The rice in the village ushered in another bumper harvest, and the villagers of Qingshui Village began a new round of labor, and they were so busy that they couldn't drink a few sips of water every day. In contrast, the Yao family is too relaxed, almost all of their land is wrapped up, and the work of drying and threshing grain has no business for them, and their leisurely appearance makes the villagers envious and jealous.

The weather was very good, the autumn was crisp, Yao Huang scrubbed the stone mill at home and started grinding flour. The family likes to eat pasta: pancakes, steamed buns, dumplings, wontons, noodles, noodles...... The amount of flour consumed every year is quite significant.

Grinding is not easy, the men of other families are tired for a day and their feet and legs are soft and they can't grind much, Yao Huang can grind five big bags of flour for half a day, and there is nothing to do after grinding - this is the benefit of Xiuzhen.

"Erya, what are you grinding?" Zhao Erniu led the horse from the outside of the yard, his daughter-in-law was pregnant, Zhao Erniu would ride a horse from Anping County back to Qingshui Village every evening to accompany his daughter-in-law, and set off to the city before dawn in the morning, rain or shine.

"Grind flour! The flour jar at home is about to bottom, and we have to grind some out quickly. Everyone in our family loves pasta! Yao Huang greeted Zhao Erniu with a smile. Compared with Zeng Qinghua, who has not returned to Qingshui Village since leaving the village, Zhao Erniu, a good old man who is attached to his homeland, is even more praised by the people in the village.

"Would you like to help?" Zhao Erniu asked.

"No need." Yao Huang waved his hand and refused, "Brother Erniu, hurry up and go home, Sister-in-law Shui Tao is still waiting for you at home!" ”

Zhao Erniu smirked twice, and the corners of his eyebrows were filled with happiness: "Seeing you grinding flour, I remembered the dream I had last night." In my dream, I was grinding flour. ”

"Brother Erniu's dream of grinding flour is a good sign!" Yao Huangdao.

"What? Is grinding flour a good sign in a dream? Zhao Erniu asked suspiciously.

Yao Huang nodded: "I've read a book on dream interpretation." Dreaming of grinding flour is a good omen. If the three talents are auspicious. You can get the help of your boss and subordinates. We will achieve brilliant success and development. Congratulations, Brother Erniu, you will be promoted in the short term! ”

"Really?" Zhao Erniu didn't believe it very much.

"Hehe, I'm just looking for what is written in the book to talk about it. But if you are really promoted, you have to treat me to a good meal. Yao Huang said with a smile.

Zhao Erniu said with a smile: "If I am really promoted, I will definitely invite you to eat well." It's not just you, it's the whole village, please. ”

"It's a deal!"

Zhao Erniu went home happily, and Yao Huang also finished grinding the last bag of wheat. Finish the finishing touches and put the ground flour into the dough jar. Sweep the remaining flour from the stone mill into a large bowl, mix the noodles with salt and water, spread a thin layer of vegetable oil on it, ferment for 20 minutes, then pull it to the thickness of chopsticks, dip it in dry flour, and put it in an oil pan to fry. Fry the noodles until they are firm, twist them into a comb shape and wait until they are golden brown. It is famous for being fished out of the pot. The finished product has a name, and the Sichuan people call it "steamed dumplings". After cooling, it is crispy and delicious, and it is very delicious. However, Yao Huang does not make steamed dumplings for empty food, but uses them to make another delicacy - oil tea.

Remove the oil from the pan, leaving only a little bit of oil foam hanging on the wall and bottom of the pot, pour three bowls of freshly ground flour into it, and keep stir-frying with a spatula so that the flour will not be scalded by the hot iron pot. After a while, the smell of oily noodles came from the kitchen.

"Second sister, what are you doing?" Foodie Qing smelled the fragrance and came in, followed by the little heel insect Xiao Ke children's shoes.

"Today, your sister and I are in a good mood, I will make you a new kind of food, and it is guaranteed to be delicious!" The flour has been fried to yellow, Yao Huang scooped a spoonful of oil into the pot and mixed evenly.

"This is chow mein?" Yao Qing stared at the pot and asked.

"No, Camellia oleifera." Yao Huang smiled and poured water into the flour and washed it into a paste.

"Is it delicious?" Yao Qing looked at the batter in the pot with some disgust, which was not much different from the batter with couplets and window flowers mixed during the Chinese New Year!

"It's a half-finished product!" Yao Huang glanced at his younger brother, "If you want to eat something delicious, help me pick a handful of green onions and wash them." ”

"Wait!" Yao Qing quickly ran out of the house, and after a while, he pinched a handful of cleaned chives and entered the kitchen, "If the oil tea is not delicious, I didn't work in vain?" ”

"I promise I won't let you dry it in vain, just wait, it's absolutely delicious!"

Yao Qing scooped the camellia into five medium-sized bowls, quickly cut the chives into chopped green onions and sprinkled them on the surface of each bowl of camellia, then broke the steamed dumplings into one inch and spread them on the surface of the camellia, and put fried peanuts, pickles cut into small pieces, peppercorn powder and salt. Yao Huang picked up two bowls and handed them to his younger brother and nephew, "Okay, let's eat!" ”

The two boys hurriedly took it, stirred it a few times, and put it into their mouths.

"Delicious!" Yao Qing praised vaguely while eating.

"Yes, yes!" Xiao Ke nodded in agreement.

"Hehe, can the things my sister and I make still not delicious?" Yao Huang put the other three bowls on the tray and walked out of the kitchen, "If you finish eating, go to the pot and scoop the ingredients yourself." Sister, I won't serve anymore. ”

Yao Qing nodded again and again, he likes to eat fried peanuts, thinking about putting more peanuts when he eats the second bowl; Xiao Baozi likes to eat steamed dumplings, and his eyes fell on the plate containing the steamed dumplings and never moved away, thinking that he would beg his second aunt to make him snacks later.

The oil tea won the praise of Yao Hong and Wenren Qianye, and Aunt Li happened to come to Yao's house to borrow a basket, and Yao Huang also filled a bowl of oil tea for her. Aunt Li praised the oil tea again and again after eating it, the oil tea is soft and tastes good, and children and the elderly with bad teeth can also eat it. Aunt Li Si was not in a hurry to go home to harvest the grain, and pulled Yao Huang to ask in detail about the practice of oil tea.

Aunt Li went home satisfied, Yao Huanglian ate three bowls of oil tea, her stomach was a little swollen, and she took Xiao Ke out for a walk. Most of the villagers have gone home to eat, and only a few are still working. The rice in the field has been harvested, and several villagers are throwing the rice in their yards, beating the rice grains on the straw one by one. This flick took several days, and the villagers were so tired that their whole bodies seemed to fall apart, and they couldn't recover from backache for a few days.

The open space outside the ancestral hall is covered with rice dried by the villagers, and several villagers are harvesting rice. Seven-eight-tenths of the rice had been harvested in the clearing, and a few children gathered around the remaining tithes to guard the grain, lest it be spoiled by chickens and sparrows. These two kinds of poultry and flying birds especially like to come and steal the rice dried in the square, and no one to catch them, so that they can eat their stomachs. Every time the rice is dried, families let the youngest child in the family, who has little labor, go to catch chickens and sparrows. (To be continued......)