Moreover, this "baiziyi" not only expresses a mother's wish for her children to grow up safely from a metaphysical point of view, but also has a practical function - equivalent to the underwear version of the smallpox vaccine.
Su Qingluan once heard that before the smallpox vaccine and cowpox vaccination method were invented, children would be asked to wear the underwear of recovered smallpox patients to actively be infected with the weaker smallpox virus. Unexpectedly, they were actually infected with the weaker smallpox virus. She encountered it herself.
She couldn't help but wonder, had her body worn this kind of clothing when she was a child?
At this time, Su Qingluan saw that Sun Guixiang had been threading the needle for a long time without success, and her forehead began to sweat. She smiled and said: "Auntie, I know a very easy way to thread the needle, which doesn't have to be so hard."
As he spoke, he put the cotton thread in his palm while the other party looked at him with doubts, and let the side with the needle hole of the sewing needle lie on the cotton thread in his palm. With the other hand, he pinched the tip of the sewing needle and exerted slight pressure to sew with it. Rub the end of the needle back and forth against the cotton thread on your palm.
After a while, the cotton threads became entangled together. Su Qingluan gently pulled the cotton threads that were tangled into a rope, and the cotton threads passed through the needle hole.
"Eh?!" Sun Guixiang opened her eyes wide in disbelief, "Qingluan, are you doing a trick?"
Su Qingluan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I don't know why, but I accidentally discovered that it can thread needles very quickly, so I wrote it down."
This is not a lie, but the process of "accidental discovery" was based on a short online video in a previous life, but this is not enough for outsiders.
Sun Guixiang is pregnant, and she is still in the middle and late stages of pregnancy, with some edema in her lower limbs. Su Qingluan felt that if she continued to bother her like this,
Su Xueyan liked that paper kite very much and was reluctant to leave even if she wanted to leave. Although her good upbringing prevented her from doing the rude thing of taking over other people's things and not letting them go, her dark eyes looked at the kite eagerly, making anyone feel very fond of it.
So Sun Guixiang simply asked the little girl to take the kite back and play with it slowly, and then return it when she has had enough.
The subtext of this statement is: If you give this kite to a child, there is no need to send it back!
Su Qingluan quickly declined: "Asking you to help take care of my little sister is already troublesome, how can I still get things?"
Sun Guixiang smiled and said: "Anyway, no one will play with it at home. It will take several years before I can put the kite in my belly! If you are willing, you can bring your sister to give my child a christening gift. Where?" At this point, Sun Guixiang lowered her eyes and looked at her belly, her voice a little low, "This child lacks some luck and was born in the coldest month of winter."
Su Qingluan originally thought that Sun Guixiang was superstitious about fortune and misfortune, so she quickly comforted her: "I heard that children born in winter are smart and sensible. Maybe you will give birth to a champion?"
Although Su Qingluan herself did not have a preference for boys over girls, she thought that all the ancients did not want to have sons, so she "followed the Romans in the country" and picked up auspicious words that pregnant women liked to hear.
Unexpectedly, Sun Guixiang was not happy at all, and smiled bitterly: "What's wrong with being the number one scholar? The most important thing is that this child can survive this cold winter first - hey, children born in winter are always warmer than those in spring and summer. Times are much tougher.”
Only then did Su Qingluan understand that Sun Guixiang, as a mother, does not want her children to be rich and powerful, as long as they grow up safely - but in this era, it is difficult to realize even this most ordinary and simple wish. Heavy.
She was moved in her heart and asked: "Auntie, my family is recruiting part-time workers these days. If your Li Shunong is busy, he can come to help and earn some subsidies or something - I will post the details on the notice board at the village head today or tomorrow. There."
When Sun Guixiang heard Su Qingluan's words, she did not continue to be immersed in sadness and worry. She immediately raised her head and smiled: "That's a good relationship. The previous time you renovated your house, you hired people at a fair price. The head of my house was still angry. We haven’t caught up with recruitment yet!”
Su Qingluan smiled and nodded: "Auntie, don't worry, no one in my family will be short-changed in wages, and Uncle Li will not be short-changed!"
After a few more pleasantries, Su Qingluan took her sister home.
Although it would still be some time before Su Guangfu and Yang returned, Su Qingluan decided to start work today.
This year, the tofu sellers outside are selling braised tofu. This braised tofu is very tender, smooth and full of bean flavor. Su Qingluan bought a piece and planned to make a hot and sour soup with fried beans first, so that the whole family could eat warmly in this increasingly cold weather.
Starting a fire was still extremely difficult for Su Qingluan. However, although it was difficult, fortunately, Su Qing had already had several experiences of making fire independently. Although she once again turned into a tabby cat, she finally had a near miss and did not turn the kitchen into a black wind cave.
At the same time, Su Qingluan poured half a pot of cold water into the pot to prevent the bottom of the pot from being burned through when cutting the tofu - after all, it was a fine iron pot bought for dozens of taels of silver, and Su Qingluan could not bear to have it burned through hastily. A big hole.
During this interval, Su Qingluan cut the tofu into small one-inch cubes. When all the cuts were done, he simply rinsed it with water, drained the water from the bottom of the pot, and waited for the pot to dry completely.
Then pour in the soybean oil soaked in citrus peels. When the oil is hot enough to form fine bubbles and slowly roll, it means the oil is warm enough. You can slowly slide the tofu into the pot in batches.
This can prevent the soybean oil from splashing out and scalding the skin if the tofu cubes are thrown in mid-air, and it can also prevent the tofu from being put into the pot together and causing adhesion. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
When the tofu cubes gradually surfaced in the oil pan and kept rolling, Su Qingluan knew that the tofu was made. So she quickly fished out the tofu dumplings with a strainer.
Su Xueyan smelled the aroma of oil and ran out of the room. When she saw the wrinkled tofu that had become wrinkled, she was surprised and said, "Sister, your fried tofu is smoked!"
When Su Qingluan heard this, he looked back and was happy: due to the loss of the support of high temperature and frying, the bean paste gradually became wrinkled and the surface was full of vertical and horizontal ravines.
So she explained with a smile: "Only by creating wrinkles in this way can the soup be better absorbed and become more delicious!"
With that said, Su Qingluan pinched a piece of fried tofu puffs and put it into Su Xueyan's mouth.
Su Xueyan chewed it with her mouth. It had the same bean flavor as usual, but this time it had a little more oily flavor: "It still tastes like tofu!" The little girl was a little dissatisfied.
Su Qingluan blinked: "That's because the seasoning depends on the soup outside."
