Generally, when it rains, my parents can't go down to work, at this time, my father will come out of the noodle bowl at home, take half a scoop of white noodles out, mix with water, sprinkle chopped pepper leaves, green onions, and burn the fire in the pot, wait for the pot to boil, pour a little oil, and spread out a layer of stirred batter quickly and evenly on the pot, with the scorching fire, after a while, the batter along the edge of the pot will begin to solidify, and then brush a layer of rapeseed oil on the outside of the batter with a brush, and gently shovel it with a spatula outside the batter. Then the other hand reached over and took the spatula and quickly turned the thin, soft dough over the formation.

This is the method of oil swirl, in our family, my grandmother and my father will burn this oil swirl. My dad told me more than once that the most important thing is the heat, so I tried to do the same too, and the batter was all together......

I know that I can't learn how to cook this oil swirl, anyway, there are people in the family who can burn it, and they want to eat it, beg them, and it won't be long before the thin, soft and fragrant oil swirl will be served on the table.

It's far away, let's talk about this pepper tree. In fact, this pepper tree, we still have a few on the village, but some people are very generous, who wants to pinch the pepper leaves, anyway, after pinching, within a few days, new leaves will grow. But a few of them are very stingy, and I don't know what the reason is, and they are very reluctant to let others pinch the pepper leaves and go home to brand oil.

The pepper tree in the old woman's yard grows in the northwest corner of the yard, and there is a wall there, and beyond this wall, it is the mud courtyard wall of the thirteenth master's house.

In the southwest corner of the old woman's yard, there is a poplar tree with blue bark, this poplar, I don't know what the name is, neither salad poplar, nor pimple poplar, in short, in the spring of March, this poplar tree will suddenly grow full of caterpillar-like poplar catkins as long and thick as the fingers.

Every time I see this poplar catkins falling with the wind, I will run quickly to pick up a handful, and then neatly smooth it out, and gently rub the soft caterpillar-like poplar catkins on my face, which feels very soft and docile, and every time I play like this, my heart is very happy.

And every time I was very serious about picking up these poplar catkins that had fallen on the ground, the old woman with little feet walked over from the hall with a black crutch, black with many wrinkles on her face, and pointed at me with a crutch: "Little Liangwa, what are you doing?" ”

I hurriedly stood up from the ground, clutched the poplar in my hand tightly, tilted my head, and saw the old woman dressed in black: "I'm picking up caterpillars!" ”

The old woman was stunned, and then poked the ground with a stick, and the ground card sounded: "How can there be any caterpillars, these are Yang Lazi!" I didn't pay attention to the old woman, I just put the hand holding Yang Xu behind my back, looked at the crutch that poked the ground, and slowly rubbed it out.

Because I'm so scared, this granny's crutch is so powerful, if she pokes me, how can I bear it?!

It was easy for me to dodge the old woman's crutches step by step, and to run along the base of her house, but before I could turn to the east gable of the tiled house, I saw something suddenly sticking out from outside the gable.

It was like a branch that had just been broken off from a tree, and some of its head suddenly protruded, and when I looked at it, I thought that someone was playing a prank on me, playing with me with this leafy branch.

But when I looked closer, I saw where there were branches with curly leaves, and the leaves were as black as the bottom of the pot. I saw that it was not a branch at all, and I was just about to go up and touch it when I heard a sound behind me, as if someone was walking with something heavy on his back.

I thought it was the old woman who came with me on crutches because I wanted to get the oil under my feet, but when I turned my head a little, I saw that the old woman was still standing under the big poplar tree, and her head tilted to look at me.

What's that, gasping for breath behind me. I looked and looked, but I didn't see anything. But before I could turn my head, I felt the black thing that looked like a branch sticking out of the gable, and the curled leaves on it suddenly stretched out.

I immediately looked back, and sure enough, the rolled leaves seemed to be scrambling to be the first to unfold, and I thought they were leaf-shaped flowers, and when they saw me, they vied with each other to bloom.

However, I really thought a little too much, and these leaves, after they were unfolded, the power that I don't know came from stretched infinitely towards me like untied yarns. That is to say, the curly leaves were now stretched out into wool threads that flew towards me, and when I saw them, they were all black and linen, and they were all running towards me with all their might.

I don't know why, but the yarn is almost in front of me. I felt that these yarns were big and that they were not good, so my mother screamed, turned her head and ran under the big poplar tree next to the old woman.

I had just ducked behind the thick poplar, holding on to the not-so-rough poplar with my head out and looking in the direction of the wool. Oh my God, those yarns ran as soon as I turned around, but I didn't expect that the speed that rushed towards me was actually a lot faster.

And they stretched out so many roots, and none of them were entangled, and they rushed at me one after another. I've never seen yarn fly like this. If all these yarns were wrapped around me, wouldn't I be entangled in a big cocoon all at once?

I was so frightened that if these yarns rushed towards me, I would jump over the courtyard wall of the Thirteenth Master's house and run home from the west road. I don't believe they're that long.

At this moment, seeing that the innumerable yarns, like arrows with long tails, were shooting at me, the old woman actually picked up the crutches in her hand, and cried out, "Ah, around the yarns, like desperately shaking a spinning wheel, and wound them all over its crutches."

The old woman's movements were so fast, the strength was so fierce, and the effect was so obvious that I, who was hiding behind the poplar tree, couldn't help but nod my head again and again. I really can't imagine that on weekdays, this old woman walks and wants to fall down, but now in my opinion, there is a heroic taste.

The old woman used a crutch to stir all these wool threads that were chasing me wildly, and after a while, the crutches were like a hemp rope, and a large bundle of these black wool threads were wrapped horizontally and vertically.