Rebirth in 1970: I work as an educated youth in a forest farm

Primary school only takes two subjects: mathematics and Chinese, and the papers are easy to approve. Mathematics in the morning and Chinese in the afternoon can be completed in one day.

Rank the class list the next day and the semester will be over.

On December 28th, the children returned to school to listen to their grades and leave their vacation homework. After that, the happy winter vacation began.

Zhou Qinglan also took a leave of absence from school and went home to wait for the birth.

On the 30th, Zhang Shuzhen asked Sheng Xikang to take the two sisters to the mill and push out the soaked rice.

Put the rolled sticky noodles into the noodle bag, put the textured side of the washboard facing up, and place it horizontally on the large basin. Then put the dough bag on top of the washboard and control the water overnight.

That night, soak the selected red beans, and get up early the next morning to cook the beans.

When the beans are almost ready to be served, stir in some saccharin.

There is no way, white sugar is a rare thing these days. So many bean fillings require several kilograms of white sugar. Who is willing to give it up?

Saccharin only costs a few cents per pack, and it is enough to pour it in.

Crush the cooked red beans into puree with a spoon, put them into a basin and let cool.

After eating, dig out the sticky noodles from your pocket, add a little water appropriately according to the degree of dryness and wetness, and knead them thoroughly again.

The sticky noodles and bean filling are all ready, and you can wrap the sticky fire spoon.

Dig out a piece of sticky dough about the size of an egg, roll it into a ball and flatten it, or shape it into a small bowl shape with your hands, wrap it with bean paste, flatten it again, and put it on the curtain.

This job is not something that just anyone can do. The movements must be quick and the hands must not be too hot.

If your hands are too hot, the sticky noodles will become thin and flow down, becoming shapeless.

If you move slowly, the sticky noodles will get on your hands and break the skin.

All the children at home were on vacation, Sheng Xikang was lighting a fire in the outer room, while Sheng Yunfang, Sheng Yunfei and Zhou Qinglan were waiting in the house.

Zhou Qinglan's stomach was really uncomfortable sitting on the kang, so he took a stool and sat next to the edge of the kang, quickly wrapping the fire spoon.

A few curtains were wrapped around it, and the gourd in the pot in the outer room was also hot.

So Zhang Shuzhen went to the outer room, wiped the top of the spatula with an oil bag, and then placed the wrapped fire spoons one by one on the spatula.

Fill a pot, cover the pot, wait for a while, open the pot, and use a spatula to turn the sticky spoon over.

When both sides of the sticky spoon are browned, there are no white edges around it, and there is a sweet smell when the pot is opened, the sticky spoon is considered cooked.

"Mom, Mom, let us two try it. It smells so delicious. It's so delicious."

Sheng Xitai and Chen Feng had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the first pot of sticky fire ladle coming out, they asked hurriedly.

"I don't control the heat of this pot very well. I'll cook it in the next pot later, and then add some oil to fry it. Then it will taste delicious."

The Sheng family relies on food supplies, and they don’t farm their own land. How can there be sticky corn, sticky sorghum, etc. that can be used to make sticky fire spoons?

In previous years, the Liu family had packaged some and sent them over. Zhang Shuzhen was also greedy for this hot-sticking ladle that had just come out of the pot. How could she blame the child?

So, when the second pot was almost cooked, Zhang Shuzhen filled out half of the pot and put the remaining half to the side.

Then pour some oil on the griddle, dip the remaining sticky spoon in some oil, and fry it again.

Originally, the sticky fire spoon was very fragrant, but after adding oil and frying it, the aroma spread everywhere. Even the few people in the room who had sticky fire spoons couldn't help sniffling.

"It smells so good, Mom, has the fire ladle come out of the pot? I want to eat one too." Sheng Yunfei and Sheng Yunfang shouted towards the outhouse.

"Why are you so anxious? Can't I serve it out? Just wait."

Zhang Shuzhen responded in the outer room, then quickly shoveled the hot spoon off the spatula and put it on the plate.

"Lao Liu, please bring the plate into the room and let your sister-in-law taste it. This newly made hot-sticking spoon is delicious."

Zhang Shuzhen brought out two plates of sticky fire spoons and directed Sheng Xitai to carry them into the room so that everyone could taste them.

Browned on both sides and still glistening with oil, the steaming hot spoon was brought into the room.

These children don't care if it's hot or not, they just grab one and bite it.

The newly cooked stick-fire spoon is crispy on the outside and soft and waxy on the inside. Coupled with the soft and sweet bean filling, the texture is simply amazing.

"Delicious, so delicious."

In the past, the stick-on-fire spoons that were eaten were chilled and then slowly opened. The hot ones on the plate had long since lost the burnt aroma, and were just soft and waxy and sweet.

It's fresh out of the pan, crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, fragrant and sweet, it's really delicious.

"Mom, stop working so hard and eat two when you come in. Well, it's so delicious to eat the Sticky Fire Spoon like this."

Zhou Qinglan couldn't hold back, and took a sticky fire spoon that was still a little hot, took a big bite, chewed it with satisfaction, and greeted Zhang Shuzhen at the same time.

"It's really delicious. I've never eaten like this."

The Zhou family used to live in Tonghua. They moved to Songjianghe just a few years ago and didn't know many people there.

Besides, the employees in the bureau do not farm, and there is no sticky corn, rhubarb rice, etc. in the grain supply. How can anyone go out of their way to buy rice and beans to pack in the fire spoon?

That is Wang Chunxiu. When she was in the hospital, someone would occasionally give her a few kilograms, which were also frozen. Zhou Qinglan had never eaten this kind of food before, so she thought it was very delicious.

"Well, well, here it comes."

Zhang Shuzhen, on her side, placed all the fire-sticking spoons on the spatula, closed the pot lid, and also came into the room, picked up a oily and browned fire-sticking spoon, and took a bite.

"Well, that's what it smells like, it's so fragrant.

A few years ago, your uncle Liu's two daughters-in-law hadn't even married yet. His family was making fire spoons for the winter, and I happened to have nothing to do, so I went over to help.

That time, Mrs. Liu fried something like this. It was always delicious. I have always thought about it. It was so delicious. "

Zhang Shuzhen was talking while eating.

"Well, my dear, this food is delicious, but the sticky stuff is hard to digest, and the bean paste inside can easily cause heartburn.

You're pregnant with a baby, so just eat a little, but don't overeat and make it uncomfortable. "

Zhang Shuzhen glanced at Zhou Qinglan and gave her uneasy instructions. "It's not that Mom is reluctant to give it to you, it's mainly because she's afraid of making you uncomfortable."

After Zhou Qinglan was five or six months pregnant, she always complained of pantothenic acid and heartburn.

The elders say that when children start to grow hair, adults will suffer from heartburn and discomfort.

At that time, Zhang Shuzhen gave a trick: eat fresh sunflower seeds.

It's the kind of melon seeds on the sunflower plate that haven't been harvested yet. They are less oily and sweeter.

Zhou Qinglan ate a lot of fresh melon seeds all autumn. Zhou Qinglan ate half of the sunflowers that the Sheng family planted around the vegetable garden, so he didn't suffer from heartburn later.

Zhang Shuzhen was afraid that if Zhou Qinglan ate too much, she would develop old problems again. There was no fresh melon seeds for her to eat at this time.

"Ah? Is there anything else you can say? Oh, I know, I will only eat two, not more."

Zhou Qinglan has never eaten a stick of fire spoon a few times in total. How does she know this? As soon as I heard my mother-in-law's instructions, I nodded quickly.

If this was the case, she wouldn't dare to eat too much, as the heartburn and sourness would be unpleasant.