The meat in the pot has been stewed for more than three hours. It can be said that the meat is rotten and the soup is thick. Not to mention little sister Dandan, even Yang Dongxu, who had eaten a lot for lunch, couldn't help but pick up a few bones and gnaw on them.
After gnawing the bones, Yang Dongxu began to prepare the dishes for the shabu-shabu dinner in the evening. Although there were no loose beef balls or A-grade fat beef, it was a bit flawed. But there are still a lot of dishes to eat when you put it together.
Of course, there is no need to think about enoki mushrooms. Not to mention enoki mushrooms and shiitake mushrooms are not available in rural areas now, but there are also mushrooms in rural areas that are not picked in the wild but grown by oneself.
Yang Dongxu doesn’t know the specific scientific name. In the countryside, they call it mushroom. It’s the white kind. It’s grown with some animal excrement in a sealed and dark room. The flesh is a bit like Coprinus comatus, but more elastic. It has a lot of flavor when fried. The smell of meat.
It gets dark faster in winter, and the sun has already set not long after we got ready here. Hongying took Dandan to the back house to call her grandparents, but her uncle had already arrived before the sun had set.
After cleaning the copper pot, he sat on the induction cooker he brought back, then poured a bottle of boiling water into it. Yang Dongxu began to put the base ingredients prepared yesterday and the broth that he had stewed in the afternoon. Within a few minutes, a rich aroma came out. , making Dian Shenjun, who was watching next to him, swallow his saliva.
"Stop standing there and watching, go to the kitchen and bring all the dishes over. You can eat them when the grandparents get here." Seeing my uncle staring at the hot pot in a daze, even the child in his arms was worried. Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes without noticing even after he fell.
Father Yang was cooking pot and Mother Yang was preparing dinner. As soon as the aunt arrived, she gave the child to her uncle to help in the kitchen. Only joining the army only saw hot pot and didn't think about doing anything, so he just waited to eat it.
"Okay." Speaking of eating, he was not enthusiastic about joining the army. He put the child in the chair next to him and ran to the kitchen.
"Slow down." Seeing that the little guy who was suddenly thrown away by his father rolled over in the chair, his uncle turned around and ran to the kitchen without paying attention. Yang Dongxu quickly stretched out his feet to block the situation and almost fell to the ground from inside and outside the chair. The child glared at his uncle's back.
With such a lazy and lazy father, I don't know if my little brother will also develop a rogue temperament when he grows up.
Picking up the towel next to him and wiping his hands, Yang Dongxu bent over and picked up Xiaojie. It's cold in the countryside and there's no air conditioning, so children at this time all wear something like a ball. Of course, the most iconic one is the crotchless pants.
Compared with the various patches on Yang Dongxu's clothes when he was a child, and most of them were treated by his elder sister's clothes, the quality of life of this little guy in front of him is undoubtedly much better. A tiger-head hat, tiger-head cotton shoes, and a bellyband to block saliva are now the top equipment for rural children.
The little guy is only seven months old now, and he smells of milk. Rural children cannot afford milk powder. Today's milk powder is a top-notch nutritional supplement for the elderly, so now babies are generally not fed milk until they are one year old.
For Yang Dongxu, a strange big brother, the little guy didn't cry when he was hugged, but looked at him blankly, his big eyes flickering curiously and confused, and he was probably thinking in his little head: Who are you?
Looking at the chubby little face, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but reach out and pinch it. Although children of seven or eight months old cannot walk yet, they are very cute. Although my brother-in-law looks average, my aunt is pretty. Although the little guy in front of me is a boy, he has inherited a lot of his mother's good genes and is naturally very cute.
"Yeah... Yeah..." The little guy was a little reluctant to have his little face pinched. He shook his head to avoid the dissatisfied protest coming from his mouth. A lot of drool drooled from his mouth, revealing a few newly-grown balls. The little teeth that come out look even cuter.
"It's quite heavy to put him in a chair and let him play by himself." The aunt who came into the room carrying dishes said when she saw Yang Dongxu holding her son.
"It's okay, it's too cold on the chair. He's wearing crotchless pants." Although the rural child is solid, even if the weight of the little meat ball in front of him doubles, it will not make Yang Dongxu tired. When he sees his aunt serving dishes, his uncle Not knowing where he went, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but asked: "Where is my uncle?"
"Going to the toilet." The aunt said, put down the dishes in her hands, turned around and continued walking towards the kitchen.
Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes speechlessly. At this time, he felt that there was no sense of violation in the rural proverb that a lazy donkey grinds his shit and urinates when applied to his brother-in-law.
By the time my mother's side had almost prepared dinner, my grandparents also arrived. Behind the big table are naturally the seats for the grandparents. To the east are Yang’s father and mother, to the west are the uncle and aunt, and to the south are Yang Dongxu’s three siblings crowded together on a stool.
"Put the mushrooms and sliced meat in and cook first. When the vermicelli is eaten later, you won't be able to finish cooking it." Yang Dongxu said as he stood up and started to put things into the hot pot.
Eating pot is not unfamiliar in rural areas. In winter, people who have the conditions like to use it to eat meat as a tonic. But the hot pot is still quite fresh.
"Can you eat this because it's not yet ripe?" Yang's mother said when she saw Yang Dongxu throwing some green vegetables in, rinsing them, taking them out and putting them in bowls to give to his grandparents.
"You don't need to cook green vegetables, otherwise they won't taste good."
"Come on, come on, pick up the cups and let's drink some first." Seeing his son getting something into the hot pot, Father Yang raised the wine glass in his hand.
Although it's not New Year's Eve, after the separation, even during the holidays, we rarely all sit down to eat together. What's more, the relationship with my grandparents was not very good in the past few years, so of course we have to drink two cups together today.
Yang Dongxu was banned from drinking in the name of still going to school, even if what Yang's father brought out was medicinal wine. Yang Ma and the other women also drank, so it was adults like them who clinked glasses.
When adults drink alcohol, children naturally drink fruit juice. Originally, Yang Dongxu wanted to bring back Coca-Cola or Sprite, which are rare items for rural children, but after seeing more substantial fruit juice, he naturally ruled out Coca-Cola and the like. Today's juice is real juice, not the kind of stuff that was mixed with additives or something in later generations.
Joining the army likes to drink, but he can't take his eyes away when he sees the juice. It's not that he thinks the juice tastes good, but that he feels proud to drink something that others can't drink. After drinking it, he has something to brag about.
"I'll get you a cup." Seeing his uncle's appearance, how could Yang Dongxu not know what he wanted to do, so he got up and found a cup for him and got a glass of juice.
"Drinking can't stop your mouth." Seeing her husband's appearance, my aunt glanced at him helplessly. Fortunately, the family was sitting together to eat. She knew the virtues of her husband. If he looked like this outside, he would It's not embarrassing enough.
"What do you ladies know? This is really good stuff made from fruit. Does Orange know? This is the orange juice I drank the last time I went to Yanjing." Joining the army glanced at his mother-in-law, looking like a mother-in-law. You guys just have long hair and short knowledge.
When I say that I have been to Yanjing, I have eaten in big restaurants, sat in air-conditioners, and driven in cars. This is the rich capital that my uncle has been bragging about in the village in the past few years. Even if he has been bragging for many years, as long as he takes this If you show your experience, no matter what others say, you will have to stand aside.
"Only you can." The aunt snorted. However, she curiously glanced at the orange juice in front of her husband. She had been married to a town before and had seen the world, but there was juice to drink in the winter, and she was quite curious about what kind of orange juice it was.
Looking at his aunt, Yang Dongxu got up and went to get another cup. This time he didn't get just one cup, but got it for his grandparents, parents, and grandparents.
"Dad, what do you think about setting up a vegetable greenhouse and breeding farm in our village?" Yang Dongxu asked as he put a piece of hind leg bone into his girl's bowl and took a bite of green vegetables.
"Vegetable greenhouse?" Father Yang was a little unfamiliar with this term.
"The vegetables you brought back were grown in the vegetable greenhouse I mentioned. If the greenhouse is completed next winter, we can sell the vegetables we grow.
But it’s a bit too early to do this. Spring will start after the Chinese New Year, and the vegetables grown after the completion will not be sold at the current price. This can be done until next fall, when the vegetables are grown and can be sold in the winter. "
"Can you really grow vegetables in a greenhouse in winter? What kind of vegetables can you grow?" Grandpa Yang Dongxu asked curiously.
He knew how much money he made from bringing back the vegetables from his eldest son's house. If he could grow these vegetables himself and save a fortune, he would obviously earn more. However, no one in the countryside here has ever grown celery or potatoes, so it’s a bit uncertain whether Grandpa Yang Dongxu’s mastery of crops can be grown.
"You can definitely grow it, but due to the soil quality, the potatoes are probably not as big as those grown in the north, but the yields of tomatoes, green peppers, etc. are definitely not low. We have grown these vegetables in the summer and we are more confident. Then we will You can also ask experts to consult before deciding what to plant.”
Regarding greenhouse vegetables, Yang Dongxu only has a general idea of how to build a greenhouse, what should be planted, how to plant and how to fertilize, so he needs to consult a professional.
"Can those experts come to our rural areas?"
Rural people respect scholars very much, especially those who can be called experts. Even though many scholars were reformed through labor in rural areas in the past few years, no one felt that they were inferior. The idea that all people are inferior and only those who are good at reading are still very marketable in today's social environment.
"You don't have to worry about this. I'll just find someone when the time comes. But don't worry about it now. After all, it won't be done until the second half of next year. If you build a breeding farm, you can start construction after the Chinese New Year without waiting for the freeze."
"Then what are you raising?" Father Yang was positive about his son's clever mind. Especially when he came back this time and brought back 10,000 yuan, it made him feel that his son was capable and would not say anything to him. Treat it like a kid acting out.
"You can raise chickens, ducks, etc. But I prefer raising pigs." Yang Dongxu said.
He spent a lot of time thinking about this matter last night and felt that raising pigs had more prospects than raising chickens or ducks. Of course, raising pigs must be a huge investment. Not to mention buying hundreds of piglets is a lot of money. If you don't do this well for many years, you won't be able to turn around.
"Raise pigs." Grandpa Yang Dongxu frowned.
He knew that raising pigs made money, but now almost every household in the countryside raised pigs. There was nothing unusual about this. He felt that the greenhouse vegetables his grandson mentioned were more promising.
