If you kill a pig, you will naturally eat pig-killing dishes for dinner.

Pickled vegetables, pig's blood, and fatty meat, stewed in a pot full of them, and considering Grandpa's cough, Du Mei did not add chili peppers.

At the end of the year, in addition to the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, the vegetable oil and water at night of the killing of the New Year pig are the most sufficient, and the three rooms of the big house are full of oil, and everyone is satisfied, only Du Shicheng's face is dark and gloomy.

"Meizi, you remember to soak soybeans at night, Ming'er will take the money, and your sisters will grind tofu. Daikin's family, you can wait for the noodles to be put on later. Sanjin's family, you cut some vegetables tomorrow and come back to make the bun filling. The next night the noodles came with leaven, and steamed steamed buns. "Tomorrow is the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, and Wei Shi gives orders and arranges work.

"Whoa." Du Mei promised that the sisters would never have time to spare.

"Oh." Zhou's urn said angrily. She wanted to say that her heart hurt and she couldn't rub her face, but looking at Wei's gloomy face, she honestly swallowed her words.

"Hmm." Xie Shi did the lightest work, she glanced left and right, and didn't say anything anymore.

This busy year doesn't seem to have anything to do with men, cleaning, washing, steaming, cooking and frying are all women's duties. If it was in previous years, Du Shicheng would have taken Dajin Erjin to the fields to tend to the crops.

Now that Erjin is gone, Dajin is injured, Du Shicheng saw that Tianwo was at home, and watched coldly, only to find out that this family is not what it used to be, brothers, friends, brothers, brothers, sisters, and concubines are all illusions, and it is a matter of time before they fall apart.

Du Shicheng took two puffs of cigarette and felt that he was tasteless, so he stripped off his clothes and went to sleep, but he turned over and over again like a pancake in a pot. Wei only thought that his body was not happy, and he did not dare to fall asleep.

Du Mei gets up early every day as usual, and now that the year is approaching, the family has killed pigs, and there is a little meat at the meal, and she doesn't have to go out to find food, and the family is really busy and can't get out.

Sorghum porridge and sweet potatoes were simmering on the stove, and Du Mei washed yesterday's water with salt and flour by the well, and hung it under the porch to dry.

After breakfast, Du Mei sent Du Ying and Du Tao each to carry a basket of firewood to the old man's house. There are more and more people processing tofu during the Chinese New Year, and there are fewer people buying them, and the tofu sold to the morning market by Lao Jitou has been reduced from three boards to one board, and he will go home before noon, so he must go to the queue early.

Lao Jitou's family provides a tool for grinding tofu, and the processing family brings the soybeans soaked in advance and the firewood from the soy milk, and then pays two cents for the processing fee.

Du Ying and Du Tao went to the old man's house and looked at it, dumbfounded, there were already four or five families lined up with firewood baskets, the family said nothing about making a plate of tofu, if they made some more shutters and dried tofu, they couldn't get off the field for an hour, so they waited until noon to get their turn.

Du Ying asked Du Tao to stand in line, and she went back to report the news by herself.

Du Mei got the news, and he didn't have a problem. She divided the soaked ten catties of beans into two buckets, asked Du Ying to pick them up, and stuffed two sweet potatoes in the morning in her pocket.

Du Mei was not idle at home, Du Gui lit the fire, and she began to make lo-mei.

There are very few condiments in the countryside, but ginger and green onion fennel grown in the ground, wild star anise peppercorns picked in the mountains, plus the soy sauce, vinegar and salt that Du Mei bought last time, and a little soju left over from the last treat.

The pork intestines and pork belly were boiled in water, and the condiments were sewn into a bag, and Du Mei put the two together in a pot with soy sauce, vinegar and salt shochu and boiled over high heat, and then changed to low heat to simmer.

The spices that remove the smell and remove the smell are mixed with the spices of the fragrance and freshness, which excites a strange fragrance and dips into the pork intestines and pork belly. About half an hour later, the fire in the stove was extinguished, and the residual temperature soaked in the lo-mei.

In the past, these were all made by Xu's family, and this practice was also the first in Dujiagou, and people who came to visit the New Year every year were full of praise for his family's dry cut belly slices or fried intestines with green onions. In the past few years, the kitchen has been completely taken over by Du Mei, and the lo-mei is more thick and crispy, and the secret is in this simmering.

Xie Shi is at the kitchen table, chopping meat to make bun filling. The stuffing of steamed buns has always been more vegetables and less meat, but it is a little fishy. And Xie didn't even want to chop this pound of meat, so he rolled the chopping board straight up.

With the passage of time, the aroma of lo-mei changes from thin to heavy, the jerky condiment flavor blends into the meat, and the layering of the sense of smell doubles until you have me, and there is no distinction between you and me.

Xie Shi was stimulated by this fragrance and her stomach growled, and she was stubborn all year round, and she helped the cook several times as if she were dealing with errands. On weekdays, she just needs to make her mother-in-law happy. It's really embarrassing for her to chop stuffing today, she only feels that her hand is sharpened by the knife, and she is afraid that it will blister.

Xie Shi was reluctant in her heart, but she still chopped it a few more times, her heart was clear, her in-laws were in a bad mood, and she couldn't die and bump into it.

The lunch during the busy year is so-so, last night's pig-killing dishes were still some, Du Meijia fried a pot of snow mushrooms, without grandma's permission, she will not touch the meat, so just stir-fry. The rice is cornmeal gnocchi soup, and this one is made quickly and cooked quickly.

Du Mei put some pimple soup in a stoneware pot, put it in a basket, and delivered food to Du Ying and Du Tao, leaving Du Gui to clean up the kitchen at home.

It's already lunch time, and the old man's house is still crowded. The big green mule spun in circles, grinding the beans all the time.

Hanging pulp, boiling pulp, point marinade, pressing, changing the knife, 10 catties of soybeans to make a plate of tofu, the delicate tofu trembles, I am afraid that it will be broken as soon as I use it, so I can only raise it with water and pick it home. The remaining bean dregs can be fed to chickens and ducks, or you can add some dried chili peppers and stir-fry them to make a side dish for porridge.

Du Ying and Du Tao ate the pimple soup, and it was their turn.

The old head is actually not old, about 30 years old, and grinding tofu is a family handicraft.

As the old saying goes, there are three hardships in the world, and the boat is beaten and the tofu is grinded. Because he has to get up in the middle of the night to grind tofu, his hair is hard and white, and he looks older.

His parents are dead, it is said that it is a good thing that a woman will be the master of the house as soon as she marries, but ordinary people can't bear the hardships of this industry, so now the marriage event has not declined.

Du Mei and Du Ying helped shake the shelf of the slurry, allowing the old bench head to eat with his hands free.

The old man opened a small pot next to him only to find that the leftover porridge from yesterday had been eaten by him in the morning, and now there was nothing. He touched his head, he was at a loss, there was no woman, and he couldn't even eat hot food at home.

"What's in your house? I'll do some for you. Dumay saw his embarrassment and said.

Du Mei's cooking skills are well-known in Dujiagou, and the old head laughed embarrassedly: "That's embarrassing, there are still some white-flour eggs at home." ”

Du Mei picked up a clean basin and poured out some fine white noodles, beat two eggs, add a little salt, and mix with water and stir well. Du Tao has already soaked the pot and boiled the water, Du Mei took a pair of chopsticks, put a long and narrow clip on the dough, and quickly threw it into the water, and so on, and soon the boiling water floated out of the tender noodle fish. It's tempting to be crowded and crowded.

The old man was dumbfounded, but a bowl of noodles with the smell of eggs would be fine.

He ate a bowl while it was hot and touched his mouth, it was really delicious.

"If you add shallots and coriander, it tastes a little better." Du Mei was afraid that the old man would dislike him, so he hurriedly added.

"No, no, no, it's much better than what I did myself." How can the old man have the qualifications to dislike it, he is used to being hungry and full.

After eating a full meal, the old head continued to do things, Du Mei deliberately took a stoneware pot and filled it with some soy milk, ready to take it back to Grandpa and Mother, and these sharp foods cannot be eaten on weekdays.

The old head thanked Du Mei, the work was carefully done, the tofu was not old or tender, and there were many shipments.

Du Mei carried two buckets of water-raised tofu, Du Ying held a jar of soy milk, and Du Tao carried a basket of bean dregs. The three sisters went home laughing and laughing.

The soy milk was still hot, Du Ying sent a bowl to Xu's, and the rest was given to Du Shicheng and his wife.

The lo-mei in the pot was already cold, and Du Mei put the intestines and stomach together with the marinade in a large sand bowl. The weather was cold, and the brine quickly froze with gum.

The noodles have been initiated, and steaming steamed buns is a big job, which requires the participation of all the women in the family, except for the Xu family who is in confinement. After dinner, Wei, Zhou, Xie, Du Mei sisters, and even Du Xing stayed in the kitchen to work.

In the afternoon, Wei sent Zhou to the mill to find two steamer drawers, and she herself used straw to pull a round straw handle as big as a pot. Put this around the pot to save firewood and gather more gas.

Although Du Gui is small, he is a fire-burning veteran, and the stove is naturally handed over to her.

Zhou is responsible for kneading the dough and pulling the dough, Wei, Xie, Du Mei, and Du Ying are responsible for making buns, although Du Xing is one year older than Du Ying, she is a young lady's body, and she can't do anything, so Wei asked her to put the raw buns on the drawer one by one. Du Tao is responsible for watching the time and stacking the steamed buns into the big round plaque, which is both fast and careful.

After all, Wei is old and busy for five or six pots, so he can't hold it anymore.

"Mother, you go back to the house and rest, we are here." Xie is the best at observing words and feelings.

Zhou Shi rolled his eyes at her, who wouldn't be a good person: "Yes, mother, my brother and sister are much more capable than last year, and they can wrap up pleats." ”

Wei looked at a room of people, and when he saw the two daughters-in-law say this, he didn't say anything, yawned and went back to the house to sleep.

"The third one, you move quickly, the pot is cooked, and your drawer is still missing." Zhou pulled a bunch of noodles, stuffed buns into his mouth, and sat and said cool words, but he didn't stretch out his hand.

Hsieh's buns are comparable to embroidery. There's always a way for the stuffing to get out everywhere, and her buns are full of "patches".

"Eat yours, beware of choking!" Xie's hands were flustered, but his mouth was numb.

"Don't you be able to say, you have the ability to do it, pretend to be a good person!" Zhou mocked.

"Sister-in-law, I think you were confused by the county lord, do you want your mother to stay up late with us?" Xie's sentences contain needles, and the stabbing of Zhou's body is incomplete.

"Stinky bitch!" Zhou's sore spot was stepped on hard, and as soon as she grabbed Xie's hair, she was about to start.

"Auntie, third aunt, the kitchen is too small, you go to the courtyard to fight." Du Mei looked at the two adults and said coldly. Are these two cockfighting? It's endless when we meet.

The two glared at each other, no one was convinced, and turned their heads to go their separate ways.

Finally, a large pot of stuffing ran out, and it was almost the end of time.

Du Gui was too small, and his sleepy eyelids drooped.

The rest of the noodles are made into steamed buns, which is all Zhou's work.

"My job is done, you are slowly busy." Xie Shipi said with a smile, and took Du Xing back to his house.

"Third sister, you and the fourth sister should go to sleep first." Du Mei looked at her sister and felt distressed.

"I didn't sleep, I didn't sleep!" Du Gui woke up suddenly, and looked around blankly with his eyes open.

"Hey, you're all gone, and you still can't do the work!" Zhou can't afford to lose.

"Whoever says not to do it, Du Ying and I can just be here." Du Mei said disdainfully.

Du Tao took Du Gui away.

Du Ying lit the fire, Du Mei was in charge of the pot, she moved quickly and didn't stumble at all.

The last pot of raw steamed buns was cut, and Zhou didn't even wash his hands, so he ran away.

The stove was steaming, and the kitchen was foggy. Du Mei did things well, the last pot of steamed buns came out of the cage, and the kitchen was cleaned up.

Pick up the steamed buns, sit on the pot with water, and block the stove with bricks. Du Mei and Du Ying went back to the house to sleep, only to see that the crescent moon had fallen in the west on the dark sky.