So Lin Yuanqiu, who was very excited, opened the kang cabinet in a few seconds and took out the deep-hidden clay pot under a pile of rags.
Then, under the surprised gazes of Lin Sanzhu and Feng, he took out a red persimmon and two flat and waxy persimmons...
"Dad!" Lin Sanzhu didn't care about his bare feet, hugged the broken pottery pot with a chipped mouth, and ran quickly to the main room.
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Chapter 10 Persimmon
Seeing the cheerful back of the cheap dad picking up the jar and walking away, Lin Yuanqiu suddenly felt regretful. Why did he get so hot-headed?
Now the matter of secretly hiding the fruit has been exposed. Where would he put his face?
The most important thing is how he, a five-year-old child, will explain the origin of these things later.
It can be said that the persimmons were picked up by oneself after falling on the ground, but as for those persimmons, they would not be like this without processing.
You can't just "chip" from the tree and fall into a cake.
Lin Yuanqiu's brain cells were spinning again and again, and he had to quickly think of a way to deal with it.
Alas, Lin Sanzhu, Lin Sanzhu, you are such a cheating father. Your son gave you delicious food as a way of honoring you, but you actually sold your son.
Sure enough, not long after, Lin Sanzhu, who was barefoot, ran back very excitedly. After putting on his cloth shoes in a few seconds, he picked up Lin Yuanqiu who was dazed, and then he couldn't wait to go to the main room. went.
Lin Yuanqiu still held a trace of fantasy, "Dad, where are my persimmons?"
"It's all for your grandma!"
Lin Sanzhu answered naturally.
Lin Yuanqiu gritted his teeth. He and his two sisters had only tasted one, so they were all confiscated?
It seems that he must remember in the future not to get carried away when things happen. If he hadn't had a little bit of desire to show off this time, he wouldn't have been singled out.
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In the main room, Lin Dazhu and Lin Erzhu were pulling on their shoes. They were just about to wash their feet and get on the kang when they were called over by Old Lintou.
At this moment, the two brothers saw that my mother was holding something like a pancake in her hand, and she looked very precious. Lin Dazhu and Lin Erzhu were a little curious, "Mom, what is that in your hand?"
Why have I never seen it before?
Mrs. Wu just smiled and said nothing. She picked up the scissors in the basket and clicked the persimmon a few times. She quickly divided the round persimmon into several pieces, then pushed it in front of her two sons, "You two, hurry up." Try it!"
Wu's face was filled with uncontrollable joy. She and the old man had already tasted one just now. It was sweet, glutinous and soft, and it was really delicious.
Lin Dazhu and Lin Erzhu didn't hesitate. They each picked up a piece and stuffed it into their mouths. After chewing a few times, their eyes lit up.
"Mom, where did this pastry come from? It tastes delicious." Lin Dazhu couldn't help but ask.
This cake is sweet and glutinous, so delicious.
Lin Erzhu on the side nodded and agreed with his brother's statement. He also felt it was sweet and soft when eating it, which was indeed quite good.
"This is not a pastry. The third child said this is called persimmon cake. It is made from the persimmons in our backyard. Haha, this is the first time my mother has heard that persimmons can be made into cakes, and they are so delicious."
As she spoke, Mrs. Wu opened the jar on the kang and took out all the remaining ten pieces of persimmons. "There are still many persimmons in the jar, which were all saved by Gouzi. I heard from Lao San that these persimmons are also It was made by a dog."
"I don't know how Gouzi came up with the idea." Old Lintou had already been excited for a while. Now that he saw so many persimmons, he couldn't help but pick up another piece and look at the oil lamp carefully.
The orange-red persimmons were particularly crystal clear under the light of the oil lamp. There was also a thin layer of icing on the cakes. Old Lintou was certain that if the persimmon stems hadn't still grown on them, no one would have thought of this soft and sweet cake. , made from persimmons.
Seeing the surprise on the faces of the eldest and second eldest brother, Lao Lintou was not surprised at all. He was also quite surprised when the third eldest brother brought the jar over.
Who would have thought that a five-year-old kid could think of making persimmons into persimmons and eating them, and I don’t know how his brain grew.
Old Lintou automatically ignored Lin Yuanqiu's secret hiding of persimmons. After all, the food called persimmons was the most attractive at the moment.
He had already thought of a way to make money with persimmon cakes.
Obviously, Lin Dazhu and Lin Erzhu also thought of this.
I think there must be a lot of people who like such a rare food.
Lao Lin didn't let the first few wait for long. Lin Sanzhu, who was holding his son, rushed in like a monkey, and then put Lin Yuanqiu on the kang. How do you make persimmons?"
How to do it, just do it like this.
Lin Yuanqiu could only roll his eyes at his father. He had never seen him cheat his son so thoroughly.
Looking at the situation in the room, it was like a three-party interrogation. Lin Yuanqiu thought to himself, why not just close his eyes and howl, so that they would have nothing to do with him.
Otherwise, he might get beaten later. After all, the incident where my fourth cousin stole a persimmon and ate it, resulting in a red and swollen butt, happened not long ago.
Moreover, the fourth cousin only ate one secretly at that time. Compared with his own jar full of persimmons, his crime was much lighter.
Lin Yuanqiu, who was obsessed with the persimmons, had no idea which persimmons the people in the room were paying attention to. It was no wonder that coming from the 21st century, he would have never thought that the persimmons that were common in his previous life were not eaten like this in the Da Jing Dynasty. Law.
So when Lao Lintou mentioned Persimmon again, Lin Yuanqiu didn't think about it and just said the response he had already thought of.
"It was the strong wind that blew the persimmons down." Lin Yuanqiu's face was full of seriousness. "My grandson tasted a bit bitter after eating it, so he wanted to put it in a jar and cover it. The kang was warm, and the persimmons were ripe."
After listening to Lin Yuanqiu's words, a few people remembered that, yes, after the unripe persimmons were blown down by the wind, they were hard and astringent and could not be eaten. But when they looked at the persimmons in the jar, they had already turned into It's orange-red and soft to the touch.
In this way, persimmons do not necessarily have to wait until they are ripe and soft before they can be picked.
Lin Dazhu was a little excited. He seemed to know how to ripen persimmons.
Old Lintou also thought about it, and he knew in his heart that if the ripening method worked, then his own persimmons could be on the market many days earlier than others.
The advantage of this is that you can decide how much per kilogram you want, and there will no longer be piles of persimmons that cannot be sold at a high price.
Lao Lintou suppressed his excitement and planned to try the ripening method when the persimmons grow next year.
Lin Yuanqiu also had a plan for how to make persimmon cakes.
He organized his language, imitating the tone of a five-year-old child, and said, "When my grandson saw some persimmons were broken and their skins were broken, he imitated the way of drying the melons. He also peeled the persimmons, and then dried them until they were dry." On the firewood bed, when my grandson remembers to look at it again, the persimmons will look like this."
When it comes to making persimmons, Lin Yuanqiu really didn't talk nonsense. In fact, the origin of these persimmons can be regarded as unintentional.
Many of the persimmons that fell at that time had their skins broken. It was a pity to lose them like this, so Lin Yuanqiu imitated how his grandma made persimmons in his previous life, tore off the skins of the broken persimmons, and then dried them on the firewood pile in the backyard. superior.
Because there was a lot of firewood in the firewood pile, and the location was relatively remote, a few persimmons sitting on it were inconspicuous, so in the next few days, Lin Yuanqiu had forgotten all about it.
No one at home paid attention to that area, so when Lin Yuanqiu thought about it again, he found that the persimmons had been dried successfully.
Then Lin Yuanqiu learned from his grandma's technique and gently flattened them one by one, so that they became what they are now.
Under Lin Yuanqiu's continuous comparison, Lao Lintou, Wu, and Lin Sanzhu finally understood how to make persimmons, and subconsciously believed that these persimmons were made by chance.
This kind of understanding is exactly what Lin Yuanqiu wants, otherwise it would be unreasonable for him, a little kid, to suddenly do this.
"Gouzi, don't tell others how to make persimmon cakes. Do you understand?"
Old Lin touched his grandson's head with a very serious tone.
"Yes, Gouzi." Lin Sanzhu also said, "What you said to grandma, grandma, and uncle tonight, don't tell anyone else again, you know?"
Lin Dazhu and Lin Erzhu also warned: "Gouzi, your father is right, we can't tell others how to make persimmon cakes."
At this moment, Lin Yuanqiu finally came to his senses. This persimmon cake was his first in Da Jing Dynasty.
This can also be understood why I didn't let myself talk to anyone. I guess it was with the idea of making persimmons and selling them in the future.
Yes, that must be the case.
After understanding the reason, Lin Yuanqiu couldn't help but feel a little surprised. If he could really make persimmons to earn money, it would definitely be a great thing for this impoverished family.
Therefore, only a fool would tell anyone about such a good way to make money. Lin Yuanqiu shook his head and said seriously to Lao Lin: "If my grandson doesn't tell me, he definitely won't tell me."
Even if you beat him to death, you won't even say a word.
Old Lintou was very pleased that his grandson was becoming more and more sensible.
Now that the question is clear, nothing will happen to Lin Yuanqiu next. Old Lintou asked Lin Sanzhu to send Gouzi back to his room first. Although the persimmon making will not start until next year, the father and son are very interested at the moment and want to go ahead. Make some plans.
Lin Sanzhu took off his coat and wrapped it up for Lin Yuanqiu. There was a long way to go from the main room to the third room. It was late at night, so don't let your son freeze.
"Daddy, my persimmon."
Lin Yuanqiu wanted to fight for the last time to see how much he could get back.
Yes, I saved these persimmons one by one.
Lin Sanzhu was a little belatedly, and then he remembered that Persimmon was eaten by him.
"Dad, these persimmons were saved by a dog."
Lin Sanzhu's implication was that his son had to move back into his room after finally saving up.
Mrs. Wu pressed the jar, and there were at least thirty persimmons in it. She just didn't know about it before, but now she definitely couldn't let the third child take them all.
In the end, Old Lintou made the final decision, and everything was divided equally among the heads. Each person got two of the thirty-five persimmons, and the remaining one was given directly to Lin Yuanqiu by Old Lintou. As for the persimmons, one piece per person was definitely not enough, so Wu took out the scissors and cut them into seventeen or eighty pieces in an instant. Now everyone could have a piece, so they wouldn't suffer any loss. Who.
Lin Yuanqiu felt that Wu must have differentiated his white-faced steamed buns based on experience.
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As the twelfth lunar month approaches, the weather is getting colder.
In the middle of the night, Lin Yuanqiu vaguely heard rustling outside the window. Was it snowing?
He tightened the quilt, turned around, and soon fell asleep again.
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Chapter 11 Morning Class
Lao Lintou and Wu woke up just before midnight. When they saw the white outside the house, the first thought in their minds was that the dog would definitely not go to school today.
So Old Lin got on the kang again, took the buckwheat pillow and put it on his back, and cut the tobacco with scissors.
When Mrs. Wu saw it, she couldn't help but say, "It's still dark in the room right now. Where can I cut thin tobacco?"
Old Lintou didn't take it seriously. He had been doing this job for decades. Now, regardless of whether the room was bright or not, even with his eyes closed, he could understand how to cook these tobacco leaves. As for whether the cut tobacco is thin or not, don't worry, it's just something that is burned in the pot, so who cares about this.
Wu couldn't help the old man's disobedience. Anyway, in all the years they had been married, he had never heard of her once.
