In rural areas, there are usually two stoves, some with one on each side, and some with two sides connected together. There is also a stove connected to a fire pit. In winter, the fire is usually kept off, so that the indoor temperature can be maintained and hot water can be heated.
Yun Shu's house has two stoves connected together, and the iron pots are also large and small.
In the first few years of the large-scale steelmaking, the iron pots were handed over to the canteen for making iron. After the canteen was disbanded, the village could not find a way to buy pots, because the iron pots not only cost money, but also industrial certificates.
At that time, most people in the village didn't even have money, let alone the industrial certificates that were only issued to workers.
It was Da Ya's father who thought of a way to make dozens of families in the village buy enough pots.
Yun Shu shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He steamed the rice and started to pack the fish.
Thank you for learning how to cook when you were living alone. Otherwise, no matter how good the ingredients are, it would be useless to catch up with a young lady who doesn't touch Yangchun Shui.
This is about the education method of Yun Shu's parents. On the one hand, they naturally pamper their children and never say a word about money or things; but on the other hand, they strictly demand that they do their own things.
Yun Shu grew up in a rural area until she was twelve years old. During school, her brother, who was only three years older than her, spent most of her breakfast time, and her mother didn't care.
Yun Shu has been doing her own laundry since she was eight years old, either by hand or in the washing machine, and even her mother doesn't care.
Therefore, Yun Shu's hands-on ability has always been good. After living by myself, I got tired of eating outside food, so I studied the recipes and it tasted pretty good.
These two gorgeous lambs weighed just over a pound in total. Apart from salt, there was no seasoning at home, so Yun Shu decided to steam them.
However, she still smuggled some soy sauce and cooking wine from the space, added some onions, ginger and garlic, marinated the fish, put it on the fish plate, and steamed it directly.
After cooking the fish, Yun Shu looked at the crickets in the bucket. These things were too delicate. They were so young and had no vitality. No wonder they were almost extinct in the 21st century.
Yun Shu simply fished them all out, dug out the mud from the front yard, wrapped them one by one and stuffed them into the kang stove, euphemistically calling them "beggar shrimps".
After clearing the stove, Yun Shu went to the front yard to thin out cabbage and radish seedlings. The seedlings that came out could be used as vegetables and would be good for eating tomorrow.
When Da Zhuang returned home with his bag, the smell of fish and rice had already spread. Fortunately, Da Ya's family lived in a remote area. Otherwise, the gossip would have spread to the ears of Da Ya's grandma and second aunt, and I don't know what trouble would have happened. Come.
When Da Zhuang came back, he fixed the door first and said impatiently: "It's so fragrant, sister, what delicious food did you make? Why can I smell the fragrance of fish?"
Yun Shu took the bag from Da Zhuang's hand and opened it. He saw a handful of soybeans, about two taels in size. Then I saw him stretching his neck to look into the main room, and said with a smile: "Get some water to wash your hands and face first. I'll see if you're dirty."
Da Zhuang also looked at himself and said with a silly smile: "It's good enough to be buried." Then he looked at his sister with some doubts: "Sister, I find that you are getting better and better in speaking."
Yun Shu felt a sudden thought, and saw that his younger brother didn't pay much attention to it, so he felt relieved, "You will know when you go to school. People with a bit of education all speak Mandarin. It's like what our Uncle Gu said two years ago. Beijing dialect."
When it comes to going to school, Da Zhuang's face is full of disappointment. If his parents are still here, he will go to school in the spring of next year.
In the 1960s, schools still admitted students in the spring, and the primary school system lasted six years. In addition to winter vacation and summer vacation, there was also autumn harvest vacation. In Daya's area, summer vacation and autumn harvest vacation were held together in mid-September. Because winter is long, the winter vacation begins again in the twelfth lunar month.
Because the mountain roads are difficult to walk, Da Ya started school at the age of 8 and will be in third grade next spring.
Yun Shu patted his younger brother on the head, "Don't worry, I have my own ideas about going to school. Wash your face and hands quickly and see what delicious food I have cooked for you."
Da Zhuang washed his hands and face, and Yun Shu also opened the pot. Da Zhuang's eyes widened when he saw the snow-white rice, golden millet steamed rice, and the fragrant steamed fish.
"Sister, where did these things come from?" Then he said distressedly: "How can you eat like this? It's such a waste."
Yun Shu looked at his little adult-like brother, and it seemed that he wouldn't be able to eat if he wasn't informed of the existence of the secret room in advance.
"I'm going to show you something. I forgot about it before. I was so dizzy due to heatstroke that I actually remembered it."
Yun Shu said, pulling Da Zhuang to the front yard and down to the cellar. Then Da Zhuang watched in surprise as his sister lifted up the straw mat, revealing the secret room behind the wooden door.
I saw that in the secret room now, there was not only a bag of rice, a bag of noodles, a jar of salt, a jar of oil, but also some eggs, bacon, and chicken.
Da Zhuang still remembered the cotton, satin, and leather in the wooden box. There was even a bow and a dagger used by his father for hunting.
Looking at the expensive can of malted milk and the stack of about a dozen cans, Da Zhuang swallowed and lowered his voice to a whisper.
"Sister, is this all saved by my mother?"
Yun Shu nodded and showed him the tin box containing the money, except for the small yellow croaker. "There is still a hundred yuan in it. Don't worry, I will never let you go hungry again."
Da Zhuang blinked, touched the hunting bow left by his father, and burst into tears, "Sister, I won't go to school anymore. I will learn to hunt in the mountains in the future. We can always support ourselves."
Yun Shu closed the door of the secret room, put down the straw mat, and then patted Da Zhuang's head, "Don't worry, from now on, sister, you and Xiao Zhuang will all be college students. There are three college students in the family, and they can make parents proud. Let's You are not a wild child that no one cares about. If anyone dares to bully you in the future, I will fight them tooth and nail."
After leaving the cellar, the two siblings ate steamed fish and koalagu. Each of them ate two large bowls of rice.
After the meal, Da Zhuang touched his belly and burped, "I'm so full. My sister's cooking tastes much better than before."
Yun Shu said without raising his head: "There is nothing wrong with the craftsmanship taught by my mother. When we ate at home before, my second aunt gave me some cornmeal and sorghum rice. It was just porridge. No matter how I made it, it just tasted the same.
Today’s seasonings are all borrowed from Brother Fusheng’s house. In the future, our family will buy these things and make them for you every day. "
After hearing this, Da Zhuang hurriedly waved his hand, "You can't eat like this every day. Although my mother left a lot of food, we have to raise Xiao Zhuang and Xiao Ya in the future. There is only one can of malted milk. If they don't eat it, they can only feed them rice soup." , I still have to save the rice at home.
In the past, you could exchange milk from some cows and sheep in the village, but now, the milk is not enough for the lambs and calves.
Although my husband is the village chief, even if the old lady wants to drink milk, she is not allowed to squeeze her milk. This is called poaching the socialist corner.
Sister, you don’t remember, but last year, we had been fussing over this matter for half a month, but it was only after my father came back that my mother gave him a can of malted milk. "
Yun Shu thought about it carefully, and then found out the incident from Daya's memory. Daya's mother planned to share the jar of malted milk with her two children and her second uncle's Xiao Wu.
Later, because of the milk incident, Shan was given to Aunt Daya and brought to the county seat.
Uncle Yun was really speechless about the excellent family, so he nodded, "It's up to you. I'll go up to the mountain to hunt pheasants for you later, and make chicken stewed with mushrooms."
The two siblings ate happily, and Da Zhuang rushed to clean the bowls and pots. He only sighed about his wooden thing, not afraid of falling, and didn't ask any more questions. Yun Shu just breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, I also have a certain understanding of the child's sometimes sensitive and sometimes careless temperament.
