Chapter 11 Bacon and Rice

"Shameless things, stealing chickens and touching dogs, doing a basket of ugly things that I can't count, I dare to curse people in vain, I don't even bother to talk about you, I'm afraid of dirty mouths and waste of time!" The Qin clan stopped in front of Gu Qingzhu and spat hard at the Zhu clan.

After speaking, she turned around and packed up the clothes of the two of them scattered by the river, and pulled Gu Qingzhu up: "Let's go, let's go, take care of this crazy woman!" ”

The two changed to a riverside laundry dress, Zhu didn't know who persuaded her, or was she really afraid that Qin would shake her badly, or the soaked skirt made her so cold that she couldn't stay, and the noisy sound gradually became quieter, and she slowly became inaudible.

"Sister, the second aunt is messing with you again?" In the courtyard, Gu Qingsong helped Gu Qingzhu twist his clothes, frowned and asked.

"She is an unreasonable three-point master, she has become more and more domineering over the years, she has long been used to it, let her make trouble, let's ignore her, sister will make you bacon and vegetables tonight." Gu Qingzhu put the last piece of clothing on the rope and said with a smile.

"Really? Where is bacon? Gu Qingying, who was hiding behind the door, had loose fluffy hair and jumped in front of her a few times.

"In the bamboo basket that Uncle Fu sent just now, hanging on the kitchen beam, didn't you smell it, a little gluttonous cat?" Gu Qingzhu shaved her nose and grabbed her soft hair and tied it together.

"Sister, let's make dinner, I'm hungry." Gu Qingying pouted, pulled Gu Qingzhu and left.

"Huh." Gu Qingzhu and Gu Qingsong both smiled when they saw her in such a hurry, and the three of them entered the kitchen together.

"Qingsong, you give this half of the bacon and ginger tea in the clay pot to Tie Dan to eat, and I can return it to Aunt Qin tomorrow when I buy food, but we still have to thank her for borrowing food for the New Year." Gu Qingzhu cut the small piece of bacon from the middle and wrapped it in oiled paper again.

"Okay." Gu Qingsong nodded and went out with it.

Gu Qingzhu was busy washing rice and vegetables, Qingying tiptoed to scoop water into the inner pot, and then sat in the stove, skillfully lighting the fire, there are two pots on her stove, the inner pot is large, boiling porridge and cooking rice steamed buns, the outer pot is small, stir-frying vegetables and hot rice and boiling eggs.

"Qingying, watch Sister make a trick for you, there will be enough meat at night." Gu Qingzhu smiled and raised the bacon in his hand, the originally small piece was only one finger long.

"Really?" Qingying poked her head out and smiled, her little face flushed with fire.

Gu Qingzhu cut the bacon washed in hot water into more than a dozen pieces as thin as cicada wings, and fried them on both sides in the hot outer pot, which not only brought out a little fat, but also added the burnt aroma of the meat.

The edge of the rice squeaked and crunched, the aroma of the rice became more and more intense, Qingying withdrew a large piece of firewood from the inner pot to the outer pot stove, the fat of the bacon was hot, and Qingzhu began to stir-fry the cleaned green vegetables, and after the rice was broken and discolored, the rice pot was uncovered and the vegetables were shoveled evenly, and the rest was simmered slowly on the embers.

After a while, the burnt aroma of the pot mixed with the rich aroma of bacon, as well as the fresh smell of green vegetables, passed through the doors and windows of the kitchen, and filled the thin night, Gu Qingsong had just walked to the gate of the courtyard with the clay pot, and he had already smelled it, he took a deep breath greedily, it was so fragrant, and his steps couldn't help but be cheerful.

Because the grain and oil in the Chinese New Year's Eve were robbed, and the mountain road was closed and could not get out, the food these days was rice noodles with coarse grains, Gu Qingzhu had to be careful in his meal, and tonight's rice meal with meat and vegetables was obviously the best meal he ate this year.

"Sister, you eat meat!" Qingsong saw that Gu Qingzhu only had green vegetable rice in front of him, so he gave her the meat slices in his bowl.

"Sister likes to eat vegetables, you eat more meat, and it takes a lot of money to study." Gu Qingzhu pressed his chopsticks.

"Mine is also for Sister A, I am small, I can't eat too much." Gu Qingying slid down from the stool, grabbed the meat, and carefully moved to Gu Qingzhu's side, her eyes were firmly fixed on the meat, and she was still protecting it with her little hands.

Gu Qingzhu was afraid that Qingying would fall, and she was afraid that the meat would fall to the ground and be wasted, so she had to reach out the bowl to catch it, and then help her sit down again.

When she turned around, she found that there were two more slices of meat in the bowl, and at a glance, she knew that Qing Song had given them when she was not paying attention. Her heart was warm, but she was reluctant to be so sensible as her younger siblings, so she pretended to reproach: "You are growing up, you should eat some meat." ”

"Sister, you taste it, the bacon and vegetable rice you made is fragrant." Gu Qingsong buried his head in a big gulp of rice, and secretly squeezed his eyes towards Qingying.

"Mmmm, Sister A's best made the best." Gu Qingying nodded again and again, she was already clever, at this moment, it seemed that she had done something amazing with her brother, and she was smiling so much that she couldn't see her teeth.

The three sisters and brothers had a full meal, and there were still some vegetables left, which they would save for tomorrow morning.

In the evening, Gu Qingzhu put the sun-dried kudzu powder in a clean muslin bag, she carried it, about twenty catties, according to the price of last year's inquiry, it was about enough to buy more than three buckets of rice, and it was enough for them to eat for a few days.

She took out the twenty pieces of Luopa embroidered in the New Year's Festival from the old cage and carefully wrapped it in the old blue cloth, the embroidery work of the girls next to her was taught by her mother, and Gu Qingzhu had no mother when she was ten years old, and her embroidery work was all done by looking at the embroidery on Wang's old dress, so there was no family heirloom technique.

She doesn't have ready-made patterns that have been passed down from generation to generation, and her embroidery skills are not outstanding, but she has a special ability, that is, she can see what to embroider, using cloth as paper, needlework and ink, trees and flowers in the mountains, birds and poultry, all of which she has at her fingertips and embroidered on various fabrics.

Such a novel and strange embroidery, most of the ordinary embroidery village dislike not, the eldest lady of the partial Dexing embroidery is a wonderful person, she likes Gu Qingzhu's embroidery method very much, praised her embroidery objects out of nature, better than Lingxiu and simple, a year ago also specially gave her all kinds of silk thread and Su Luopa, only to ask her to embroider at will, and then according to the ten pieces of acquisition.

The handiwork of ten wen is a great price, and a perennial job like Qin's embroidered pair of big pillows with mandarin ducks playing in the water can only earn thirty wen.

Everything was cleaned up, Gu Qingzhu arranged for his younger siblings to sleep, the people in the mountains were reluctant to boil oil and wax at night, most of them rested early, except for the moonlight and starlight, a few sporadic dog barks at night, there was no sound, and the whole Gu family was comfortable like a baby sleeping in a cradle.

Gu Qingzhu fell into a deep sleep, only hoping that it would come early tomorrow.