The hired workers of the workshop provided two meals a day, both at noon and in the evening.

The food is not good, the staple food is mainly millet, sorghum, wowotou, the dish is boiled cabbage, in winter, that is, tofu, frozen tofu, sauerkraut.

However, this is not bad, ordinary people, it is not easy to eat these.

After the winter solstice, the hired workers have been divided into two shifts and work in the house.

Song Qingyuan gave Lao Gen's daughter-in-law, a chicken, and a dozen chicken livers, and added food to the hired workers who came today.

And he set aside a chicken, and the rest of the liver, for tomorrow's hired servants.

"Owner, kind-hearted!" Lao Gen's daughter-in-law smiled.

It is their blessing to meet a kind owner.

Song Qingyuan smiled, "Auntie, do a good job, I won't treat you badly." ”

"Hey!" Lao Gen's daughter-in-law responded excitedly.

Two very ordinary, rotten words of encouragement, Lao Gen's daughter-in-law listened to it, as if she had received some kind of promise, and she was even more energetic.

Carrying a basin of chicken and chicken liver, he happily went to cook for the hired workers.

............

It was almost noon, and the Song family's dinner had to be prepared.

Today happened to be Ye's turn, two chickens, with chicken liver and potatoes, began to stew.

"Yo, today's food is good......" Li walked in from outside, passing by the kitchen, and smelled the smell of chicken.

She is in charge of the two groups of hired workers today, and the hired workers are ready to eat, and she also comes back, ready to eat.

Snorting vigorously, Li asked, "Yuan'er, how many chickens did you kill at home today, why did you give them back to the hired workers?" ”

Li was puzzled, why did Song Qingyuan suddenly want to improve the food for the hired workers?

Rural people are generally reluctant to eat like this.

Song Qingyuan stretched out a palm.

"Five?" Li Shi said in surprise, "Why do you kill so many?" ”

Ye, when Song Chengli killed the chickens, she had already gone to the workshop, and she didn't know how many chickens she had killed at home.

"Mother, it's fifty!" Shiro jumped over, wearing a rustic padded jacket, and said exaggeratedly.

"Fifty?" Li screamed, "Kill fifty, then when will our family be able to eat ......?"

"It's better to eat and kill!"

Li smiled as he said this and licked his lips.

Fifty chickens, wouldn't she be able to eat chicken every day?

Song Qingyuan rolled his eyes, "Mother, you think too much......"

............

After lunch, the three-room family, Song Qingyuan, Zhou's, and Lao Gen's daughter-in-law were busy in the kitchen again.

Song Qingrong Zhou is responsible for removing the chicken, Ye's, Song Chengli, and Lao Gen's daughter-in-law are slapped and chopped.

Chopped chicken, Song Qingyuan add salt, eggs, mix in your own seasoning, and stir evenly.

Then knead them into balls.

Song Qingmo was in charge of lighting the fire and cooking the meatballs.

Once cooked, take it outside to freeze immediately.

And so the chicken balls are made.

Song Qingyuan picked up a chicken ball and put it in Zhou's mouth, "Taste the milk, how does it taste?" ”

Zhou's tongue moved slightly, and he tasted it carefully, "The chicken tastes very delicious, and it tastes softer than chicken." ”

"If you like to eat milk, then stay at home and give milk ** pill soup to drink." Song Qingyuan said with a smile, stretched out his chopsticks and took another one to taste for himself, and the taste was not bad.

It's just that there is no starch, and when you pinch the balls, it is not easy to get together.

Starch?

Song Qingyuan had a flash of inspiration, and starch has many uses.

It seems that there is no starch in this era, at least not in Yulin County.

So why not open a starch processing workshop?

I thought about it.

We'll have to wait until the beginning of spring next year.

"Sister, give me a taste?" Shiro slammed at the door, staring blankly.

"Are you done writing in large letters?" Song Qingyuan asked.

Shiro stretched out two fingers and narrowed his eyes, "It's just a little bit ......"

It's strange to believe you!

"Open your mouth!" Song Qingyuan Road.

"Ah......h

"It's delicious, sister, I still want to eat it......" Shiro looked at it with a blank eye.

Song Qingyuan took the opportunity to feed a few more.

Song Qingrong, Song Qingmo and others also tasted it separately.

"Sister, I haven't eaten enough!" Shiro said.

"You can't eat it! Eat it when it's time to eat! Song Qingyuan said.

"Sister......" Shiro immediately pretended to be pitiful, "Sister, I hurt you again, poor brother......"

"Heh......" Song Qingyuan sneered, this little fat man will pretend to be pitiful.

If he is pitiful, there is no unpitiful baby in Songjia Village.......

"Go out and study......" Song Qingyuan urged, "If you read the book, you can have anything delicious." ”

"I can't read well...... Song Qingyuan looked at him threateningly, "You can just eat the leftovers......

"My sister doesn't hurt me anymore......" Shiro put down his words and ran back to the study.

Song Qingyuan shook his head helplessly.

Shiro was originally a crooked bear child, but now he has become a crooked bear child who can be coquettish, behaved, and have a lot of careful eyes.

Ay! Bear kids are still bear kids!

.............

By the time it was time for dinner, the chicken balls had all been made.

More than 40 chickens made two large pots full of chicken balls.

Song Qingyuan asked Song Chengli to roughly weigh it, about sixty-five pounds.

In other words, a chicken can produce almost one and a half pounds of chicken balls.

Song Qingyuan left twenty catties for the family, and the rest was sent to the natural residence as usual.

Picking out a small basin of chicken balls that had not yet been frozen, Song Qingyuan entered the kitchen.

"Third aunt, I'll make some chicken balls and let the family taste ......" Song Qingyuan greeted Ye.

"Hey! Cheng, you can use the small stove over there! Yip pointed to the other side.

Two quarters of an hour, a pot of chicken ball soup, two plates of fried chicken balls, two plates of chicken balls and cabbage stewed tofu, baked.

Ye Shi looked at the oil used for fried chicken balls, and felt distressed for a while.

I secretly thought in my heart, this is Song Qingyuan.

If someone else used so much oil, they would definitely be scolded by the old lady.

At this time, Ye's meal was also ready.

With the help of Song Qingrong and Song Qingmo, the two brought the dishes and rice to the table.

Shiro's small eyes were fixed on the chicken balls, and his saliva was dripping.

Waiting for Zhou to announce that he was starting to move chopsticks, Shiro quickly picked up a chicken ball, threw it into his mouth, and hit it into his stomach.

The movements of the hands are not slow, one after another, and while eating, he says, "It's delicious!" It's delicious! ”

Bear kids!

Song Qingyuan shook his head, the bear child is just smart, and he is pretending, not as good as an adult.

When you come across something delicious, you will be exposed in its original form.

Look at Li again, unhurried, and standardized movements.

The speed of eating has not fallen at all.

"Shiro, after eating for a while, I'm writing five big ......characters," Song Qingyuan said lightly.

Shiro choked, and a hiccup hit him, looking miserable, "Sister, why is this?" ”

Song Qingyuan smiled but did not speak.

After eating, the juniors began to clean up the table.

At this time, the gate of the Song family was pushed open, and a group of villagers came to the Song family together.

Song Qingyuan was puzzled.

A group of people came together, what happened?