In the early morning, Fang Dajun was awakened by the crowing of roosters. The castrated chickens did not crow, but in order to hatch the chickens, the production team naturally retained a few big roosters to "step on the eggs". Every morning, the crowing sounds started one after another as soon as the sky was dawn, disturbing people's dreams.

A carp thrust on the bed and silently changed out of her big shorts. She had a dream without trace!

My second sister is about to set off to the town. The bus arrives at the town at about 9 o'clock, and it will only stay for five minutes at most. If you miss it, you can only wait the day after tomorrow, so you have to hurry up early.

When he got dressed and went out, he found that the whole family had already gotten up. As usual, his father went to the hillside to see the crops in his private fields. The two sisters were cleaning the floor, while the mother and second sister were busy in the kitchen.

When the weather turns cold, pigs cannot eat raw pig grass, otherwise they will easily become ill. Therefore, villagers will slaughter the pig grass the night before, cook it in the pot the next morning, and directly cook the food that the pig needs to eat for the day.

As he thought about it, he headed towards the kitchen, a little strange. As soon as he arrived, his mother and second sister suddenly fell silent, as if he was intentionally avoiding him. He didn't care. Women's houses had whispers that men could not listen to.

In two large pots, the inner pot is made of pig grass cut from the hillside, and the outer pot is cooking rice. The rice must be cooked until it is half-cooked, then drain the water with a basket, then pour it into the wood for a while and steam it. It is OK. The wood is a wooden barrel with a gap at the bottom, so that the steam can be brought up. When steaming, it is best to use chopsticks to insert some small holes into the rice, so that it can ensure that the rice can be steamed faster and better.

The water that has been cooked is also a good thing. It can be used to soak rice or feed pigs. It is somewhat nutritious, and the villagers are reluctant to throw away the water from washing pots. It is not because of the lack of water, but because the water contains nutrients, which allows the pigs to fatten.

"Mom, are you having dry rice this morning?" Fang Dajun asked happily. His mother was stirring the rice in the pot with a shovel to prevent the rice from sticking to the bottom of the pot. Her second sister was sitting on a small stool to burn firewood. If she was not in a hurry, cooking and steaming rice would be done in the coal stove inside to avoid wasting time on firewood.

"Yes, have a dry meal, and I'll steam some eggs for my son." Fang's mother said dotingly.

Fang Dajun thought about it and ran to get eight eggs out, then scooped with melon and washed them with clean water, and then poured them into the boiling pot, "Cook a few eggs and let my second sister take them to eat on the way."

Fang's mother said happily: "My son has grown up and knows he loves others. Swallow, you should enjoy happiness in the future."

Fang Yan's cheeks suddenly turned red. Her mother had already made it clear to her that her younger brother was not his biological son and wanted her to marry her younger brother, and she expressed silence.

Fang Dajun had no idea about the situation here, and thought his mother was praising him, so he said, "Mom, you and the old man can enjoy happiness in the future, I will support you."

"Okay, mom will know that you are the most filial!" Fang's mother was so happy that she couldn't even close her mouth. As long as her son took her daughter as her daughter-in-law, it wouldn't matter if the villagers knew that her son was not her biological child at that time, because she was already a formal family and her son-in-law was also a son, and she was raised since childhood.

Time passed quickly, and the rice was quickly drained and poured into a large wooden bucket. Then, when the rice soup was a little colder, it mixed it with the eggs, put salt, sprinkle a few peppercorns, put the egg basin on the rice, cover it with a wooden cover, and wait until the rice was steamed, the egg had already been steamed.

Steam the rice soup with eggs together, which will make it more fragrant and tender, and there will be a hint of rice. Scoop a spoonful of steamed eggs and mix them with rice. You can eat a large bowl of rice without any other dishes.

After the meal, Fang Dajun stuffed a boiled egg for each of his two sisters, plus five cents. Then the two sisters ran to school happily. At least half of the children in the school brought their own rice to eat, filling the meal with porcelain cups or thick bowls and wrapping them with a piece of cloth. At noon, they ate the cold rice and cold dishes brought from home. Only when they were lucky could they get a bowl of hot rice soup to make rice in the cafeteria, and even soaking rice in cold water was common. In terms of food, the children during this period were bitter.

If you eat at school, it is actually only two or three cents a meal. This is the price of vegetables. In addition, you have to carry the food to the cafeteria and exchange it for meal tickets. It costs about four or five cents a meal, which is already a lot. You can also buy a big steamed bun to eat, which only costs two cents.

It is not nine years of compulsory education now. Many children finish work after elementary school, and some children even do not study.

The two sisters were having dinner at school, and the father gave them five cents a day. Now he gave them five cents more, so he asked them to buy snacks. Speaking of this, it was a bit tricky. The school had a convenience store, which was run by the principal's mother, and sold some snacks worth one cents. Although the variety was single, there were no children who didn't like snacks. Some children only ate rice soup to make rice at noon, saving the money for vegetables to buy snacks. Over time, they became pale and thin, and they were confused.

"Son, you just spoil them too much. They are still young now. When you grow up, you can still take care of them for the rest of your life." Fang Donghua said with something in his words.

Fang Dajun directly promised, "It's no problem to raise it for a lifetime. I am their only brother and should have raised them."

"Okay, with you, the old man can leave with a smile even if he closes his eyes." Fang Donghua sighed, full of joy. If it weren't for being monogamous now, he wanted his son to take all his daughter and give him a bunch of fat grandsons.

"Old man, seeing that you are talking nonsense again, you and your mother will live for a hundred years." Fang Dajun said in a scorn.

Fang Donghua was even happier when he heard this. It was not too early, so he hummed a small song and went to work on the brick yard. The second sister in the house had also cleaned up. The school now does not have to move in, but only provides beds and bedding, quilts and daily necessities.

Fortunately, it is late summer now, so I can’t bring much luggage, but I also packed two big pockets. My mother and second sister carried one and went to the town. Of course, I could only walk, and the journey took more than 40 minutes.

Fang Dajun didn't follow him, so the vermicelli had to be made quickly and could not be delayed. Sweet potatoes would be digging one after another by the end of the month, and fresh sweet potatoes would easily produce starch.

"Second sister, please try it on the road, remember to write a letter to me." Fang Dajun sent it to the highway.

"I know, brother, please come back quickly. Sister will come back to see you at the end of the month." Fang Yan waved her hand, and her face suddenly turned red again, and she felt a little shy.

This made him a little confused. Could it be that my second sister also had a dream last night? Uh, it was evil!

Seeing his mother and second sister getting smaller and smaller, until they disappeared at the end of the road, he calmed down and ran home. As a result, Shouhou and Qin Da were already waiting.

Both of them took leave and didn't work in the morning, so they came to help him make vermicelli. The skinny monkey also gave him a very important thing, white potato, that is, yam. The skinny monkey is a master of farming. He gave birth to eight children in one breath, which made the family poor, but being able to support eight children is considered a skill. It is not uncommon for children in the 1970s and 1980s to die occasionally.

Because there are many children at home, the father of the skinny monkey has tried to do side jobs, plant fruit trees, and eatable mountain products. Among them is yam, which does not occupy land when planted, and can be sold in the town for some money. However, the planting cycle of wild yam varieties is very long and can be excavated for three years. If it is just a year, there is no problem.

"Your father didn't notice it!" Fang Dajun took three yams with a hint of embarrassment.

"Not yet, but the white vines will dry out in a few days. My father will find it sooner or later." The skinny monkey said with some fear.

Fang Dajun had no choice but to comfort him: "It's okay, then you will say that you will give yam to Secretary Wang."

"Can this work?" The skinny monkey really had the idea of ​​stuffing the white potato back into the soil, but unfortunately it couldn't be stuffed back after picking it.

"I can't listen to my mistakes. Okay, don't waste time. Shouhou, Qin Da, come and help." Fang Dajun said firmly, without turning back the arrow, and at noon he had to explain to his parents why the aluminum scoop at home leaked, uh!

The three of them immediately divided the work, and Qin Da made holes for the ladle. The size of the hole was the size of the vermicelli. It was OK to find a nail to knock it through, but it was a slow job to drill ten holes. You can't knock the bottom of the ladle.

He and Shouhou scoop out the clean water from the large tank, then buckled out the precipitated starch in a large basin, and then asked Shouhou to peel and tinker with the yam.

He first took a bowl of starch, which was used to thicken. He needed to add warm water to synthesize it into a paste, and then add boiling water to stir it into a very sticky ball.

Then stir the alum that has been beaten into powder and a little salt evenly, mix it into the starch in a large basin, and mix the grated starch in, and add warm water.

Clean water accounts for about 50% of the starch. In fact, it is best to dry the starch a little first. This way the vermicelli will be of better quality, but now there is no time, so just let it go.

Finally, mix the yam juice that the skinny monkey has tinkered with, and the steps are OK. Adding yam juice will make the vermicelli smoother and will also give you a refreshing fragrance.

"The speed has leaked vermicelli." Fang Dajun shouted.

The water in the coal pot had already boiled. The three of them moved into the kitchen, followed Fang Dajun to pour the stirred starch mud into the ladle of melon with the holes, and said, "Puff hard with your palms to let the vermicelli leak into the pot!"

"It's so bad!" Qin Da responded and raised his hand and patted it hard. The powdered balls were squeezed out of the small holes. When they fell into the boiling water pot, they would be formed. The color of the sweet potato vermicelli would be a little gray, and the sweet potato jelly was also the same color, but the taste was very good.

After a scoop of minced rice dumplings are finished, the leaking vermicelli is about one meter long, just about the same. At this time, gently remove the vermicelli and put it in a cold water basin to cool down. Then take it out and put it on a wooden stick, soak it in warm water for a while, soak it for a while, and finally take it out and dry it. You have to dry it for an hour first to make the vermicelli more vigorous. Then take it out and expose it to the sun. When the moisture drops to more than 20%, the vermicelli can be sold.

I made three scoops in a row, and the task was completed. After drying, I could produce six kilograms of vermicelli. Now, I look like eight kilograms.

Looking at the vermicelli hanging on the wooden stick, Fang Dajun smiled, took out a dime, and said, "Shouhou, go and cook some soy sauce now, let's cook a bowl of vermicelli to taste."
Chapter completed!