The days when I am farming in the last days

It was already afternoon when I finished pushing a pot of beans slowly.Tang Ma looked at the sky and said, "Hurry up and hurry up." You have to press the tofu before dark, otherwise you won't have time to collect it before going to bed.It can't be pressed overnight in the snow, it will become frozen tofu.

Next, put the ground soybean milk in a pot and heat it to a boil.

Tang Ma specially filled a pot out of a small tin pot and handed it to Tang Han, "Make a pot of vegetable tofu and eat it."

Tang Han put the small pot on the stove and burned it.Because the unfiltered soy milk will stick to the pot, it must be stirred constantly.She took a spoon, stood in front of the fire, stirred it twice, couldn't help rubbing her sore arms, "It's over, I probably won't be able to move my arms tomorrow."

Looking at Jiang Dai again, "How do you feel?"

Jiang Dai squeezed her arm and said in a flamboyant tone, "An unprecedented experience."

Tang Han laughed. Jiang Dai looked like the kind of girl who came from a noble background. She probably hadn't done any physical work since she was a child. It was indeed an experience she had never had before.

Ozawa knelt on the chair and looked at the soy milk in the pot curiously, "Sister, why is it called vegetable tofu? Is there rice tofu?"

Tang Han was amused by her, "Chop up the vegetables and put them in here. The tofu will hang on the vegetables and condense into a ball, which is called vegetable tofu. It tastes light and can be served with rice. During the Chinese New Year, there is a lot of fish and meat every day, so I want to eat it." Make some vegetarian dishes to adjust."

She also had to wash the cabbage, so she gave the spoon to Qin Yu and asked him to stir it so that it wouldn't get stuck in the pot.

Then she found out the vegetable basket and asked Jiang Dai, "Would you like to go to the vegetable field with me?"

Jiang Dai didn't want to go, she just wanted to sit peacefully by the fire and do nothing.On the contrary, Ozawa was very excited and wanted to go.But he probably wasn't used to asking adults, so he just looked at Tang Han eagerly, and occasionally turned his head to look at his own father.

"Then let's go together." The vegetable garden is just behind the house, and Tang Han doesn't have to worry about the child getting lost.Now that it's snowing, he doesn't have to worry about his shoes getting dirt in the vegetable field.

She carried the basket in one hand and Ozawa in the other, and walked around to the back of the house.

As soon as Ozawa saw the vegetable garden, he immediately showed a surprised expression, "Sister, there are so many vegetables!"

The vegetable garden is about [-] to [-] square meters, and it is artificially divided into seven or eight small pieces.Usually each small plot will be planted with different fruits and vegetables, but now it is winter, so except for a bed of shallots, the rest are cabbage.

The local cabbage is hard to roll, and it grows very fangs and claws, looking like green flowers blooming on the ground.The pure white snow covered the vegetables, and the outer layer of vegetable leaves were frozen.Tang Han put down a few stalks of cabbage with a sickle, and first separated the broken leaves and put them at the bottom of the basket before putting the good ones on top.

Ozawa squatted aside and pointed her, "Sister, these vegetable leaves are bad and cannot be eaten."

Tang Han said, "That's not for us to eat, take it back and feed it to the pigs."

Ozawa's eyes widened immediately, "If a pig eats rotten vegetable leaves, won't it have diarrhea? My father said that after eating rotten vegetables, it will cause stomach pain."

"Pigs are different from people. They won't have diarrhea after eating them." Tang Han said with a smile.

"That pig is so powerful!" Ozawa sighed immediately.

Tang Han laughed, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was not bad to say that.From the perspective of survival, a stomach that can eat and digest anything is indeed more powerful than a human's fragile stomach that can only eat fine grains.

"Yes." She deliberately teased him, "But it's not good to be too powerful. Pigs are so powerful, they grow very fast, and they will be killed when they gain weight!"

"Why kill it?"

"Because we want to eat meat, do you like meat? Braised pork, twice-cooked pork, stewed pork ribs and fried tenderloin...Do you want to eat Ozawa?"

Ozawa swallowed silently.

When Tang Han took his hand and returned home, he immediately ran to his father, and whispered in his ear, "Dad, my sister just said that we will kill pigs and eat meat in a few days."

Although he was "whispering", his voice was not lowered at all.Jiang Dai next to her heard it and laughed silently.

Ozawa quickly accepted the matter of killing pigs.He didn't know when he followed Mama Tang to see the two pigs in the pen, so he seriously planned to kill the bigger one so that there would be more meat.

Qin Yu bluffed him, "Big pigs are full of fat, and you don't like to eat fat."

"Then let's kill the younger one. Grandma said that the first pig can be sold for money, and the older one can be sold." He immediately changed his mind.

Tang Ma, who happened to come over to look for gauze, was amused by him.

When Tang Han's vegetables were washed, chopped and put into the soy milk to cook, the soy milk on Tang Ma's side was already hot, and he had to scoop it out and filter out the bean dregs.She folded the washed gauze into several thick layers, tied it to a cross-shaped shelf, and then hung the shelf from the ceiling to hang naturally. Finally, she scooped the heated soybean milk in and filtered it out with a large basin underneath. of soy milk.

This process is not complicated, but it is very time-consuming. It usually takes several hours to filter out all the soybean milk.

Jiang Dai came to visit admiringly, and couldn't help asking, "Why don't you just squeeze out the soy milk?"

Tang's mother was shoveling the sticky rice, and said with a smile, "You can't squeeze it. I don't know where I learned it from Zhang Laosan next door. I said that I can squeeze out soy milk directly. It's really fast." , the final tofu is all black.”

So some things, the ancestors can pass down, there must be a reason.

Ozawa didn't know when he touched Tang's back. He was not as high as the stove, and he was completely blocked. Tang's mother almost knocked him down when she turned around. She was startled, "When did you come here? ? Why didn't I see you?"

"I came here quietly." Ozawa looked at the crispy rice in her hand, "This - such a big crispy rice!"

Tang's mother was familiar with children's temper, and she knew from the tone that he wanted to eat, so she broke off a small piece maliciously, "Do you want to taste it?"

Ozawa immediately reached out to take it, put it into his mouth and chewed it, his whole face wrinkled, "Hey, it's so bad!"

"This is for pigs." Tang Han laughed at him, "You want to eat everything you see."

"This is also for pigs, and the bad vegetable leaves are also for pigs. Why do pigs eat everything!" Ozawa was puzzled, "Won't pigs find it hard to eat?"

This is a good question, but all the people present here cannot give an answer to this question.For humans, whether pigs like to eat or not, and whether they think it tastes good or not doesn't seem to be a matter of concern.In the village, the purpose of raising pigs is to dispose of the leftover swill. Anyway, it is right to throw everything that people cannot eat to the pigs.

It's miserable just thinking about it.

When straining the soy milk, Tang Han's vegetable tofu was almost cooked.Tang's mother went to Zhang's next door to ask for sour soup, poured half a scoop into it, and after a while, fluffy tofu appeared.Stir constantly with a spoon, the tofu will hang on the vegetable leaves and condense into a loose ball, and the vegetable tofu is ready.

While stirring, Tang Ma asked the others, "Xiao Qin, Xiao Jiang, have you ever eaten tofu in sour soup?"

"Occasionally, I see people selling them in the vegetable market." Qin Yu said very flatteringly, "But most of the time it's plaster."

"That's right, the gypsum is tender, it doesn't taste like sour soup tofu." Tang Ma said proudly.

She has this visceral pride in all the skills she has mastered.Tang Han was already used to it, but when he thought of Jiang Dai's analysis, he felt that maybe he had never understood her thoughts.

However, this kind of pride, and the self-confidence born of pride, are clearly reflected in Tang Han.

Although she was born in a rural area, she never felt inferior when talking about her hometown. This kind of life that many Chinese people can no longer experience is a precious asset for Tang Han—the more she grows up, the more she feels. The more people she came into contact with, the more she felt this way.

When it was dark, the soy milk was finally filtered.Then boil it, put it into the sour soup, and the tofu will coagulate.The tofu just condensed is very soft and tender, and it is tofu nao when eaten directly.So Tang Ma finished ordering the tofu, and instead of pressing it in a hurry, she hurried over and asked them, "Do you want tofu nao?"

After getting an affirmative answer, she served a few bowls of tofu nao, and then began to squeeze the tofu.

Put a table flat in the yard, wedge four wooden boards into a square box, spread the washed gauze on the bottom, pour the boiled soft tofu into it, cover it, and put a few big stones to hold it down , After several hours of pressing in this way, the tofu will be shaped.

Tofu is made in the village, because moldy tofu, fried tofu, pinched blood tofu, etc. are to be made later, so it is generally used to pressing for a longer time to squeeze out the water as much as possible to make old tofu.The squeeze time sold on the street is shorter, and the taste is more tender.

Tang's mother put the stone on the bag and pressed it. When she returned to the stove, she heard Tang Han's disgusted voice, "Hey...you put sugar in the tofu!"

"Isn't it strange to put salt and pepper?" Jiang Dai objected.

A sweet-salty war was about to break out, Tang Ma walked into the room, and put the sugar bowl and the salt bowl in front of Tang Han and Jiang Dai respectively, "You can put whatever you like, and no one stipulates that you can only eat one It’s a kind of taste. When you eat rice dumplings, don’t you dip them in sugar?”

"I don't like dipping in sugar, okay?" Tang Han argued, "Obviously you guys like it."

"Oh, then don't eat the shadows I collected this year." Tang Ma said indifferently.

"!! Did you plant it this year?" Tang Han suddenly turned from anger to joy, and flattered, "I haven't eaten it for many years, where did you find the seeds? You can find them later, and I will stir fry them tomorrow." Yes, it’s delicious when you make glutinous rice cakes.”

"What is a shadow?" Jiang Dai was confused while listening.

"It's a local specialty plant, and its scientific name seems to be Suma." Tang Han said that when she first learned the name, she was already an old driver who had been infiltrated by Internet literature, and she always felt that the name was not serious. "The positioning is about the same as sesame seeds. It is very fragrant. After frying, pound it and mix it with sugar. It is best to dip it in. It will also be used to wrap glutinous rice balls on the first day of the new year."

"New Year's Day?" Jiang Dai suspected that she had heard wrong.

"Well, it's a local custom to eat glutinous rice balls on New Year's Day."

The author has something to say: Happy Children's Day!

感谢在2020-05-3109:17:03~2020-06-0111:20:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of kojiu and Mojiu; 13 bottles of broken heart; 10 bottles of soy sauce; 4 bottles of jro;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!