Seventy-year-old book: The villain Zaizai’s best mother

After leaving the slaughtering department, Xia Mingshuang rode his bicycle and took Zaizai to the market to see if he could buy anything.

A few years ago, the capitalist tail was cut off in the countryside, and no business was allowed. However, the country people did not know so many rules. They just knew that if the family was short of something, they would exchange it for it, or they would do something and exchange it for others in need. So, The commune meetings are still held regularly.

The so-called market is an open space, where nearby members bring things to exchange with others. When there are more people participating, it is a market or gathering.

At this time, the market was mostly for rural people to exchange food and supplies, and there were no industrial products. Therefore, the cadres of the market management office turned a blind eye most of the time and would not bother to take care of them if they were scolded.

There may be so-called black markets in big cities, but there is no need for such things in the countryside. People's purchasing power is limited, and no one has a few spare dollars, let alone rare things to sell. Where can there be a need for a black market?

Of course, there won't be a large number of people selling grain in the market. After all, the purchasing and marketing system is unified, and each household has limited rations, so they won't be willing to sell them unless absolutely necessary.

There was no fabric seller in the market. To buy cloth these days, you need a cloth ticket. Even if you buy a vest, you still need a two-foot cloth ticket.

There are no people selling pork privately, but some people secretly sell their own old hens and eggs that don't lay eggs.

The old hens that have been raised in the countryside for several years cannot be stewed well, and the meat is not delicious because of the waste of firewood. They can only be eaten in soup. Unless the mother needs to replenish her health, most people will not buy it.

Xia Mingshuang didn't buy it either.

She shopped around and bought two rough porcelain bowls. She also had other small benches, cover mats, and grates at home. Even if they were broken, she would make them herself, and she would usually be reluctant to spend the money to buy them.

Xia Mingshuang sighed. He didn't expect that he, who spent money like water in his previous life, would also be reluctant to spend money one day.

No, it was a day when I had no money to spend.

Seeing that the sun was estimated to be around ten o'clock and almost eleven o'clock, she quickly took her little Zai Zai home.

When they arrived at Gujialing, Xia Mingshuang returned the bicycle first, then carried a cloth bag and led Zaizai home.

When Xiao Zaizai entered the village, he stuffed the last bite of chicken cake into his mouth. He pursed his lips for fear of missing a trace of cake crumbs and for fear of being seen by others.

The little child already has an intuition that such delicious food will cause trouble for Nyonya if someone sees it.

Xia Mingshuang paid to rent the bicycle, so he didn't owe any favors or give anything to the accountant.

She likes this method, she doesn't owe any favors, and she can use it with peace of mind.

After returning home, Xia Mingshuang took the little Zaizai for a simple wash, then dragged the big earthenware basin to the sun and filled it with water to dry in the sun, so that he and Miaomiao could take a bath together in the afternoon.

The pig tail needs to be stewed for half a day, so it can only be eaten at night.

She assessed the weather and decided to make dumplings.

Although there is no meat at home, there are eggs.

She kneaded the dough first and beat two eggs into it, so that the dough would be chewy and the skin would not break easily, making it more chewy, chewy and sweet.

When the dough is ready, put it in a basin and cover it with a lid to keep it awake, and then prepare the filling.

She picked a gourd, peeled and grated it, chopped it a few times, sprinkled it with salt and water, and put it in a clean earthen basin. Then she cut a handful of relatively tender leeks, minced them and mixed them in, and finally fried them in peanut oil. Crush the eggs, sprinkle with a handful of dried shrimp skin, add soy sauce and stir to make a very fresh filling.

It's a bit laborious to roll out the dumplings one by one.

Xia Mingshuang looked at the time and was afraid he wouldn't have enough time, so he simply rolled out the pancake and then cut it open with a knife.

The wontons came faster.

Speaking of which, the locals don’t know how to make wontons. Many people have never eaten or seen wontons since they were young. They have always eaten dumplings.

The faster you roll out the dough, the faster you can wrap the wontons.

Xiao Zaizai knelt down on the bench and helped Xia Ming double-wrap wontons.

Although he is small, his movements are slow and steady, not impatient at all, and he does it in a decent manner.

Xia Mingshuang praised: "Zai Zai is great. He can already help my mother make wontons. You will have to eat some more later."

The little Zaizai laughed happily and worked harder to make wontons after being praised.

Xia Mingshuang went to make a fire and boil water. When the water boiled, he put the wontons down and cooked them. He boiled them, poured some water, and did this several times before taking them out.

There was no seaweed at home, so she sprinkled a little green onion, a pinch of salt, and two drops of sesame oil into the wonton soup.

A large bowl for each person is placed on the table to cool, so that it will not be so hot when the children come back.

Xia Mingshuang was processing pig liver, while Da Zhuang and Miao Miao took Er Zhuang home.

Da Zhuang and Gu Nianjun followed the adults in harvesting sorghum and cutting beans, earning six or seven work points a day. Miao Miao and Er Zhuang picked up cotton at the same speed as the adults, and could earn five or six work points.

Speaking of which, Xia Mingshuang is a little embarrassed. The children go to work to earn work points, but she is idle at home?

Let her go too.

The two men rushed in first, smelling the fragrant smell and couldn't help sniffing and shouting: "Mom, what is so fragrant?"

He saw the big bowl on the table and shouted in surprise, "Dumplings, dumplings!"

Xiao Zaizai corrected: "Wonton."

Mom said it.

Er Zhuang was so anxious that he stretched out his hand to grab it, but found that the big bowl was full of soup and it was very hot. He hurriedly grabbed the chopsticks.

Xia Mingshuang slapped him lightly and said, "Wash your hands."

Da Zhuang and Miao Miao washed their hands and came in. He sat down to eat, while Miao Miao took the initiative to help Xia Mingshuang arrange the pickles.

Da Zhuang glanced around and said, "Mom, why don't you eat dumplings without minced garlic?"

Little Zaizai: "Wontons."

Erzhuang came in just in time to wash his hands, and pulled two heads of garlic from the garlic braid hanging on the door frame, "It's okay, just crush the garlic cloves."

Xia Ming smiled slightly, "You guys take a sip of the soup first, and I'll pound the garlic for you."

Da Zhuang Er Zhuang: "!!!"

Mother is so gentle and considerate?

The sun comes out in the west!

Erzhuang smiled flatteringly and said, "Mom, how can I keep you busy? I'll do it."

Several people started working together, peeling garlic and pounding garlic.

It's so big and strong that you can mash it with just a few clicks, pour soy sauce and scoop it into a bowl, and it's done.

They have never eaten wontons. They eat dumplings dry without soup, and drink the soup last.

They didn't ask Xia Mingshuang why he made the dumplings like this, let alone why the dumplings were still soaked in the soup. His mother didn't beat or scold them, but she even took the initiative to make dumplings for them. This was already a great thing, and she still asked for such a good thing. If you have too much, isn’t that greedy?

They're not like that.

Da Zhuang poured the soup from the bowl into a small basin first, and then started eating the wontons.

He had been starving for a long time after doing strenuous work, and he got into trouble without saying a word.

tasty! fragrant! Delicious!

Da Zhuang was average in his studies, but he was poor at words. After a few words popped into his head, he began to devour them.

Erzhuang is not far behind, he can eat more if he eats quickly!

Xia Mingshuang kept reminding, "Eat slowly, no one will grab it for you, don't worry about it."

Because her two sons helped her in front of her grandparents, and helped her harvest crops and earn work points, Xia Mingshuang decided to treat them well in the future.

Even if they learn incorrectly if they follow the plot in the future, she will try not to educate them with corporal punishment, but with education of love.

At least that's what I think now. It will be a future thing if I get angry and want to draw wattle sticks.