The new book of the burning prairie star

Yang Biao saw that the craftsmen had built a simple shed next to the homestead. "These people live and eat at the construction site." Yang Jinxue said, "For any contract that includes both labor and materials, the construction team usually lives and eat at the construction site before the house is built."

"Oh, uncle, you go ahead and do your work. I just want to check on the progress of the house construction at home."

"My mother should have prepared dinner by now. Do you want to come to my house for dinner?"

"No, no, my mother and the others are still waiting at home. Uncle Jinxue, I'll go back first." Seeing Yang Jinxue nod, Yang Biao rode on the mule and turned to leave.

"Brother, how much did you pay for the mule?" Yang Lin saw Yang Biao from afar and ran over excitedly. The brother and sister had been sitting at the gate of the yard for a long time, waiting for their brother to come back.

"Do you two listen to your mother at home?" Yang Biao stroked his younger brother's hair. Children's hair just feels good.

"Brother, I'm very obedient." Yang Lin rushed to lead the mule and ran home. "Mother... Mother... Brother is back and bought a mule."

"Go slowly, don't fall." Yang Biao reminded with a smile. Children who express their emotions outwardly will not be depressed in the future.

"You're back." Zhang heard her youngest son's call and hurried out of the kitchen. "Go wash your hands. The meal will be ready soon."

"Brother, the head aunt has washed the car clean. Let's try it first." Yang Lin looked at his brother expectantly.

"Okay, put on the bike and drive a few laps." Yang Biao didn't want to disappoint the child.

"Great, here... here." Yang Lin led the mule to where the car was parked. The mule was not very cooperative, which made him very tired.

Yang Biao quickly stepped forward to stop him: "When you lead it, you should keep pace with it and keep a certain distance to avoid being stepped on by it.

When a mule is unwilling to move forward, avoid pulling the reins forcefully. You can gently push its head outward and wait for its front limbs to move before guiding it to walk, or slowly shake the reins to guide it forward.

Yang Biao demonstrated and said, "Do you understand?"

"Let me try." Yang Xiaohua, who was standing next to him, was eager to try.

"Xiaohua, you can try it. Be careful and remember to keep a certain distance from the mule." Yang Biao handed the reins to Yang Xiaohua.

"It's really fun." Seeing Xiaohua follow her brother's instructions and try a few times, the mule was very obedient and walked smoothly. Yang Lin also became jealous and wanted to try again.

"That's it for today, let's eat first, I'm so hungry." Yang Biao covered his stomach and said pitifully. He dared to guarantee that if he didn't say that, Yang Lin would not sleep all night and would just play with the mule. Children are kind-hearted, and the brother and sister hurried to the kitchen to serve the meal.

The family was eating, "How come brother can ride a mule?" Yang Lin was very curious.

"When my brother was in the county school, he had to learn six arts, one of which was horse riding," Yang Biao recalled.

"Riding a horse? The horse that the general rode?" Yang Lin was listening to a story in front of a teahouse when he saw a painting of a general riding a horse on the wall of the teahouse. "Isn't riding a horse very impressive? If I can ride a horse, I can go into battle and kill the enemy."

Anyone who can ride a horse can go into battle and kill the enemy. Yang Biao was amused by his brother's imagination. But thinking back to the time, he was also a good young man of the new era who had ideals, dared to take responsibility, could endure hardships, and was willing to work hard.

It’s not that my edges have been smoothed out by life, but it’s true that I have lost some of my original intentions and dreams. In interpersonal relationships, I have become more realistic and pragmatic.

After dinner, Yang Biao said to Xiao Zhang, "Mom, I want to make something to sell."

"Brother Biao has decided what to do." Xiao Zhang used an affirmative sentence.

"Well, making cold noodles doesn't require any technical skills. The method is very simple and even mother can easily learn it."

"Liangpi?" Mrs. Zhang had never heard of Liangpi, and had no idea what the technical content was, but she trusted her eldest son unconditionally.

"Yes, cold noodles. I'll make them for you guys to try later." Yang Biao didn't know what kind of food ancient people would like, what kind of flavors they would like, and whether the cold noodles would be popular in the market. These were all unknowns. He decided to make them first and try them out. If they didn't work, he could think of another way.

In modern times, when we have no appetite in the summer, we will make some cold skin, cold noodles, etc. by hand to change the taste for the whole family.

Get started. First, weigh four pounds of cold water, two pounds of flour, two ounces of wheat flour, and a little fine salt. Add cold water (half of the water) and stir until there are no lumps. Then add the remaining water, stirring while adding water. Until there are no lumps, set it aside to rest for fifteen minutes.

After waking up, it becomes flour paste water, which is diluted with water, and then a little salt is added to mix evenly. Let Xiao Zhang light a fire to boil water. When the water boils, brush a layer of oil on the surface of the bamboo dustpan, scoop the mixed flour paste water into the dustpan with a large wooden spoon, and then cover the pot and steam it... I don’t know how to explain to Xiao Zhang that it should be steamed for three minutes. I know that it should be on medium or low heat. Yang Biao scratched his head and said, "Oh, light incense. One stick of incense lasts for thirty minutes. Ancient people would burn incense for any occasion, such as during sacrifices, festivals, etc."

There was still a lot of incense left from the last groundbreaking ceremony, so she quickly went to the inner room to get a stick of incense, made a few marks with her fingernails, and said to Zhang, "Mom, when the incense burns to here, the cold noodles will be ready. Even without looking at the incense, if you see big bubbles inside, it means it's ready."

Steaming the cold noodles was handed over to Xiao Zhang. Yang Biao washed the other pot, lit a fire, poured clean water into the pot, and boiled the seasonings such as tangerine peel, star anise, fennel, and Sichuan pepper bought from the herbal medicine store for a quarter of an hour to make the seasoning water.

It's a pity that there is no chili, otherwise the taste would be amazing. Crush the garlic with a mortar, add some salt to prevent it from spoiling, peel and mince the ginger, the ratio of garlic to ginger is 7 to 2, add cold boiled water and stir, and it will become garlic water.

It sounds simple, but it takes a lot of time to make.

When the family held their bowls and prepared to eat the cold noodles, it was already dark. "It's really delicious, but it hurts a little bit in my mouth." Yang Xiaohua smiled.

"Yang Lin, give two bowls to the village head uncle to try." Yang Biao ordered.

"Okay." Yang Lin agreed readily, his eyes still fixed on the bowl, his body not moving.

"I'll mix another bowl for you when you come back." Yang Biao promised with a smile.

"That's good enough." Yang Lin quickly picked up two bowls of cold noodles and ran out.

"Uncle head of the village..." The voice could be heard before the person even entered the yard.

"It's Brother Lin, what..." The village head's wife came out and swallowed the "thing". "What is this?"

"My brother made some cold noodles today and gave them to the village head's aunt to try."

"Give it to the village head's wife to try? Can't the village head's uncle eat it?" The village head teased the child.

"No, no. The village head uncle can also eat it." Yang Lin was anxious.

"My uncle and aunt can eat it, so why can't I eat it?" The second daughter-in-law of the head of the village also joined the team to amuse the children.

"Ah, Aunt Xiu can eat it too." Yang Lin was about to cry.

"Aunt Xiu can..." Yang Jinxue also wanted to tease the child, but was stopped by the village head's wife, "That's enough. If you say more, it will be dire. He's already crying." Everyone burst into laughter.