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He didn't know who was fooling him into doing such a stupid thing. The children all knew that in winter, one must never lick iron things with their tongues.

Because the thermal conductivity of iron is very fast, if you lick it with your tongue, it will be stuck in an instant, or a layer of skin will stick to it, and you will not be able to eat for a few days.

Liu Qingshan hurried over to help him exhale, luckily the iron chisel was relatively small and soon heated up, Er Mangzi finally rescued his tongue.

Then he boldly stretched out his hand to a little boy next to him: "I'm done licking, give me a big sugar ball!"

Is this because a candy ball bet?

Liu Qingshan was convinced by these wild boys, he dared to bet on anything.

Just as he was about to continue walking back, he heard Si Huzi beside him suddenly shouting: "Oh, what's going on, why are my earlobes so hard?"

He himself didn't know how powerful it was, so he thought it was fun, and a few little dolls next to him also reached out to touch it, and the other two tried to fiddle with it with their fingers.

"do not move!"

Liu Qingshan was frightened into a cold sweat. After the ear was frozen hard, it became very brittle. If it was touched hard, it could really fall off, and it might become an ear.

When I was playing crazy just now, I was sweating all over my head, and Si Huzi threw off the cotton hat, but the ends of the blood circulation like the ears are easy to freeze.

Maybe just inadvertently, it squeaked and froze, and Si Huzi, who was having fun, didn't feel anything at all.

Liu Qingshan grabbed a handful of snow with his hands, pulled Si Huzi over, and then began to gently wipe his ears with the snow.

This principle is similar to slow freezing pears with cold water. A layer of ice will slowly form on the surface of the frozen pears, which is the expression of the cold air inside.

After rubbing for 2 minutes, Si Huzi's earlobe became soft again, and then rubbed another one, and finally rubbed it red, as if he had a fever.

Putting the cotton cap on his head, Liu Qingshan let out a sigh of relief, and told him to pay attention when playing in the future, a child without a mother just needs no one to take care of him.

"Brother Qingshan, it's nothing, just a little itchy."

Si Huzi also said that he didn't know how bad it was, he would get edema and peeling after returning home, and finally the whole ear had to be peeled off.

Liu Qingshan took him directly to his home, and then went to the garden to pick up some eggplant seedlings from last autumn.

Eggplant seedlings that have experienced frost and snow are boiled in water and used to scrub the affected area, which can treat frostbite. This is also an indigenous method summed up by the folks.

After scrubbing Si Huzi, the remaining eggplant seedling water was put into canned bottles and asked him to take it home and continue to use it.

The four tigers who didn't think so were quite happy: "Brother Qingshan, I don't have to return this can. During the Chinese New Year, ask my second brother to help me make a small lantern."

Liu Qingshan patted his head and nodded in response.

The fourth and fifth children in the family have finished washing their hands and faces, and Lin Zhi is holding a box of clam oil, asking them to rub it on their cheeks and the back of their hands, otherwise, it would be ugly if their little faces turned into mottled potatoes.

Of course I get hungry after playing crazy outside, and I'm tired of chewing popcorn. Luckily, Liu Jinfeng was prepared and took out a few potatoes that had been buried a long time ago from under the stove.

Knock the firewood ash on the potato, gently peel off the outer skin, the inside has been roasted golden, when you split the potato, the surface is sandy again, and it also exudes a strong aroma, even Liu Qingshan swallowed.

This is not a baked potato, but a deep feeling!

Of course, if you use the same method to bake bean buns, it will be even more beautiful. If you dip it in some white sugar, it will definitely make your nose bubble beautiful.

Liu Qingshan was thinking about it, when he heard his mother Lin Zhi chanting: "Sanfenger, let's wash the rice tomorrow, you use the sledge to pull the rice mill in the commune to grind it, and come back to steam the bean buns."

Does this count as a mother-child bond, Liu Qingshan quickly agreed.

It is estimated that the mother is hungry when she sees the children coming back. After steaming the bean buns, she can eat two when she is hungry.

The fourth and fifth children were also happy. These two little girls became more and more cheerful, and they clapped their hands together: "Steamed bean buns."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but chuckled a few times: "You two, aren't you the little bean buns in the first grade?"

Chapter 1 steamed bean buns

Liu Qingshan pulled a small sledge and slipped out of Jiapigou.

This kind of small sledge, in fact, is more suitable to be called a small sledge, with four side pockets stacked horizontally and vertically on it, and the inside is the washed rhubarb rice and millet.

It is best to use rhubarb rice for steamed bean buns, which taste better and are more chewy.

At the same time, some corn stubble or millet seeds should be mixed in it. If you use big yellow rice, it will be too sticky and will not form when steamed.

Of course, this ratio is not fixed, if you like sticky food, you can add less.

The grains added are also particular. When mixed with millet, the taste is better and more delicate; when mixed with corn stubble, the color is more golden and beautiful.

Gao Wenxue also followed Xiao Paowao. He was wearing a half-new green coat and a dog fur hat on his head. He looked like a standard rural man.

But who knew that he was planning to go on a long trip, going to a metropolis like the Shanghai stock market, and was invited to participate in a writer's seminar?

The time for the seminar was mid-December, so it was time for Gao Wenxue to leave.

"Brother-in-law, you should change your outfit. Not to mention wearing a suit and leather shoes, you have to get a woolen uniform anyway."

Looking back, Liu Qingshan always felt that the eldest brother-in-law was dressed a bit rustic, it doesn't matter what age you are when you judge someone by their appearance.

Gao Wenxue pushed up the myopia with his hand, saw a small slope in front of him, bent down to help push the sledge, and replied unhurriedly:

"Sanfeng'er, I was originally a farmer, even if I become a writer in the future, I will still be a peasant writer."

The cotton shoes on his feet stepped heavily on the snow, making a snap.

"This land, this is my roots."

There is really no way to refute this, and Liu Qingshan also figured it out, thinking that the label of peasant writer is actually not bad.

Moreover, the eldest brother-in-law knows how to take root in his native land and has a clear direction of creation. As long as he works hard and perseveres, his future achievements will definitely not be low.

Because Liu Qingshan knew that no matter whether it was Lu Yao or Mo Yan, they all followed this path.

When the two of them were walking and chatting, they heard someone yelling from behind, and saw Er Biaozi also dragging a little one for a walk, breathing white air from his mouth, and chasing after him.

On top of him sat a dirt basket with a shovel in it and a small pick on his shoulder.

This set of equipment is very common in rural areas in winter, and is often used by almost every little boy and half-year-old, even some old men.

It has only one purpose: picking up manure.

In the past two years, chemical fertilizers have just started to be used, and the proportion is still very small. Every household still uses farm manure as the mainstay.

Therefore, the idlers at home will pull a small sledge and come out to pick up dung in winter.

If you can plan a large cow dung racket, you will be very happy.

Er Biaozi also joined the team: "Let's go together. I just happened to go to the commune to pick up dung. Our side has been picked up."

It took more than ten miles to pull a small sledge, and it took more than an hour to arrive. The two groups dispersed first.

Liu Qingshan first sent the bag of flour to the grain processing factory. The locals called it "rice miller". At this time, there were a lot of people washing rice, so it happened to stay here for a walk and wait in line to send the eldest brother-in-law to the car.

From a distance, I saw Gao Wenxue coming out of the post office, holding a large stack of envelopes in his arms. Looking at it, there must be at least one or two hundred envelopes.

Readers write too many letters and worry about people, and they can't even reply.

Seeing Liu Qingshan, Gao Wenxue simply handed over the letter to him: "Sanfenger, you can reply for me."

"Brother-in-law, aren't you just dumping the burden?"

Liu Qingshan is not willing to do this job, one or two letters are still very fresh, and if there are too many, it will be boring to death.

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses solemnly: "You also account for half of Gao Shan's pen name. Besides, the manuscript fee is all handed over to you, the shopkeeper."

Just when the bus came, he hurriedly squeezed into it, and left in such a cool manner.

"Brother-in-law, go early and return early, and have a good journey."

Liu Qingshan waved and watched the bus leave slowly, feeling very good: Brother-in-law is embarking on a new journey.

On the other hand, he carried a bundle of letters, hummed a tune, and strolled back to Mi Nian'er, but this tune was a bit out of place, and if the eldest brother-in-law heard it, he might be reprimanded:

"Send off comrades-in-arms, embark on a journey, cry silently, and hear camel bells in my ears..."

After all the yellow rice was powdered, they joined Er Biaozi again, and the two brothers returned with a full load.

Er Biaozi went around the grain depot and picked up a large basket full of dirt. There were many ox carts and horse-drawn carts selling grain there.

His shoulder pocket was still rattling, Liu Qingshan knew it must be a horseshoe nail picked up, probably for his younger brother to play with.

When he got home, Liu Qingshan took a big black clay pot and put the yellow rice noodles on it.

Making noodles is the most tiring job, and Liu Qingshan must go into battle. He clenches his big fists and fights hard in the basin.

Even though his physical fitness has improved a lot during this period, after a wave of rubbing, he is still sweating profusely from exhaustion.

The last two black pottery pots were almost full, and they were placed side by side on the top of the kang, covered with quilts, and they would have to spend at least one night.

Proofing the noodles is very important, this night, Lin Zhi got up to check several times, if she made too much effort, her face would turn sour, and the steamed bean buns would be unpalatable.

The others were not idle either, the cauldron had already been filled with rice beans, and after they were cooked, they were smashed with a pestle, and then kneaded into small round bean pastes.

Even the fourth and fifth children followed suit, and stuffed one into their mouths from time to time.

When the bagging started the next day, grandma also came to help, and several aunts and aunts, as well as other older girls and younger daughter-in-laws, were busy working together.

As soon as Liu Qingshan saw this picture, he immediately got excited, took out the camera again, clicked and took a few pictures, and promised to send one to each person after it was developed.

The people who helped were all overjoyed. It is not easy to get a photo these days.

The wrapped bean buns must be packed into the pot one by one, and they must be squeezed together, otherwise they will all fall to the ground.

Because of this, when there are too many people in the car, people like to describe it as "bean bag", which comes from this.

Bean buns are not cooked, so they need to be steamed for more time, at least four to five 10 minutes.

In order to prevent the pot lid from being leaked tightly, a large sack should be put on the top of the pot lid to cover it tightly.

When school was over in the afternoon, the first pot of bean buns happened to be cooked, and I lifted the lid of the pot, oh, good guy, the inside is yellow and golden, it is really gratifying to look at.

Everyone gathered around the pot and set up bean buns, usually two connected together, in order to prevent hot hands, they had to dip some cold water from time to time.

"Bean buns, bean buns."

Little Lao Si was hungry, and he and Shan Xing were both holding rice bowls and yelling by the pot, and there was a bowl of white sugar on the bottom of the bowl.

"It's hot, let it dry for a while, and, don't hit the rice bowl with chopsticks!"

Eldest sister Liu Jinfeng plucked at the antenna braids of the younger brother and exhorted.

The fourth child tilted his head and thought, "Then I'll drink it with cold water, so it won't be hot."

At this time, grandma took over the words: "Caifeng, that's even worse, it will burn your stomach."

Then grandma began to talk about ancient times: "It is said that one year when spring just started, a family was steaming bean buns, and they heard someone knocking on the door outside, and looked through the crack of the door. Guess what happened?"

"Who is coming to visit?"

The fourth child asked naively.

"It turned out to be a big black blind bear!"

"what?"

The fourth child was so frightened that he almost threw his job bowl on the ground, and then he heard grandma continue to say: "The whole family was frightened, so they dipped the outside of the bean bag in cold water and threw it outside."

"The black blind man just came out of hibernation and was hungry, so he swallowed the bean buns. The outside of the bean buns were cool, but the inside was still hot. In the end, the black blind man screamed and burned to death."

Before grandma finished speaking, the fourth child put the rice bowl on the cutting board: "I won't eat it, I won't eat bean buns anymore!"

Everyone was amused by her appearance, and grandma burst into tears: "Eat, eat, it's cold now, just in time to eat."

Only then did the fourth child happily eat the bean buns, Shan Xing also picked up two, dipped them in sugar, and sent them to Liu Qingshan's mouth.

It is sweet, soft and glutinous, and the bean filling inside is also fragrant. My mother's steamed bean buns are really amazing!

I have been busy working until midnight before steaming all the bean buns, taking them outside to freeze, then putting them in noodle bags, and putting them in the tank. When eating, I steam them inside the house, which is very convenient.

If the children are hungry, they can also eat frozen bean buns, and play while eating outside. The bean buns are so frozen that there are two rows of small tooth marks.

The next day, Liu Qingshan went up the mountain carrying half a bag of bean buns. Before leaving, he greeted his mother and said that he would stay on the mountain for a few days, which was also ordered by his master.

Anyway, during this period of time at home, there is nothing serious, at most it is watering the greenhouse, which is not tiring.

When he got to Mu Ke Leng's side, he practiced boxing with his master first, and then stood up.

The dumb grandpa was cooking in the house. He stewed some sauerkraut soup and heated a curtain of bean buns on it.

After Liu Qingshan finished his morning exercise, he went into the house to eat, and the steaming hot meal came out of the pan.

The two of them were eating at the small dining table, and the little bear was also hungry, whimpering and grinding on the ground, and howling twice from time to time.

Liu Qingshan poked the beanbags on the curtain with chopsticks, and was about to hold them to the master, but he didn't pay attention, and the back of his hand touched the wire of the end curtain, which made him tremble, and with a flick of the chopsticks, two beanbags flew to the ground.

Xiao Hei fumbled on the ground, worrying about not being able to move, hey, hey, a sticky bean bag fell from the sky, opened his mouth, and the bean bag fell directly into his mouth.