Chapter 53 Please help me take a look The meat in the pot is fried until golden brown and the pig skin is bulging and forming tiger skin. Only then does Zhou Yimin take out the braised pork. After the oil has cooled slightly, put it back into a large ceramic jar and use this oil when cooking next time. "Brother, can we eat now?" Lai Fang had slipped over here at some point and asked eagerly. Zhou Yimin shook his head: "You can't eat it yet." Next, he peeled the taro, washed it, and cut it into slices for later use. Grandma asked, "Can you finish all the cuts?" Let alone the braised pork, the whole family couldn't finish this pot of taro! And her grandson fried so much meat into braised pork, she was a little worried that it wouldn't last long. Originally! If it is made into bacon, it can be kept for a long time. Zhou Yimin did not answer but asked: "Grandma, are there many elderly people over 70 years old in our village?"
Grandma thought about it and gave an answer: "About ten or twenty people!" Zhou Yimin expressed his idea, planning to give a small bowl of braised pork to each of the villagers over 70 years old. Otherwise, why would he make so much? He could just make some for his family! From then on, Zhoujiazhuang became his base camp. If he could control the children and the elderly in the village, it would be equivalent to controlling Zhoujiazhuang. Don't look down on old men and women over 70 years old, they have the final say on some matters in the village. Even the old party secretary sometimes has to ask for their opinions. Among them, some are village elders. If you want to expel a villager from the village, you have to get their approval. Zhou Yimin must have his own reasons for helping Zhoujiazhuang with all his efforts. Otherwise, do you really think he has nothing to do after eating? "Yimin did a good job." Grandpa gave his affirmation. He actually saw through his good grandson's purpose. In fact, not only he saw it, the old branch secretary also probably knew that he should not think that the people in the village were all fools. But those who saw it did not stop it, but were happy to be tied to Zhou Yimin. "However, regarding the delivery of meat, Yimin, you should ask the party secretary to arrange it," the old man reminded. He wanted the branch secretary to endorse his grandson, which would be more effective. I have to say, ginger is still spicy! Zhou Yimin nodded: "Okay!" Afterwards, Zhou Yimin began to cut the braised pork, and marinated it with five-spice powder or something like that for ten to twenty minutes. When the grandmother learned about her grandson's idea, she started to borrow bowls from other families because there were not enough bowls at home. She borrowed the bowls, washed them, and started to arrange the bowls and put the meat and taro in them. Place three pieces of braised pork and three pieces of taro alternately in each bowl. There were about thirty bowls in total. Then put water into the pot and bring it to a boil. Place a rack on the water surface and neatly place bowls of taro pork on it until they fill up a layer. Then place another rack on top and continue to put taro pork in. Fortunately, the iron pot at home is big enough to steam all of it in one go.
"Grandpa! Then I'll go find the old Party Secretary." The old man nodded: "Go! Your grandmother and I will be watching over you at home." Zhou Zhiming and others who were building a house couldn't help swallowing when they smelled the aroma of meat. "Cheer up, you good-for-nothing!" Zhou Zhiming cursed. While cursing like this, he secretly swallowed his saliva several times. Which farmer can withstand such a test? Others thought to themselves: Isn't it normal to want to eat? Why is it so useless? Eating meat is a luxury. Wanting to eat meat is considered a failure? If you can let them eat meat regularly, then you can say they are failures! They would like to be a loser. Uncle Sixteen is worthy of being a purchasing agent for the steel plant. He always brings back some food, so that those who work for him can also benefit from it and satisfy their appetites. The old branch secretary had just returned from the riverbed. By now, half of the riverbed in Zhoujiazhuang had been developed and planted with various vegetables. For the rest, he planned to follow Zhou Yimin's advice and plant autumn corn. In fact, as long as the autumn corn can be harvested, even if the crops on the village's arable land are reduced, they will not starve in Zhoujiazhuang in the next year. Thinking of this, the old branch secretary was in a good mood and couldn't help humming a few tunes. "Secretary, you look in a good mood!" Zhou Yimin handed over a cigarette. The old branch secretary saw that the person was Zhou Yimin and said with a smile, "Thanks to you." "Secretary, I fried some braised pork with pork belly and would like to invite some of the elderly people over 70 years old in the village to try it. Can you help me distribute it?" Zhou Yimin took out a lighter and lit it for the old secretary. The old branch secretary was stunned for a moment, then he understood. This is a good thing! He did guess Zhou Yimin's thoughts, but he did not resist. Instead, he hoped that Zhoujiazhuang could hold on to his thigh. In this day and age, as long as everyone can be well fed, what's wrong with treating you as an ancestor? "Okay, I'll help you divide it. Leave it to me." The old branch secretary knew what to do. He personally visited the homes of all the elderly people over 70 years old to inform them and explain the situation, especially to portray Zhou Yimin in a more glorious light. The old people were happy and grateful, and praised Zhou Yimin one after another. Among them, some are Zhou Yimin's "brothers" in terms of seniority. "Sixteenth brother is very promising! If it weren't for him, our village wouldn't even know about it..." "Okay, remember to pick it up later." The old branch secretary hurried to notify the next family. One of the families has two elderly people over 70 years old. After Zhou Yimin returned, he suddenly remembered the newspaper and quickly took it out. "Grandpa, look, I'm in the newspaper." The old man was stunned for a moment, then took the newspaper with trembling hands. Although he was not well educated, he could still recognize the words. When he saw the report about his grandson in the newspaper, he read it over and over again several times. He was so happy that he forgot about anything else, including the braised pork with pork. His grandson brought him great honor.
If it weren't for the current crackdown on feudal superstition, he would have to burn paper money at his ancestral graves to thank his eighteen generations of ancestors for taking care of their descendants. "Okay, okay!" The old man was ready to stick the newspaper on the wall as well. In fact, he wanted to post it on the propaganda wall of the village canteen so that more people could see it. Although grandma couldn't understand it, she was very surprised to hear the old man read it out. This time, even if she went to the underworld, she could explain it to the ancestors of the Zhou family. Of course, there is another very important task later, which is to watch her grandson get married and have children, and expand the Zhou family. Then her life will be without regrets. As for my son, let him run away! Who still remembers him? Just then, the old branch secretary came over with those people. One of the old men came up and bowed deeply to Zhou Yimin. Zhou Yimin quickly dodged. Wouldn’t this shorten his life? His grandfather accepted the gift with peace of mind, as he was of a high generation and could afford it. At this time, he was still reading the newspaper, pretending to be so absorbed in it that he didn't notice the other people coming. The old branch secretary was speechless and had to ask, "Uncle, what are you looking at?" He was also depressed. He was in his seventies and still called someone younger than him "uncle". "Ah! You are here? Zhihong! Why are you still kneeling? Get up, get up quickly." The old man finally came to his senses. Then, he answered the secretary: "No! Isn't Yimin in the newspaper? There are a few words I don't recognize. Can you help me look it up?" When these words were spoken, the old branch secretary and others suddenly widened their eyes. Thanks to book friend 190331123718038 for the 300 reward and brother Wanshiruyi1 for the 100 reward! (End of this chapter)