As the saying goes: Three springs are too busy to keep up with the first autumn, and food is only counted when it is received at home.
Yang Rui is the strongest worker in their small family. At 3:30 in the morning, he gathered with the members of the brigade to work.
It was indeed very early and it was still dark outside.
But everyone is very positive. After all, if the grain harvest is late, there is a guarantee that there will be autumn rain, and then all the grain throughout the year will be soaked in water.
Then it was really that all the hard work for a year was in vain. I couldn't pay the public food, and the commune members in my village had no food. Then I really couldn't live, and I cried to death.
I go out at 3:30 and usually don’t get to the fields until after 4 o’clock.
The experienced commune members began to cut rice in the dark. When the sun slowly rose, the rice in the fields had already been cut by people of all ages.
The climate here in Yangjiatun can only grow one crop a year, and rice has relatively high water requirements, and it is easy to get diseases during the growth process.
In addition, there is no chemical fertilizer now, even if it is farmyard manure, the amount is not particularly sufficient, so the rice yield is not too much, only about 300 kilograms per acre of land per year.
If it weren't for the fact that he had to pay public grain, and because rice was considered a fine grain, it was more valuable than corn, so the captain of Yangjiatun, Father Yang, still led the members to plant some, but not much.
Because Yang Rui went to work early, Wen Nuan also got up earlier than usual. After all, she also needed to cook something.
Yang Rui's job is physical work, and he can't do it without food in his stomach.
After washing up, Nuan Nuan stood in the kitchen and thought about it, let’s make big rice dumplings! There are all kinds of dishes, nutritious and delicious!
Steam the rice, add potatoes and eggplants, and put them into the rice bag together.
Isn’t there such a saying? Potatoes and eggplants will satisfy the old man to death.
Then I used a small boiler to make a plate of peanuts and fried an egg sauce. (Fire peanuts: add a little oil and fry over low heat until the skin of the peanuts turns red and black, but not mushy. Remove from the pan and sprinkle with salt.)
Then wash the vegetables pulled back from the old house’s vegetable garden, cabbage leaves, green onions, coriander, cucumbers and so on!
I cut a few more slices of bacon and fried them. I made half a pot of egg soup and sprinkled with coriander.
At this time, the rice, potatoes and eggplant are almost steamed, and the potatoes and eggplant are mashed.
Take Chinese cabbage leaves and roll them with rice, potato and eggplant puree, bacon, egg sauce, green onions, cucumbers, peanuts and so on.
Because the food is rich, the rice dumplings made by Wen Wen are also very large, almost as big as two adult fists.
Nuan Nuan took a basket, put a cloth inside, put the rice bags in a big bowl, and covered it with a cloth to avoid getting dirty.
I filled another pot full of egg soup, packed some washed persimmons and cucumbers, packed them up and sent them to the fields.
Nuan Nuan is not in vain these days. At least you know where the rice fields are in the village?
So we didn’t take a long way around and went directly to the rice fields.
Still far away, I was spotted by an aunt who straightened up and thumped her waist. The aunt immediately shouted: "Oh, it's warm! Are you bringing food to your man?"
Then without waiting for Wen Nuan to answer, he turned to the side where the man was working: "The fourth son of the Yang family, the fourth son of the Yang family, your wife is here! I'm bringing you food!"
How loud is the auntie's voice? And because we work in a collective, almost half of the members in this rice field have to hear it!
Wen Nuan was a little helpless. This aunt always told her all kinds of gossip when she was building a house before, and she was so enthusiastic!
Yang Rui heard the shouts of his aunt, looked over here, and saw his wife. The rice was no longer cut, and it was swishing here!
"Daughter-in-law, are you here?"
Wen Nuan looked at him with a smile: "Well, I'll bring you food!"
Wen Nuan got up quite early, but after all, he had been busy at home and had come this far, and it was already dawn.
So after the warmth arrived, people came to the fields one after another to deliver meals.
Yang Rui looked at Wen Nuan and asked with bright eyes: "Daughter-in-law, what delicious food did you cook?"
"Big rice bag, I put a lot of things in it. Go wash your hands quickly and eat after washing!" Nuan Nuan announced the answer directly.
Yang Rui washed his hands by the clean water, and then the two sat down on the ground and started eating together.
The rice buns made by Wen Wen were really big. She picked the smallest one and barely finished it. Yang Rui was different. It took him a long time to eat two big rice buns, and drank half a pot of egg soup. After nibbling on a persimmon and a cucumber, I felt so comfortable that I burped!
The way he gulped down his food made many people hungry.
The autumn grain has not yet come down, and who is not living on a tight stomach? It would be nice to have pancakes mixed with sorghum and cornmeal. How can you be like Yang Rui, who can eat such a good thing without letting go!
After finishing the meal, Wen Nuan said: "There are still several rice bags in this basket. I won't be able to come back from work at noon, so you can make do with some and I will prepare them for you in the evening!"
If you feel cold and don’t want to eat, just go home and make some more. We don’t force these work points anyway! "
Yang Rui smiled at Wen Nuan: "My wife made such delicious food for me, how can I still dislike it? Don't worry, wife!
If I dare to go home and be lazy now, my father will kill me with a stick! "
