Chapter 28 Lard is delicious After Dachun had arranged the wood, Zhou Yimin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come into the house and have a drink of water and a cigarette. I'll carry your corn and potatoes back later." He wanted to be polite, but when Zhou Dachun heard about smoking and his own food, he immediately changed his tone: "Thank you, Uncle Sixteen!" I was so happy! Zhou Yimin took out the pack of Daqianmen cigarettes again, and seeing that there were only two left, he simply gave them all to this guy. Zhou Dachun happily touched his hair, and the hair that had been pressed down with great difficulty stood up again instantly, returning to its messy coop state. After entering the house, Zhou Dachun hurriedly said, "Sixteenth Uncle, Great Uncle, I won't drink the water." Zhou Yimin pointed to the two bags in the corner and said, "Look! Those are the two bags." The guy chuckled, showing his big yellow teeth, twisted his neck left and right, making a crackling sound, then walked over and first carried the bag of corn on his shoulder. It seems very easy to carry a hundred kilograms of things.
It must be said that people at that time were really strong. Many people in later generations could not lift their shoulders or hands, and they were out of breath after running a few hundred meters, as if they were about to die on the spot. "Uncle Sixteen, help me put this bag..." Before he could finish, Zhou Yimin glared at him: "Can't you take one more trip? If you fall, the corn kernels won't matter, but the potatoes will get smashed and go bad." Besides, there is a reason why you can't grow taller despite being under so much pressure. Zhou Dachun was scolded and did not dare to refute, so he had to carry the bag of corn back first. When he got home, before he even entered the door, he shouted, "Dad! I brought the corn back, and the potatoes are still at Uncle Sixteen's place." Zhou Zhicheng came out, looking happy: "Okay, put it inside, you can go later." After putting the corn down, he immediately opened the bag and scooped out a handful of corn kernels. He found that they were all dry, without any corn cobs or the like mixed in. It’s fair! His eyes suddenly caught sight of the cigarettes in his son's trouser pocket, and he took them out. Seeing that there were two cigarettes, he took one out and put it in his own lips without even asking for his opinion. "Dad, that's me..." "Ok?" "It's a gift to you." Zhou Dachun was angry, but when he saw his father's expression, he had to change his words. "Ok!" Zhou Dachun's younger brother has already gone to his grandmother's house to persuade the two elderly people. …… In Shangshui Village, after all the sweet potatoes were moved into the canteen warehouse, Village Chief Wang immediately arranged for people to "cook". Almost everyone in the village was starving. "Send fifty kilograms to Gensheng's home." Village Chief Wang ordered.
Gensheng is the guy who broke his leg. Fifty kilograms of sweet potatoes is his compensation, and he can't get any more. In addition to Gensheng's family, Village Chief Wang distributed more than a dozen portions of food, some weighing five or ten kilograms, and had them delivered to families whose families were on the verge of starvation, in order to prevent the tragedy of starvation from happening again. The person who starved to death yesterday was a 70-year-old man who voluntarily went on a hunger strike in order to leave the few bites of food at home for his children. Fortunately, Village Chief Wang’s prestige in Shangshui Village is high enough, so no one said anything about this distribution, or at least no one dared to oppose it openly. Soon, the aroma of sweet potatoes wafted from the canteen in Shangshui Village, and people from the whole village lined up in the canteen. When they saw the sweet potatoes, they actually showed happy expressions on their faces. From ancient times to the present, Chinese people are actually very easy to satisfy, as long as they have enough food to eat. "Mom! Can I eat now?" a child who was almost skin and bones asked his mother. The pale and thin woman nodded: "Eat! Be careful not to burn your mouth." In the cafeteria, the villagers were eating sweet potatoes, and no one peeled them. Finally, there was some laughter. At Zhou Yimin's house, his grandmother was washing sorghum and preparing to cook sorghum rice. Zhou Yimin chopped up a chicken and made a mushroom stew with chicken. Lai Fu and his two siblings surrounded Zhou Yimin, helping to light the fire and so on. Zhou Zhiming took people to pick stones. Not all stones can be used to build a house foundation, so they brought back a batch and piled them in the open space near Zhou Yimin's house. "Everyone, take a break, continue working in the afternoon, and prepare for dinner." Zhou Yimin shouted. In fact, everyone had already smelled the fragrance of sorghum and was hungry. "Go home and bring the bowls here." Zhou Zhiming said to those people. Rural families don’t have extra bowls, so if a bowl is broken, they have to mend it. That’s right! It’s about patching a bowl. I’m afraid many people in later generations have never seen it. Patching clothes is understandable, but patching a porcelain bowl? Nowadays, there is a business that specializes in repairing bowls, called bowl mending. The method of repairing bowls is to use palladium mending. The craftsman put the broken pieces of the bowl together, tied them up with thread, calculated how many palladium rivets to use, and marked them. Then, use a diamond drill to drill small holes on both sides of the seam on the outer wall of the porcelain bowl. Then take a copper or iron jujube-shaped palladium rivet and carefully nail it into the small hole with a small hammer. Finally, apply a special white plaster to the soldered area, then wipe it with a cloth to remove the excess plaster, and the bowl is repaired. The group of people dispersed and ran home to get their bowls. The rice is sorghum rice, and the dish is potato cubes stewed in lard. Although there is no meat, it is also very fragrant. Zhou Yimin served them rice, two spoonfuls of sorghum rice and one spoonful of potato cubes, a large bowl full of rice. The bowl was a little big at that time, so you could bury your face in it to eat. Some people ate so much that they left one-third. "full?" The man smiled innocently and said, "How can you be full? Leave some for the children at home." Zhou Yimin was speechless and said to everyone, "Eat it all, and fill another bowl after you finish it."
All the workers were grateful, thinking that they would have to be more careful when building the house later, and help Zhou Yimin do a better job, at least to repay the meal. Zhou Zhiming smiled bitterly: "Yimin, only you can let them eat like this." Not to mention the sorghum rice, there are also potato cubes, a full layer of lard, poured on the sorghum rice, the taste is amazing. No wonder these guys want to save a few bites and take them back to their children. "We can't let everyone work on an empty stomach, right?" Everyone finished one bowl and left the other untouched. After thanking Zhou Yimin, they immediately took the bowl home. Zhou Zhiming was no exception. When he got home, he called his children and wife over and poured a little into each bowl. After dividing it, there was still a small half bowl left, which he prepared to give to his parents. The children licked the pork in their bowls clean. "Mom! Lard is so delicious." Zhou Zhiming's wife rubbed the child's head and said, "It's not delicious anymore." It's only because Yimin is generous that whoever hires someone to work, provides food, and allows them to take the work home? At this time, Zhou Yimin was also eating. He gave two chicken legs to his grandparents and ate the wings and feet himself. He liked to nibble on the edges and corners, which made the food more enjoyable. He kind of missed the spicy and sour chicken feet and pickled pepper chicken feet from his previous life. In the eyes of grandparents and others, it is a manifestation of filial piety. Giving all the meat to grandparents and younger brothers and sisters, if that's not filial piety, respect for the elderly and love for the young, then what is it? "Yimin, you should eat more meat, and let Lai Fu and the others chew the bones." said Aunt San. In this year, it’s good enough to have chicken bones to chew on, so why would we need to eat chicken? Thanks to brother Su Laomai for the 500 reward! I found that it has been ranked 27th on the new book urban list. Thank you all! (End of this chapter)
