at every turn, she still loves to stare at her, and occasionally slap her with her hand, you should know that Su Meili is not as good as her father Xia Aiguo. Xia Aiguo hurriedly said, "Wait, Dad will give you oil." ”

"You're used to them, it's good to fry some shredded beans with meat, and it's still oily? When there is no oil, I will throw a few of you into the pot to refine oil. ”

Look, look, this Su Meimeizheng's consciousness is bad, and her image is even worse, stamping her feet and staring. There were a total of five members of the family, three in favor, and one vote was neutral, and she actually threatened to resist with it. Where there is resistance, there is oppression, you see, this is not Xia Aiguo spoke: "Throw me in the pot to refine oil, it is to bury the elimination point." After saying that, he laughed twice.

"Then you guys will do it." Su Meili turned around with a smile on her face and turned back to the house.

Oops, the scent is so ecstatic. In the summer, I stood downwind and sniffed, and all the gluttonous insects in this body were surging. It's been too long since it's been up close to pork. The smell of meat in summer is the same as the line "I want to see Zhao Zhongxiang" expressed in the Spring Festival Gala sketch many years later.

There are three small heads squatting on the edge of the big pot in the kitchen, and their hot little hands are red, and they still don't let go of the fat in the pot. The hissing inhalation of eating is too hot.

Xia Qiu, as an elder brother, was a little cramped at first, and felt that there should be something delicious, so he had to let his sister and brother go.

My sister saw it but dragged him and said, "Brother, what we eat is not food, it's memory." Years later, when we are the same age as our parents, we may forget a lot of things from our youth, but we will definitely remember that the three of us grabbed the taste of meat together. ”

Xia Qiu was inexplicably moved by what he said, and followed his sister and brother to eat a few pieces of fat that made him always have a memory. Later, when Xia Qiu was dying at the age of eighty-one, the last words he said to his children and grandchildren were: "I'll go and ask my father to give me oil, it's so fragrant!" With a childlike expression, he smiled and walked through his life.