Fang Jing has been cooking some food all day long, not to mention the New Year, she has to make some food, of course, Fang Jing is more willing to make some snacks for the little dolls to eat, of course, she is also slanderous, Fang Jing always thinks about some snacks in her previous life, no, she is busy making snacks in the stove room.

At this time, Fang Jing was frying the rice cake, which could be regarded as a fried product, but this rice cake had some origins, and this was also Fang Jing's favorite snack in his previous life.

According to folk rumors, during the Ming Dynasty, there were many literati in Jiangxi, many academies, and Jiangxi is a hilly area, there are many mountains and rivers, the Zhuang family has a son and expects to send it to the school to study, and the examination is famous, but the Zhuang family is poor, and can not afford to pay the six rites, and even more can not afford the copper money, there is a poor family in the village has a son who wants to send it to the school to study at the age of age, and he really can't afford to send the six rites and copper coins, and inadvertently sends this fried rice cake as a bundle gift to Mr., Mr. saw the fried rice cake for the first time, after eating, he likes it very much, It was decided not to accept his son to study in the hall, so that later, most places in Jiangxi had fried rice cakes as gifts for relatives and friends.

Fang Jing reminisced about the taste of fried rice cakes in her previous life, although she was already making it herself at this time, but it also made Fang Jing always think back to her previous life, Fang Jing always looked forward to returning to her previous life, returning to her original parents, even if it was an hour a day, but reality always made Fang Jing shed tears.

"Brother, when will this fried rice cake be good?" The little girl stood on the edge of the stove, looking at the rice cakes in the pot, and asked Fang Jing from time to time, but she had already asked three times after only a while.

"Right away, you can eat it in a while, but it's hot, and I'll eat it after a while." Fang Jing watched all the little babies gather around the stove room and watch him fry rice cakes, it was really big.

This unfried rice cake, but Fang Jing made it yesterday, in order to let it dry for a day with some water, otherwise it would not be crispy after frying.

"Come, eat, take a few sticks per person to eat, be careful if it's too hot." The freshly fried rice cake is very hot, and there is more oil, and after a little drying, the oil on the outside will enter the inside, so that it will be crispy to eat.

"Brother, it's delicious, it's delicious." The little girl ate a fried rice cake and said happily to Fang Jing.

"Cousin, how do you do this, it's so delicious." After Daying ate a fried rice cake, he thought that he could make it himself and eat it in the future, but he had to learn from Fang Jing to know how to do it.

"This fried rice cake, didn't you follow it yesterday, my aunt will too, if you want to eat it in the future, my aunt will fry some food, I'm too lazy to fry it, it's enough to fry it once, haha." Fang Jing's laziness never stops, she doesn't want to fry the rice cake a second time if she frries it once, and she has completely told Zhang Xiaoxia how to make it delicious yesterday.

"Jing Wazi, this fried rice cake is delicious, it's just too oil-intensive." Zhang Xiaoxia agreed after eating a fried rice cake, but she was a little distressed about the waste of cooking oil.

"Uncle, there is no shortage of oil in our family, next year the whole village will go up to the mountains to pick wild camellia and squeeze oil, peanuts can also be squeezed for oil in the future, and animal meat can also be refined for oil, there will be no shortage." Fang Jing has always felt that she can't eat without oil in stir-frying, but she has always forgotten about the oil extraction of wild camellia boys, mainly because no one understands, Fang Jing only knows that she can squeeze oil, and the specific operation is not very clear, but she still knows how to get it.

Fried rice cakes, it is best to use glutinous rice flour, of course, you can also add some ordinary rice flour, ordinary rice flour can also fry rice cakes, but it is too hard, and the fried rice cakes made of glutinous rice flour are crispy; Glutinous rice flour is stirred with boiling water to dissolve white sugar, similar to making dough, try to make it less watery, and then knead it into a stick and flatten it to half a centimeter thick, cut into five or six lengths, half a centimeter wide, wide and thick about the size of a cigarette, the length, in fact, it can be long or short, as you like, and then add some dry powder and sprinkle it on it for a day, and then burn the oil the next day and fry it slowly, the size of the fire looks at the control, the rice cake is fried until golden brown and you can take out the filter oil, and after cooling, you can put it into a sealed container, and you can take some to eat if you want to eat. Do not seal it, even if you take it and eat it, you must seal it well, otherwise it will resurge.

Fried rice cakes are actually just snacks, if you don't add sugar, they can only be rations, and they are snacks when you add sugar, at least Fang Jing likes to bite a few bites without anything, and the same is true for the little dolls, eating too much cheeks hurts, in fact, Fang Jing can also fry softer, similar to rice cakes like resurgence, but they can only be fried and eaten, and the taste will be better.

As the weather gradually warms up, the ice and snow slowly melt, the earth recovers, Fangjia Village ushered in the day of collective pig killing, which is also a good day for the village and some village elders.

"Muramasa, this year can be said to be a good year, this pig will grow so big in half a year, if it is raised for a year, it will not be bigger, Jing Wazi This method is good, I will eat more meat today." A village elder said to the village with a smile on his face, although the wrinkles on his face could not tell whether it was a smile or a wrinkle, but this did not affect his happiness.

"Yes, this is really thanks to Jing Wazi, this pig, you see, this meat, there is no commotion, this year each family will raise more, and it is good to kill and eat meat in winter." Mura Zheng helped catch the pigs and pressed, pig blood is a good thing, these Fang Jing had already told Mura Zheng about them.

Chen Erlin and his wife also took a group of little dolls to help, of course, the little dolls couldn't help much, so they could only wait to help eat meat.

"Cousin, do you think the fat aunt's family will make braised pork? If I can't do it, I'll ask my brother to do it. The little girl looked at the scene of killing pigs, looked at Dachu and asked.

"Xiao Tuanzi, this is the fat aunt's family killing pigs, you can't ask your cousin to make braised pork, it's not good." Although Dachu also wants to eat braised pork, after all, the pig belongs to someone's fat aunt's family, so he can't do it.

"Okay." The little girl is like a deflated ball, but she still fantasizes that the fat aunt will make braised pork, so that she can eat it, and the little girl's mind is only braised pork now.

For two days in a row, Fangjia Village was carrying out the great cause of killing pigs, and Fang Jing only helped the nearest few families to kill, and did not eat, not that Fang Jing didn't like it, but that he felt that he was going to eat, and the large group of dolls at home also had to follow, which didn't cost people a lot of meat, and besides, they never lacked meat at home, this villager was rare, so Fang Jing just helped to finish killing and disposing of some general things and went home.

The villagers who helped kill the pig were unwilling, so they had to pull Fang Jing and their family to eat the pig-killing rice, but Fang Jing was unwilling to go, and in the end the villagers had to carry a piece of meat to thank Fang Jing, and Fang Jing was unwilling to accept it.

"Look, where is there a shortage of meat in my house? You are short of meat, take it back and give it to your dolls, don't carry it to me. Fang Jing pointed to the bacon hanging on the stove and the wall of his house and said.

"This can't be done, Jing Wazi, this is manual work to help kill pigs, take it." Although several villagers saw Fang Jing's bacon, they still had to thank in their hearts.

"Take it all back, our family is not short of these meats, you eat one bite less, wait for two more this year, and then our family will eat." Fang Jing bombarded a few villagers to leave, although it was kindness, but the villagers also knew that Fang Jing's family really did not lack meat, in the past, they had caught a lot of prey and came back to make bacon, they were envious before, but now they are grateful.

The pigs in the whole village were basically killed, only Fang Jing's family left one, it was not that he didn't want to kill, but Fang Jing felt that it was too small, not enough for two hundred catties, and the killing was just a lack of meat, Fang Jing thought about waiting for two hundred catties before killing it, anyway, it won't be long before they have to collect some piglets from the village, Zhang Xiaoxia has already discussed with Fang Jing that they want to raise two or three more piglets.

Time flies very fast, every year, since the beginning of the year, busy with spring planting, busy summer harvesting and summer planting, and busy harvesting beans, this year has gone like this, Fang Jing doesn't know how this time has passed so much, if a year is placed in the previous life, it can be said that a city can be built, but the current Fangjia Village has changed a lot.

Just like Fang Jing's house, the courtyard is covered with smooth stones, the livestock shed has been changed, it is no longer a bamboo shed, but an adobe house, although the house has not been rebuilt, but there are piles of stones as high as a mountain on the side, these are the results of Fang Jing and Chen Erlin for a year, these are the stones used to build a house.

Every household in Fangjia Village is also in a hurry to repair the house, build a house of livestock, although the house built of wood or bamboo can be used, but the snow and windy weather can not stand it, this is also Fang Jing and the village elders after discussing the whole village to launch the transformation of the whole village, now every household has money, less than seventy or eighty runs, more than hundreds of runs, to not care about this cost, have invited some outsiders to help build houses, of course, they are their own relatives, which has made the whole Fangjia Village a big change.

"Brother, why aren't the oranges on this orange tree sweet? So sour. Fang Yuan took an orange and cut it and tasted it, and took a piece and stuffed it directly into Fang Jing's mouth.

"You dead girl, this is not ripe, why is it sweet? You're a waste, be careful I beat you. Fang Jing tasted that the orange was so sour that it was about to turn into a lemon, and pointed at Fang Yuan who ran away and scolded.

"Hahahaha, I can't beat me, you can't beat me, lalala." Fang Yuan had already run away, sticking out his tongue at Fang Jing and grimacing.

"If you have the ability, don't run, if I catch you, I'll beat you to death, a little girl, even my brother dares to tease." Fang Jing didn't get up either, and pointed at Fang Yuan and shouted.

"I'll run, I'll run, you come and catch me, you come and catch me, woo lur." Fang Yuan didn't care what Fang Jing was, he kept shouting, grimacing.

Fang Jing also ignored her, what do you like to do, she beat and cried, she was very naughty if she didn't fight, Fang Jing also had a headache about whether there was something wrong with the discipline of this little girl, she was a seven-year-old baby, and she was so naughty, Fang Jing really had a big head.

Time passed slowly, and winter came, and the leaves fell like clouds under a canopy of heaven; At this time, there was a bright moon hanging in the sky, Fang Jing's family was sitting under the orange tree in the courtyard, and the little babies all sat around Fang Jing, holding their heads with their hands, listening to the story in Fang Jing's mouth with their ears, and the same was true of Chen Erlin and his wife, who were a few steps away from Fang Jing, listening to Fang Jing tell a huge and strange story.

"In other words, Master Sanzang took Wukong and Bajie to the quicksand river, looking at the vast and turbulent quicksand river...... "Fang Jing was talking about the Journey to the West in his previous life at this time.

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