He and Xiuxiu worked together to shovel the wheat back into the sack, put the dried clothes on the bamboo pole back into the box, put the chickens in the cage, and Yang Liu washed his hands and prepared to cook. Because the dog suddenly said that he wanted to eat noodles, He, who loved his grandson, came back halfway, opened a lock on the cupboard, poured some white flour into the copper basin, and took out a small bag of sorghum noodles as the staple food for dinner.

Yang Liu looked at the two kinds of flour in front of her and sighed, not knowing when she would be able to eat pure white noodles.

Xiuxiu rolled up the broken bamboo, tied it up with a strip of cloth and put it in the corner, wiped her sweat and came in to ask Yang Liu if she needed help. Yang Liu was kneading the white noodles, and he was not polite when he heard the words, so he asked Xiuxiu to wash the green onions, ginger and garlic and prepare them, and came back with a handful of tender vegetable leaves to wash them.

Xiuxiu finished the work in her hand and took the initiative to come over to help: "Sister-in-law, I'll help you." ”

Yang Liu nodded, let Xiuxiu take over the work in her hands, and added salt to the copper basin of sorghum noodles, mixed with water and noodles.

Xiuxiu asked while kneading the dough: "Sister-in-law, what are you doing so much trouble, it's all noodles, just knead them together, why are you still separated?" "In Xiuxiu's view, it's all noodles and kneading, why bother to separate, what's the difference between eating and eating in the stomach, now it's completely redundant.

The sorghum noodles are black and red, and the color is not very good when cooked, and Yang Liu suddenly wanted to try to make three-color noodles and knead the sorghum noodles into the white noodles as a filling. But after all, there are many times to eat somen noodles, and she can't guarantee that she can make them, so she said in general: "The noodles made this way are delicious." ”

Sorghum flour is more difficult to reconcile, and Yang Liu doesn't know if there is any trick with sorghum flour, anyway, the final product is like a round ball. The fist smashed a hole in the white face. Stuff the sorghum flour in and knead it again. Roll into small balls. Yang Liu's rolling pin made it work, so he asked Xiuxiu to roll out the dough into a dough. Sprinkle some dry powder between each dough to prevent it from sticking, wait for the water to boil, then cut it into shreds, and cook in a pot. Because there was no extra flour, the willow sprinkled some meaning with the dry flour dipped in the copper basin, and I was not sure if it would stick to it. When the dough is rolled out, the two copper basins are so clean that they don't need to be washed.

The ginger and garlic water in the pot boiled several times, but I didn't see the figure of the He family's group, and even the children of Dashan Qiaoqiao didn't come back. Yang Liu and Qiaoqiao couldn't sit still, and frequently looked at the gate of the courtyard.

"Sister-in-law, I'll take a look." Xiuxiu held the door frame with one hand and turned her head to Yang Liu. There is no moon tonight, and the entire Li family's courtyard is lit with small oil lamps, which is really a bit strange to look at.

Yang Liu shook his head and said, "It's better for me to go, it's not good for you to go out." "It's already completely dark, and it seems that He is in a hurry to finish cutting the ears of wheat before returning. But what about children, aren't they afraid of bumping into unclean things? Yang Liu tugged at the corners of his mouth, feeling that he was becoming more and more accustomed to life in ancient times, and feudal superstition was all touched. Let's get the people back first. As soon as Yang Liu turned around, he said he would do it, found a wooden stick and walked out. He turned around and told Xiuxiu: "Don't run around, lest you bump into customers." If you're afraid, close the door, and I'll take it with you. We'll call the door and you'll come out again. ”

"I see. Sister-in-law, go and come back quickly, I'm not afraid. Xiuxiu thought that she and her sister-in-law were always unsafe at home, so she didn't say much, and it was better to get her brothers back.

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard gate, he heard the sound of the door of the stove room closing, Yang Liu smiled secretly, not afraid of how the door closed so quickly.

Xiuxiu sat on the small bench in front of the stove and pushed away the sparks in the stove, and put the burning oil lamp within reach to feel safer. I don't know if it's too dark or the night is too quiet, Xiuxiu feels that her breathing is rough and short, and the slightest wind and grass can startle her. Speaking of which, she is so big, and it is the first time she is home alone, and she is really scared. Xiuxiu blocked the wood behind the door, looked around cautiously, and suddenly remembered that the fifth sister-in-law didn't even bring a torch, would she wrestle.

"It's the first day of the lunar calendar." Yang Liu looked at the starless night sky and muttered, she has been living a chaotic life since she came here, and she really doesn't know the geometry of spring and autumn. Xiaofu has been in the state of mind for a long time, and even he has become lazy, and Yang Liu has been vigilant in his heart. Looking at the black, in fact, looking down at the road will not fall. In the daytime, the sun will dry the ridges, the weeds grow on both sides of the ridges, and the middle of the people walk a lot is white, and there are few weeds, which are particularly eye-catching, which makes the willows breathe a sigh of relief. With the sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low frog croaking in his ears, Yang Liu tightened the wooden stick in his hand and beat the grass on the side of the road.

Faintly hearing the sound of someone talking, Yang Liu stopped and listened carefully, as if there were still a lot of people. couldn't see the appearance clearly, so Yang Liu tried to open his mouth and shouted: "Mother? ”

Soon someone reacted: "Lady, it's us." ”

It was Li Cong's voice, and Yang Liu's heart was much more settled, standing in place and waiting for them to approach.

"Why are you here?" Li Cong's voice of surprise came in the night, and Yang Liu immediately felt that his hand was being held: "It's dark, why don't you make a torch?" What should I do if I trip over the grass? Aren't you afraid of snakes? ”

A gust of wind blew, Yang Liu shrunk his neck, his eyes looked at the wheat field where the wheat stalks stood erect after the ears of wheat were cut, and his tongue was a little knotted: "Ah, really, really there are snakes?" ”

"Why not, I caught a big one today." Li Cong said with a straight face.

Yang Liu is afraid of snakes, and it will not reach the point where he is afraid of the well rope after being bitten by a snake for ten years, since he was caught by Li Cong, at least he is safe. But she still asked weakly: "Dead?" ”

I couldn't see the expression on Yang Liu's face clearly, but Li Cong noticed that Yang Liu's hand holding the wooden stick was clenched, and he knew that she was scared, and she was still holding on. I was angry, why wasn't she scared when she went out?

"Not dead."

Yang Liu turned his face and looked at him stunned.

"But I pulled out the fangs."

Yang Liu let out a faint "oh".

Li Cong was still wondering how Yang Liu reacted so calmly after hearing that the snake was not dead, he only felt a pain in his jaw and almost bit his tongue, it turned out that Yang Liu clenched his fist and smashed it on Li Cong's chin: "Bastard, tell you to gasp." ”

While the two were talking, the rest of the Li family also caught up and greeted them again.

"You left Xiuxiu alone at home?" Ho's words are always so straight to the point.

There was a reproach of disapproval in He's tone, and Yang Liu explained: "Xiuxiu is a girl's family, and it is always difficult to walk at night. ”

In the stories of rural ghosts, it is said that those unclean things like to snatch the bodies of unmarried women the most.

"Let's go." He nodded and walked ahead. (To be continued......)

PS: On the shelves, thank you to those relatives who accompanied me all the way to the black, happy Zongzi Festival!