Xu Qingzhi smiled, the action of the work on his hands did not fall at all, neatly and crisply, and returned to Lin Kai: "It's okay, I'm not tired, no need to rest." If you're tired, you can sit under a tree next to you. ”

When Lin Kai heard this, his body, which was originally tired, was not tired at all!

My sister is not tired, how can he be tired!

"I'm not tired either!"

Then he snorted and waved his hoe.

In the past, people who worked might shout like a trumpet when they were tired, or they would shout "hey" with the rhythm of the hoe, and they would feel less effort.

Young people don't, so they start chatting and polishing their time.

The sweet potatoes were dug out one by one, and Xu Yi asked while sorting out the sweet potatoes: "Eh, have you ever eaten raw sweet potatoes?" ”

"Can you eat it raw?" Zhang Song was surprised.

"Yes." Lin Kai's grandmother is also rural, but her parents bought a house in the county, and she ate raw sweet potatoes when she was a child, "My grandmother also planted sweet potatoes before, and after peeling them, she ate them and ate them, they were a little hard, and they tasted crispy and sweet." ”

"Yes, I ate it when I was a kid, and it was crunchy and sweet." Xu Zijun said.

Xu Yi said again: "If you eat raw sweet potatoes, you will have worms in your stomach, I guess you must be the same as me, you have all taken pagoda medicine." ”

Lin Kai: "I've really eaten it." ”

Xu Zijun: "What is pagoda medicine?" ”

Xu Qingzhi remembers it very clearly, "It's shaped like a pagoda and tastes like sugar, and the two of us were still rushing to eat it at that time." ”

Xu Zijun suddenly remembered some not-so-good memories, and his face showed a bit of indescribable nausea, "Is it the medicine that pulls the worms after taking it?" The bugs are still alive, and sometimes they get stuck in that ......"

"Yes." Xu Yi nodded and said with a smile: "My mother said that the roundworms in my stomach were infected by eating raw sweet potatoes, so I am not allowed to eat raw sweet potatoes in the future." ”

Xu Zijun: "Yes, my mother also said that I never ate raw sweet potatoes again." ”

Xu Qingzhi remembered that when he was a child, he really didn't have any snacks to eat at that time, and he especially liked to eat that pagoda medicine, just like eating sugar, and he was looking forward to when there would be more worms in his stomach.

A child's thoughts, in retrospect, are always so simple and funny.

"It seems that children don't take this medicine anymore."

"I haven't seen much of it."

“……”

Xu Qingzhi popped out inexplicably: "I want to eat baked sweet potatoes." ”

In the past, when I was a child, my family used honeycomb coal to cook rice, and I couldn't bake sweet potatoes at home, so several children would take their own sweet potatoes from the family and go to roast sweet potatoes among the ravines in the mountains to eat.

After it is baked, you have to divide it, this little sweet potato is what you brought, yours. This big one is mine, and that one is who's.

Whichever sweet potato you bring with you, you can eat it when you bake it.

When I was a child, there were really not many things I could eat, and I knew that roasted stinky oranges could become a snack among children, so the sour stinky oranges were reluctant to be eaten one by one.

So roasted sweet potatoes are really one of the few delicious, a hundred times more delicious than roasted stinky oranges.

Xu Qingzhi's voice fell, and someone immediately echoed: "I want to eat too." ”

"I want to, too."

"Why don't you bake a few of them?"

"Roast!"

A few people made up their minds to bake sweet potatoes, but they felt that they were a little embarrassed to come to help.

Xu Qingzhi had already stood up and said hello to Ah Gong and her father on the other side: "Ah Gong, we are going to bake sweet potatoes." ”

The end of the words was uplifted, light and clear, and I could tell that I was really happy to bake sweet potatoes.

Xu Fuqiang whispered in disgust: "This kid said to help......"

"Tell me what she does." Ah Gong screamed, and when he was a son, he had to be silent.

The old man wiped his sweat with the back of his hand and said loudly to the children: "Go ahead, let's go, bake more if you like, Ah Gong grows more sweet potatoes." ”

The mountainous terrain of Taoshui Village is mostly hilly and ravine, and the sweet potatoes planted here are flat land.

Picking up firewood, hiding under the ravine can avoid the mountain wind, digging a pit out, and starting a fire, fortunately Zhang Song carried a lighter, and the fire was conveniently lit.

When the fire below burns to the appearance of charcoal, throw the sweet potatoes one by one and bury them, and add firewood on them.

The weather is quite hot today, and I feel even more hot by the fire.

But several people were staring at the fire around the pile, their eyes full of anticipation.

This roasted sweet potato is not something that can be baked and eaten in a short time, it takes a long time.

After discussing it, two people were left here to stare at the fire, and the others went over to dig sweet potatoes.

Time passed imperceptibly, and the disc-like sun turned orange, and gradually there was a sign that it was about to fall into the sunset, and the work in the field was done.

Ah Gong only planted a few rows of sweet potatoes alone, not much.

When the work was done, the sweet potatoes were almost baked.

Several people gathered around and picked out of the charcoal fire one by one with sticks.

At this time, the skin of the sweet potato has become a dark black charcoal color.

"It's a little different from what I imagined to be a roasted sweet potato." Wu Bodao.

Lin Kai picked up the sweet potatoes that came out first, although they were still hot, but they could be held in their hands, and he said while blowing: "This kind of roasted sweet potato is the most delicious, and it is not fragrant." ”

The sweet potatoes in the fire were all pulled out one by one, and just by looking at the dark appearance, you knew that they must all be ripe.

Not only a few children, but also Ah Gong and Xu Fuqiang.

Xu Qingzhi counted it when he roasted, one for each person, and the roasted ones were all small and small shapes.

If it's too big, it's not cooked, and if it's too small, it won't taste good.

One person took one, squatted up and began to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

Xu Qingzhi took his own one and broke it with his hand, the outside was already burned into black charcoal, but the sweet potatoes inside had ripened to bright yellow, exuding the unique aroma of wood-roasted sweet potatoes.

It's not the same as baking it in the oven.

Xu Qingzhi tasted it, it was hot, it was delicious, and it was exactly the same as the taste in his childhood memory. The taste that spans the years is even more delicious.

Looking at other people's eating appearances, not only are the two hands black, but the one who eats is called a mouth full of smears.

Xu Qingzhi only felt that they were exactly the same as the children who ate roasted sweet potatoes and ate flowers together when she was a child.

And her mood is the same as when she was a child.

Roasted sweet potatoes can really make people happy, and eating roasted sweet potatoes is even happier.

(End of chapter)