"Phew, phew! Uncle Shouchang, how do you cook, it's all sorghum husks! ”

"It's just that it's not time to eat the bitter meal yet."

"This nest is hard enough to be used as a stone, and one throws it down and kills the dog!"

Just two minutes after the meal was served, Liu Xiangyang and other educated youths complained one after another. Although the other members didn't say anything, they also nodded one after another.

Bai Mingchuan sat next to him and put the black nest in his mouth, his brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't hear everyone's complaints.

It's really unpalatable, and there are too many sorghum husks. Not only in the black nest, but also in sorghum rice and sorghum porridge.

Although ordinary sorghum tastes bitter, it is at least sticky. Hybrid sorghum is completely different, and the black nest becomes a hard pimple when it is cooled, which makes people's teeth ache.

It's not a big deal if it's unpalatable, it's common for people to eat chaff, and it's not uncommon for people to eat bark and grass roots in the early years.

There are too many shells in the key, and I can't chew it at all, so I can only swallow it hard, and my throat hurts.

Wang Manyin almost spits out a few black shells outside almost every two bites.

The same goes for others.

After a while, everyone was in front of a bunch of black shells.

"The day is cowardly, just this output of 1,000 catties is used for a lot, and the livestock are not fed. Thankfully, we planted less this year! Wang Lianshun couldn't help but complain to Wang Manyin, and was glad in his heart, he originally planned to grow a hundred acres next year.

He was far away from Bai Mingchuan, and he was not afraid of being heard when he spoke quietly.

However, Wang Manyin's heart moved: "Uncle Lian Shun, we can use it to pay the public grain." And as soon as possible, the sooner the better, don't wait for the other production teams to react. ”

"You say the grain station may not accept it?" Wang Lianshun was stunned.

If you think about it, it's possible.

The grain station also pays attention to the collection of grain, in line with the principle of fine grain first and then coarse grain. Wheat and rice are the first priority, followed by millet and corn, and sorghum and dried sweet potatoes are the secondary.

In the original book, the three kinds of steamed buns that Sun Shaoping ate when he was in high school: white flour buns, corn buns, and sorghum wowo, were divided into European, Asian, and African by students according to their colors, which is also the embodiment of the three types of food grades.

In previous years, the grain station was picky about purchasing sorghum, but this year it was replaced by hybrid sorghum, maybe it really won't be harvested.

Thinking of this, Wang Lianshun didn't dare to slack off anymore.

He decided to wait for the sorghum ears to be recovered, and immediately arrange for someone to play the field, dry them early, and then hand over a part.

In short, at noon today, it was said that the team was in charge of the meal, but a group of people shook their heads when they ate.

But one thing to say, this thing is really hungry, and people usually feel empty and their intestines gurgle early in the afternoon. It's a good day, one by one keeps burping.

The smell is particularly rushing.

Some members secretly had ideas about hybrid sorghum, but now they have temporarily dispelled it. If you are caught stealing this crop, it is really a bit wronged.

In just two days, more than 50 acres of sorghum from the second team of Jarzi Village have been harvested. Wang Lianshun arranged for people to dry and hand over the public grain as soon as possible.

Soon, other villages also found that the hybrid sorghum was problematic to eat, so they scrambled to pull it straight to the grain depot.

A week later, the grain station posted a notice in time: the purchase of hybrid sorghum should be suspended, and the specific grain should be corn, millet, dried sweet potatoes, etc.

When many production captains heard the news, they immediately began to complain. You let you plant it, and when the harvest time comes, you don't want it.

But they only dare to say a few words in private, and nothing else can be changed.

Even so, the sorghum can only be distributed to the members as soon as possible, after all, many families have already begun to run out of grain and wait for the autumn crops.

As the members of the villages ate hybrid sorghum rice, more problems were discovered.

This grain is not only delicious and throat-scratching, but also heartburn in the stomach and difficult to digest. Adults are better, and children lie on the kang at night after eating, and shout that their stomachs hurt.

Even many people have dry stools and can't pull them off at all.

The multi-talented sufferer began to weave the chain mouth again: "Hybrid five hybrid five, unpalatable and hard to cook." You can't grind rice, you can't get out of the shell. You can't push the noodles, you can't shoot a film, you can't press Heluo, and you can't roll out eggs...... I can't make, I can't pull it ......"

"Pigs eat hard arch circles, chickens can't eat eggs, people don't poop when they eat, and animals don't swallow when they eat."

Wang Manyin felt that this was quite vivid.

Logically speaking, the suffering people of the Loess Plateau have long been accustomed to eating bran and have a high tolerance for food. It's just that this hybrid No. 5 sorghum is really unlovable, not even as good as wheat bran and rice bran.

The skillful mother-in-law and aunts of each family used eighteen kinds of martial arts to try various methods of hybrid sorghum. Steaming, boiling, pressing...... It turned out that this thing didn't taste good at all.

At this time, the pig subsidy of Shibijie Commune finally came down: every pig farmer can go to the grain station to receive 150 catties of hybrid sorghum with a certificate issued by the village.

Many members realized that what they had thought before was too simple.

Of course, complaining is complaining, and there is no one who really does not take it. You must know that the rations of the members of the Shibijie Commune and the production team have not even reached 280 catties, and they have to eat relief and resale grain every year.

No matter how unpalatable hybrid sorghum is, it is at least a grain. An extra 150 pounds, and when the green and yellow are not connected, it can save lives.

Wang Manyin felt that the original intention of the commune must be good, and he wanted everyone to fill their stomachs. In a state of food shortage, people have no choice but to compromise.

With the example of hybrid sorghum in the past, Wang Lianshun was worried about the hundreds of acres of "Dadan No. 1" hybrid corn planted by the second team. If this thing is also unpalatable, this year's members will have a really hard time.

Before that, the village had been planting Liaodong White and Golden Queen, and although the yield was not high, at least it tasted good.

For this reason, he deliberately asked the members of Huqiu to break more than a dozen ears and cook them to taste, and then put his mind at ease. Hybrid corn is no different from regular corn when cooked.

Wang Manyin's family was not short of food, and after leading the hybrid sorghum distributed by the team, they fed all the pigs.

In order to improve the taste, he deliberately added more cooked earthworms to it. It is said that in half a year, the weight of the big fat pig raised by himself has been almost 130 catties. By the end of the year, it is estimated that it will be able to break through 200 catties.

Wang Manyin didn't plan to be so exaggerated, and planned to sell it early after the autumn harvest.

Even so, his innovative method of breeding earthworms and feeding pigs was widely spread in the commune of Shibijie. This year, many members in several nearby villages have started to try.

So far, the results are good. At least each pig's weight gain of more than 10 pounds compared with previous years after feeding the same time.

***

Ten days ago, Shao'an had already gone to the fifth phase of the county university to report.

When the autumn harvest was busy in the team, Wang Manyin had to go to work every day after eating, and he had no time to pick up his mother-in-law and children, so he could only commute by bicycle by Orchid.

It's not that hard.

Not long after giving birth, Orchid has already begun to learn to ride.

After more than half a year of practice, I am now very proficient.

Every time she asked Xiaoshi to sit in the child seat in front of the car, she tied a wattle basket to the back and put the little girl inside.

The dirt road leading from Jar Village to Shibijie Commune is undulating, but the orchid rides very slowly, so there are no accidents.

Of course, when it rains, there will be Wang Manyin to pick you up.

After an autumn rain, the busy autumn harvest on the Loess Plateau finally pressed the pause button. The members finally had time to rest for two days.

Early in the morning, many people went straight to the Dongla River with their nets, wanting to add some meat flavor to their meals. During this time, the hybrid sorghum of every family was injured.

As a rule of thumb, every time it rains, schools of fish emerge in the river.

Wang Manyin didn't have this leisure, and was woken up by a small stone at dawn.

He first carried the little guy to the side of the kang to poop and pee, and then neatly dressed and put it in the baby seat.

This type of baby seat is made of wood, similar to the walker of later generations, and the child can sit and stand in it.

It was borrowed from the village with the help of the old father-in-law, and I don't know how many children he had served, and the wooden fence on it had been polished to a shiny finish.

There is a baby seat, Wang Manyin saves a lot of trouble, and he can glance at it from time to time.

After settling the little one, he began to busily cook.

Since Orchid became pregnant, Wang Manyin has completely become a housewife and man, and she has become more and more proficient in cooking.

Stir an egg first, add water and put it on the sorghum pot, then beat a few and set aside, ready to wait for the water to boil and pour it into the polenta.

Every morning, the family consumes at least four eggs.

There is no way, the orchid has to supply milk for two children, and the nutrition must keep up. In particular, Xiaoshi grew up day by day, and the amount of food continued to increase, and he was able to eat a single egg custard alone.

Every month, his family can eat more than 100 eggs, which costs nearly seven yuan.

If you change to an ordinary family, it is estimated that you will feel distressed.

Only Wang Manyin's family opened a consignment point, and he could have this kind of extravagant way to eat.

Now the orchid is also used to the fact that his family is rich. Six bucks...... Let Rhubarb help catch scorpions for a day, and you'll almost have enough to save up.

Before the autumn harvest, her husband reported to herself, and in a few months, he earned more than 200 yuan just by catching scorpions.

Of course, this is only on the surface.

If you add those herbs that Wang Manyin secretly sold, the income will only be more. Now the deposit in the space is steadily exceeding two thousand.

However, the two of them usually pay attention to the impact of eating eggs, and every time they throw the eggshells under the stove and burn them. Therefore, many members came to buy things in the morning, but no one noticed anything abnormal.

When the meal was almost ready, the little girl woke up and started to make a fuss.

Then, the little stone sat impatiently and began to grin and cry......

The two of them picked up this and coaxed that, and ate a meal in a hurry.

The dirt roads are muddy and there is no way to ride a bike.

After eating in the morning, Wang Manyin helped Orchid send the two little guys to the supply and marketing cooperative.

When he returned home and brushed the dishes and chopsticks and fed the fat pigs, he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and prepare to go into the space to take a look.

In fact, since the autumn harvest, Wang Manyin has been busy almost every day when he opens his eyes. It wasn't until the evening when the two little ones fell asleep that they could really be idle.

Soon after entering the mountain with rhubarb, Wang Manyin disappeared.

When he came to space, he first took the peregrine falcon outside and released it.

Then, sharpening his knife, Huo Huo walked to the big fat pig in the dirt pit. In the same period of breeding for a few months, this guy is twenty or thirty pounds heavier than the outside world.

If it continues to grow, Wang Manyin can't control it at all, so it's better to end it early.

With last year's experience, everything went very well.

The white knife goes in, and the red knife comes out.

Soon, the neighing of the fat pig stopped...... Next, remove the pig's hair, open the intestine and break the belly, unload eight pieces, and marinate.

It took almost three hours for Wang Manyin to process the pork, and he simply decided to eat in the space at noon.

He directly chopped a few ribs and put them in a large cauldron, adding water and bringing them to a boil. After straining the foam on the top, add chili pepper, green onion, ginger, garlic and other condiments. After simmering for an hour and a half, the smell of meat begins to permeate the space.

Wang Manyin first made a bowl full of potato ribs and bran for Rhubarb, and then ate it himself.

The pork produced in the space tastes fragrant, and he cooks three bowls one after another, and even drinks the soup in the pot cleanly.

After eating and drinking, Wang Manyin had a little headache and looked at the remaining pork.

Pork is different from other things, and the commune is very tightly controlled. Usually, it is difficult to buy it in other places except for the food station. It is only when the Chinese New Year is approaching that some of the black market may flow in.

He thought about it, so he could only go to Mijia Town every once in a while like he did last year, and then come back with a few catties of bacon.

Again, safety is the most important thing.

Before he can't find a suitable way and reason, Wang Manyin will definitely not show off the things produced in the space.

It wasn't until about four o'clock in the afternoon that he returned outside with the rhubarb.

Incidentally, there was a small bundle of fresh licorice root in his hand.

If someone asks why he wasn't at home at noon, he can say that he went digging licorice.

It's just that he didn't go far, Wang Manyin suddenly heard a crisp singing voice from the mountain beam in the distance.

"How far is the road from XX to Huangyuan. I left my hometown and said goodbye to my parents. Who knows that my tonight, looking at the mountains and clouds. Looking at the water flowing eastward, I want the river to seal the family letter. Affliction comes to my heart again, and one day is like a year......"

The melancholy melody gently drifts along the mountain autumn wind.

Quack, quack......

In the sky of Lan Geyingying, a flock of geese slowly flew towards the south. They chirp as if to accompany the song.

Almost without guessing, Wang Manyin knew that this inappropriate song was sung by a female intellectual.

Some time ago, Bai Mingchuan deliberately emphasized at a meeting that let the educated youth sing more positive songs.

However, he is not Zhao Jianhai, and he will not pull people's pigtails because of this, so the educated youths are relatively comfortable in Jar Village now.

It is said that when he heard someone singing in front, Wang Manyin should take rhubarb around.

However, it had just rained, and there was no way to walk in the cliff ditch, so he could only follow the dirt road and rush back.

Who knows, soon there was a high-pitched, heart-rending voice: the mule at the head, the lamp with three lights, and the sound of the bell, wow and wow...... If you are my sister-in-law, the hand you recruited......

I'll go!

Wang Manyin could only stop, unable to move forward.

This voice is very familiar to him, it is Wang Fugui's second son Wang Xishan.

Wang Xishan sang "Driving the Spirit", which tells the story of the old days when men in northern Shaanxi went to the west to make a living, driving people to transport goods, similar to the horse gangs in the south.

It often takes them a month or two, or even half a year, to go out, so they attract inquiries from their families.

Of course, it's actually still a love song.

Wang Xishan is singing it now, expressing his love.

Wang Manyin finally remembered who was the educated youth who sang just now...... Chen Yonghong.

How did these two get involved? To say that Wang Xishan is too bold, he can't eat peanuts.