The old lady's daughter-in-law, Yu Qiniang, would get up to chop firewood every morning when she heard the crow of Hao's chickens next door.
Yu Qinniang is not here, which makes it convenient for the grandfather and grandson to talk live.
Mrs. Xu introduced: "Family members, what you see now is my kitchen. On this side are water tanks and pickle jars, on the other side are three stove pits, which are a bit blackened. This is unavoidable. The lid of the large pot and the cutting board are both made of wood.”
Old Mrs. Xu thought to herself: Oh, it’s not like you modern people who hold pot lids lightly to check whether the vegetables are cooked at any time. Some pot lids are transparent, so you can see without lifting the lid.
Things that she used to use every day are now things that she envies and wants to have again.
Mrs. Xu patted the cutting board at half arm height and explained to the audience in the live broadcast room:
"This cutting board cannot be washed too translucent. This heavy one is not Xianghua Grandma Mi Tai. It is a willow tree trunk. It is impossible to pick it up and wash it every time after cutting. I can only pour some water and scratch it with a rag. Just wipe it and wipe it."
After saying that, she held up the rag to show everyone, and wanted to wipe it with this one, but a sound of "vomit" came out of her throat, and she almost vomited herself first.
What does this smell like? Just to save some alkali-coated pig's soap, I don't even have to wash the rag properly, so I can just scald it. She didn't know how to evaluate this original body.
But the old lady insisted on pretending that she was burping. She must not lose the image of a clean grandma, otherwise people will see if I am disgusting when I cook.
Mrs. Xu continued without changing her expression:
"As for the one on the right, the wooden cabinet you see that looks like soybean paste belongs to my family's valuables. It's called a bowl shelf or a cupboard. Put some oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, rice and noodles. The lock is horizontal. You Watch me put the key in the lock for you. Now I'll scoop out the noodles and let's start cooking."
While scooping up the noodles, the old lady glanced at her granddaughter and winked with the code she had agreed upon in advance. It was a reminder: "It's your turn to speak, granddaughter. Your eyes are lenses. It's more convenient to record and talk at the same time." Otherwise, I haven’t been a poor person in years, and it’s easy to overturn when I’m multitasking. The seven veterans in this live broadcast room are all suspicious that we are fake.”
Regardless of whether the ancient background is fake or real, the old lady is not too entangled and does not plan to explain too much. The relationship will take its time. Emotions come out little by little.
Besides, one day I will go to the village to broadcast live so that everyone can see those "group performances".
Xu Xiangyi, no, it will be Xu Tianxin from now on. She has already discussed with her grandma that if she inherits someone else's body, she must accept everything, including her name.
Xu Tianxin received the signal and immediately took on the responsibility of assistant. If she planned to do something for her grandma, she would explain it carefully.
Her eyes are like measuring cups. She adds as much water as she needs and puts in the noodles, making sure that the seven viewers in the live broadcast room can clearly see: "This is my big iron pot. My mother is scooping out water to make noodles. The water temperature is about 45 to 55. ° around."
No more?
What's this? He's still a top student, so dry.
Mrs. Xu tugged at the hem of her granddaughter's clothes and said, "Where are those words in your belly?" and smiled awkwardly and politely at the camera: "This is the first time our child is dubbing, and she is a little nervous. In fact, there is something that can't be erased, right? ? We are all family members, so we can just say whatever we want and treat it as a family chat, so that it can be lively."
Xu Tianxin understood, did the meaning of "milk" need to be described?
good.
"What you see now is my big iron pot. It's so old that it looks like the leftovers used by Nuwa when patching up the sky. The rust in the pot has been eaten away, and the flavor is added with every meal."
Mrs. Xu: "..."
"My grandma is now ladling thick corn noodles. There are currently three people in our family at home, and each person has four cornbreads a day. She needs to cook it in one pot for two days, otherwise she will make less pots and waste firewood. You may be confused, so Can a little corn flour be enough? The answer is yes, it’s definitely not enough. So grandma scooped out elm bark powder and corn cob powder.”
Mrs. Xu took the words while kneading the dough:
"As far as I'm concerned, it's easy for children to not be able to explain this.
This elm noodle is not the layer of black bark on the outside of the elm tree. That layer is inedible. You have to scrape off that layer. When you peel it off, you can see a layer of white tender bark inside, which is called bast. Then we dry it in the sun, grind it with a stone mill, and grind it several times to make this powder.
The same goes for corn cobs. Keep the outer corn kernels for the holidays and use the cobs to make flour.
Corncob ground flour is a good thing, it has powdered sugar in it. For example, if there are leftover shells from peanuts at home, they can be ground into powder, but since I don’t have peanut shells at home, I don’t use them.
Usually my family only eats dry food made from these kinds of flour, and does not put corn noodles in it. Today, for the first time, I will put some good ones in the live broadcast, and it will look good when made. I will show my family what serious wowotou is. "
The old lady didn't tell a lie. In her memory, the Xu family was not willing to put corn noodles in their wowotou this season, because there was still a lot of food to eat in autumn, and all kinds of grain stocks had to be kept until the mountains were closed due to heavy snowfall. Otherwise, there are six people in the family, and the three sons would be eager to eat ten woofou without even trying to hold them back, not counting what they would eat then.
Today, my granddaughter has returned to ancient times. It’s one thing to have memories, but it’s another thing to actually eat them. Mrs. Xu was afraid that her granddaughter wouldn’t be able to swallow them, so she mixed some corn noodles with them.
This is why Mrs. Xu said she would perform a talent show for everyone, how to divide one steamed bun into two days to eat. Modern people use corn flour to make steamed bun for one meal, but her family must mix elm bark powder and corncob powder together to make it. Two days.
Mrs. Xu looked at the pile of dry food kneaded in her hands and thought:
Alas, in ancient times, prisoners' food was worse than that of modern prisoners.
What should we do? We have to survive now that we are here. Otherwise, if there is another famine year next year, the whole family will have to eat dirt in the spring.
Eating dirt is a joke in modern times, and she understands it, but here it is really eaten.
Like Guanyin soil, it is soft and looks like white dough when kneaded together. Once you eat it, your stomach will be full instantly, but your stomach will get bigger and bigger after eating it, and eventually it will swell to death.
So Mrs. Xu took a deep breath to encourage herself. Don't always miss the good modern life. It can't be compared with the modern day and day.
Instead, we should always remind ourselves that we must have a sense of crisis, not only increase revenue but also reduce expenditure, and have the same concept of eating when we are free and working hard when we are busy.
Otherwise, there would be nothing to eat and the day would be in vain. Once something goes wrong at home, what should we do at such a critical moment as selling grain in exchange for money to save our lives? Will we go back and eat dirt with our family members? Isn't that a trap for people? It will be a trap for the descendants of the old Xu family.
After Mrs. Xu finished the interview, she heard from her granddaughter that the audience expressed their interest in watching the process of making elm bark powder, and about ten more people came in to watch the live broadcast. The number of people was increasing, and she immediately agreed happily:
"Yes, grandma Xianghua will take you to peel the bark later. In fact, this flour is really good, it is sticky, and it is not sticky like sorghum noodles. You can make noodles by mixing the two together, otherwise only sorghum noodles can be used. No. You can also use it to make dumpling wrappers, which are used in authentic glutinous rice noodles. When the weather gets hot, chill it with well water for a while, and you can also make cold noodles, sweet and sour." Mrs. Xu almost said she was greedy. .
Xu Tianxin saw her grandma starting to light the fire and was busy, so she quickly explained without letting her words fall to the ground:
"Now my grandma is putting the dry food on the drawer and planning to cook the porridge under the curtain in one pot.
You must know that ancient food culture can only be described in two words: mushy, so filling, it is essential.
But the porridge is not made from millet. My family uses the seeds of foxtail grass to cook porridge.
It is said that millet becomes foxtail grass three generations after it reaches the ground, and it is also the original species of millet.
Therefore, our family will pick many larger foxtail grasses during this season, and the seeds of such grasses will be larger. "
Xu Tianxin continued based on his original memory: "The picked foxtail grass should be burned in the fire, pinch it with your hands, and then clean the bran of the grass seeds, otherwise it will be too dry in the mouth and cause throat discomfort."
Seeing Mrs. Xu covering the pot with porridge and dry food, she was about to stir-fry mixed vegetables in the pot next to her.
Xu Tianxin is a grandma, so she explained:
"Assorted vegetables are made by cutting green onions and minced garlic into small pieces and putting them in a pot.
The boiled bracken can be harvested from spring to autumn.
Blanch the mushrooms and cut them into strips, cut the red pepper into strips and add the inside.
You may ask, is it really true that we don’t put a drop of oil in cooking at home? The answer is yes, we definitely don’t put it in. We just stir-fry all the water out before taking it out of the pot.
Let me show you what a mushroom looks like. It is a type of oyster mushroom. You can't just eat mushrooms, otherwise committing suicide for love is not an ancient legend, it can happen if you don't eat mushrooms well. It will make those who have a hard life no longer have a hard life, and those who have a short life become even more short-lived. "
Mrs. Xu: "..."
At this moment, Yu Qiniang came back from outside carrying firewood: "Mom, Tian Xin'er, I'm back."
Xu Tianxin looked at his aunt. At this time, there were more than fifty viewers in the live broadcast room, and naturally he saw Yu Qinniang dressed in ancient times.
The subtitles in the live broadcast room read:
Oh my god, is this true?
Carrying such thick and tall firewood back, the props are so thoughtful, and this ancient woman actually has twelve patches all over her body.
From the perspective of modern people, there are only a few pieces of cloth in total, and there are twelve patches. Do you want to exaggerate?
Xu Tianxin thought to himself: No, you counted wrong. It was actually thirteen. The biggest patch was on my aunt's buttocks, but it was covered by the gown above.
Most of the ordinary farmers here are tall and can only use scattered hair to connect the length. They have not been able to make clothes for several years, and they have too much money to keep busy with food. Even if they have spare money, most of them make clothes for their elders or the man's family. It is said that whether the man dresses well outside will take care of the woman's family. Only by dressing well can he show that his wife is a virtuous person at home.
However, her old Xu's family is a bit special. It is a better-dressed farm family than those in the village.
Auntie wears this dress just after dawn when she goes to carry firewood. She lives in the east end of the country and doesn’t meet many people. She waits until it’s completely bright and then goes to work to prevent floods after breakfast. Although the work is quite good. It costs a lot to get dirty, but my aunt will change into clothes with only the trouser legs, knees and shoulders patched with the same color cloth. The clothes you wear after dawn are pretty good.
Well, Xu Tianxin can only say that the original grandmother is more concerned about face.
For example, the original grandmother only allowed everyone to eat the grass seed porridge and dry food made from elm bark powder at home, and was not allowed to talk about it when going out. During the busy farming season, they would bring meals, and they would even specially eat them to show to the villagers.
"Auntie, you wash up first, dinner is about to begin."
Yu Qiniang was stunned when she looked at the basin of water that her niece brought over.
The live broadcast room was full of comments: Wow, the expression is so real. I wonder if my niece always bullies her aunt on weekdays, but now she behaves well because of the camera. In other words, they both acted for the sake of popularity. If it were an acting role, his acting skills would be really 666.
How could Yu Qiniang know that she was being recorded? She washed her face and hurriedly covered up the red circles under her eyes.
In the past, her niece didn't want to talk to her.
On New Year's Day this year, my niece pointed at everyone's noses and cried, "You all owe me." Her man immediately went out and squatted outside for half the night, secretly wiping his tears.
Yes, it was her man's right to go to the military draft that year.
So since the first day of the Lunar New Year, my niece has not spoken to her again, and she can hum with her nose as much as possible with her uncles. Unexpectedly, today she not only smiled and talked, but also fetched her water.
Yu Qiniang felt that this was the reason for Long Yiwan. She didn't listen to her father's words and just stayed as her own. This changed people's hearts.
"It's time to eat." Mrs. Xu opened the lid of the steaming pot and placed the table in the main room.
Yu Qiniang wiped the water on her face and hurriedly stepped forward to help.
She was a little puzzled: "Mom, why do you need to set up a table if you are old and dishonest?" Usually she would eat some dry food, drink some wild vegetable soup, and sit on a small bench beside the pot to deal with it.
Xu Tianxin knew the answer but couldn't answer it.
During the live broadcast, grandma said, the atmosphere must be in place. Regardless of whether the food is mediocre or not, the atmosphere must be high.
Terrible cake, such a big table, only these few things, and only these few people.
Here, Mrs. Xu was sitting at the head of the table and picked up her chopsticks. She saw Yu Qinniang sitting at the dining table, waiting for her to share the porridge. She looked like she didn't dare to take it. She sighed in her heart and felt that she was completely screwed. The friendly mother-in-law persona just doesn’t hold up.
The old guys might scold her.
When meeting that angry little daughter-in-law, the audience has to say, if my old lady dares to share the meal with me, I will lift the dining table for her.
But guys, this is all about the original person. I don’t know if you would believe it if we were told that we are receivers.
Mrs. Xu took a breath, thinking that since this was the case, she might as well act as her true self, focusing on the truth.
Besides, it’s easy to give your daughter-in-law a haircut if the changes are too big:
"What are you looking at? I'm a glutton. I can feed you. I can serve the food myself. I don't have any hands. I have to go to the river to fill the soil in a while. If you don't eat well, who can do that work? Eat more. .”
"Hey, mom, I'll eat it," Yu Qinniang felt warm in her heart and almost shed tears again. She once again felt that it was only right that Long Yiwan was not left as the last expense. Otherwise, her mother-in-law would have to ration her meals in the past.
Yu Qinniang was thinking about what she should do to be better for her mother-in-law and niece, so she didn't notice what Mrs. Xu said with a smile: "We're starting."
I didn’t even wonder that my niece would suddenly comment on the grass seed porridge: “Hmm, it’s a bit bitter, a bit harsh on the throat, and a bit like...the taste of sesame and grass mixed together.”
While eating in the house, several people suddenly came in from the courtyard.
There were three old ladies from the same village who helped guide the way. Judging from their expressions, it was clear that they would not be able to leave even if they were being blasted away. They entered the hospital intending to watch the fun, and two women with ugly faces.
The old woman had a silver hairpin in her head and was supported by a middle-aged woman. They came in a donkey cart with a driver outside.
Mrs. Xu only took one look and said: "Go back. If you don't come, I will still have to find you. I don't agree to let it go now that your man has come to discuss with me."
