Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

In the evening, Han Zhaozhao stewed an old hen with pine moths, stir-fried cabbage, made a wild vegetable and egg soup, and finally steamed a pot of rice.

The greedy Wu Ni stayed by the stove and refused to move, insisting on helping her light the fire.

"No need for you. The rice will get burnt easily if it gets too hot. Don't mess with it."

I tried to chase her out several times but she refused to leave. When I didn't let her light the fire, she leaned against the door frame and drooled. She just wouldn't leave the kitchen.

Han Zhaozhao had no choice but to scoop some chicken liver and heart from the pot and let her take it into the house to eat first.

The old lady and Xiaoliang and his mother came in at the same time. After returning home, Xiaoliang ran to Han Zhaozhao's house. He liked to play with his sister Wu Ni.

Xiaoliang's mother felt a little embarrassed. As soon as she entered the room and smelled the food, she knew that the Han family had stewed chicken today. Before she could stop him, Xiaoliang had already entered the main room.

"Shufen, you and your mother are welcome to our house for dinner tonight. Wuni is here, and Zhaozhao has killed a chicken. It's a good opportunity for our two families to get together."

Xiaoliang's mother refused again and again, "No, I really can't. Your family finally killed a chicken, and we can't go and fight over it."

Han Zhaozhao came out and said, "Aunt Shufen, my grandma sincerely wants to keep you here, so please don't be polite!

The chicken we killed today weighs more than five pounds, and our family of three can't finish it. You see, Xiaoliang also likes to play with Wuni, just adding a pair of chopsticks. We live in the same courtyard, why are you still arguing with us?"

I laughed secretly: What's so hard about it? That's someone else's. I'm afraid I'll scare you by telling you this, I just killed thirty of them this morning!

Seeing Xiaoliang drooling and looking eager, Xiaoliang's mother gave up the struggle in her heart, and the two families had a lively meal together.

There was a big pot of hen stewed with pine moths, and even the pot was wiped clean by Xiaoliang and Wuni after they poured rice into it. A plate of stir-fried cabbage was also eaten up by the old lady and Xiaoliang's mother.

Han Zhaozhao drank up the wild vegetable and egg soup. This soup is healthy and just what she likes best.

Xiaoliang and Wuni ate so much that their stomachs were full and their mouths were shiny. They sat in their chairs, not daring to move.

Wu Ni: "The chicken is so delicious!"

Xiao Liang: "Rice is more delicious!"

Wu Ni: "Even the wild vegetable and egg soup is not bad to drink. The dried salted fish in it is the first time I have eaten it. It is so delicious and the more I chew it, the more delicious it is!"

Han Zhaozhao covered her face: Oh my god, that's dried scallops! And dried salted fish, it's really like a cow chewing a peony!

The two children held their stomachs and said, "What should we do? We ate too much and it's getting in our throats?"

Xiaoliang's mother was both angry and amused, rubbing the stomachs of the two children at the same time, "You are so useless. I told you to eat less, but you didn't listen, as if the adults were reluctant to give you food.

What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable in your stomach? Just stay still for a while and rub your stomach. It will be fine. "

The old lady also laughed, "Don't talk about the children, I ate too much tonight.

The chickens we raise ourselves, paired with the pine moths given by my hometown, are so delicious.

Shufen, please sit down. I will go and boil some hawthorn water for the children. Each of them will drink a bowl later and will feel better soon. "

While the old lady went to boil hawthorn water, Aunt Shufen rushed to clean up the dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash.

Xiaoliang and Wu Ni were having fun in the house again. Wu Ni brought a set of Galaha from her hometown, and the two of them were having a great time playing with it these past two days.

"Grandma, Aunt Shufen, my master wants to see me for something, so I'm going to his house.

If you come back late, you can lock the door and go to sleep. I have the key with me. "

It was completely dark, and Han Zhaozhao was preparing to deliver some white wine to Master Liu.

The old lady chased after him and said, "Take the flashlight, walk on the main road, and come back early when you are done!"

Shaking the flashlight in his hand, Han Zhaozhao walked away quickly.

Taking a shortcut, they soon arrived at Master Liu's house. Both neighbors had closed their doors, so Han Zhaozhao went up and knocked on the door.

"Master, open the door, I'm coming!"

"Why did you come just now? I've been waiting for you all day!"

Han Zhaozhao quickly put out five jars of wine when he heard that Master Liu was almost at the gate.

"Didn't I go buy you some wine? Open the door!"

When Master Liu opened the door, he was startled by the five large, shiny black jars.

"Oh, you really bought it? Who helped you bring it here? Where is the person?" Master Liu walked out of the door and looked around.

"Gone! What's the matter? They helped me deliver the goods to my home, and you still asked them to move them into the house?

You think too much. The service is not that attentive. There is another customer waiting for us."

Master Liu picked up a jar of wine and weighed it. "This jar weighs 20 kilograms, right? How's the wine? Have you asked someone to check it?"

"Do I need to find someone to look at it? This wine was brewed by an old comrade of my father's. It is said to be brewed using ancient pure grain technology and has been passed down in the family for more than ten generations.

Only a thousand kilograms of brew are produced every year. Apart from drinking at home and giving favors to others, it is basically not sold outside.

Most of them are people who ask for favors from others and come to share the weight of the goods.

They don't do it for the money, but insist on brewing it every year. It is said that they are afraid of breaking the tradition.

Anyway, it is said that his wine is good. If my father had not saved Uncle Wu's life, I would not be able to spare even ten kilograms of the hundred kilograms."

Master Liu and Han Zhaozhao each moved the wine jars several times and moved them into the west wing.

This room is where Master Liu processes medicinal materials. As soon as you enter, the whole room is filled with the smell of ointment.

"Master, did you make tiger bone paste today?"

"Oh, I boiled a whole pot! I was waiting for you but you didn't come, so I couldn't help but boil the ointment.

The pills haven't been rubbed yet, waiting for you to grind them into bone powder. Come here early tomorrow. I don't know what you're busy with at home every day. How come you're busier than me? "

The old man brought up the old topic again and asked her to come and help him every day.

"Master, I still have to go to school and do my homework! Don't you know that?"

Han Zhaozhao interrupted him quickly. She didn't want to touch those arms and legs full of wrinkles. She was still young, a beautiful girl who loved cleanliness. Couldn't she just let her enjoy herself for another two years?

"That's right. You don't have enough strength in your hands right now. You can't help much even if you come."

Master Liu broke the mud seal and opened a jar of wine. Suddenly, the room was filled with the strong aroma of wine.

"Oh, this wine smells good! Quick, go to the kitchen and get me a bowl, so I can taste it."

Han Zhaozhao went to get a small white porcelain bowl and placed it on the table.

Master Liu picked up the jar and poured a bowl. The white wine went into the bowl, and the aroma of the wine filled the air. The old man took a deep breath, put down the jar, picked up the bowl, squinted his eyes, and took a sip.

"Why does this wine taste a bit like Fenjiu to me? The wine is crystal clear, with a rich fragrance. It tastes soft, sweet, mellow and refreshing.

Well, it's a light fragrance type, the alcohol content should be about 60 degrees, right? Girl, this wine is really good, it's perfect for soaking tiger bones!"

Han Zhaozhao also squinted his eyes and sniffed: "You have a really picky taste! It is said that the recipe left by their ancestors is the same as that of Fenjiu, and it has been passed down for hundreds of years.

In order to steal their wine recipe, the Japanese and the Kuomintang killed several able-bodied men in their family!

If it hadn’t been kept secret, this wine recipe would have been lost long ago!

Well, this wine smells good, quite alcoholic! No wonder Uncle Wu (Wu) said that their wine is the best for making medicinal wine! "