Farmhouse is so old

"Don't just watch outside, go and help find some bamboo sticks, which will be useful later." Tang Qing was also tempted by the aroma of the more fried and more fragrant, and he got up early in the morning before eating, and then smelled this The fragrance, even the stomach can't help but come out and cry twice in response to the situation.

When the children outside the house heard the order, they wiped the saliva that was about to flow out with their sleeves, and they all went to look for bamboo sticks. They still had a lot of bamboo sticks when they were grilling before, but they just couldn't remember where they put them.

Feeling that it was almost done, Tang Qing used a low heat to collect the juice, then put in some seasoning, sprinkled with green onion, stir-fried a few times, and then started the pot.A strong scent of snails burst out.

"Guru~~"

The children who found the bamboo sticks happened to come over, and they couldn't help swallowing when they smelled the tempting fragrance.I really wanted to eat it, and stared at the wooden basin in Tang Qing's hand without taking my eyes off it.

"Have all of you washed up?" Zhou Qing, who came over after hearing the wind, asked feigned anger when he saw that they were about to eat.

I didn't even wash up when I got up, so I hurried over to watch Tang Qing stir-fry the snails. I ran to find the bamboo skewers just now, and my hands were covered with a lot of dust. Don't forget the most basic cleaning just to eat.

Only Zhou Qing, when they were all swallowing saliva, fetched water and washed in a calm manner. Anyway, the snails would not run away, and it seemed that they could not eat, so it was better to clean themselves.

The children looked at each other, looked at their dirty hands, and ran to wash them in desperation.

"It's all ready, come and have a taste." Tang Qing put the wooden basin full of snails on the table and called Zhou Zhouqing to come in.Yesterday Zhou Qing was unwilling to try it, but today he doesn't believe that after trying it, Zhou Qing can bear it?

"How do you eat this?" Zhou Qing picked up a snail with chopsticks and was about to put it in his mouth, but it was wrong after thinking about it. The snail shell is so hard that it will be useless after eating a few teeth.

Tang Qing laughed secretly in his heart, so you won’t know it, look at me, pick up a snail with his hand, put it near his mouth and suck it hard, all the soup will be sucked into his mouth, spicy, umami, and onion The aroma of ginger and garlic is all mixed together, shocking the taste buds and brain, it is indescribably delicious.

After sucking the soup, Tang Qing was picking out the snail meat with a bamboo stick. The snail meat was already tasty and elastic. It was chewy enough and chewy in the mouth, which made people have an endless aftertaste. Even those who are used to eating delicious food Tang Qing couldn't help sighing, "It's really delicious."

Needless to say, the aroma of fried snails makes people salivate. Looking at Tang Qing's expression of enjoyment, Zhou Qing couldn't help it anymore, and followed Tang Qing's example, taking a sip first, and then picking out the snails. meat to eat.

Zhou Qing's eyes were half-closed when the delicious taste came into his mouth, and he enjoyed it even more than Tang Qing's appearance. He didn't have a good appetite when he was pregnant, and this snail was extremely appetizing, and he couldn't help his appetite.

When Tang Qing saw Zhou Qing's appearance, he knew that it was in line with his wishes, and he was also happy. Seeing the person he loves the most satisfied eating the food he made is the happiest.

"We want to eat too." After washing, the child jumped up to the snails, and started to eat the snails as well.

"It's delicious, it's so delicious." The children suck one by one, and they can't stop at all. Like a boy who has more strength, he can suck the snail meat into his mouth. Seeing the speed, Tang Qing and Zhou Qing were dumbfounded.

Fortunately, Tang Qing guessed this would be the case, and removed the viscera of the snail long ago, otherwise, the way they starved to death would eat would cause a stomachache.

The most elegant eating of snails belongs to Song Chengyun. He filled a plate with a plate, and on the small table beside him, he pecked slowly without making a sound. Things are different from others.

I spent the morning in the sound of sucking snails, and I could still feel the spicy smell on my hands after washing my hands. As for breakfast, I flew to the sky early. Only Zhou Qing used steamed buns to pad his belly, and the others were full just eating snails up.

Drinking tea in the living room to eliminate food, the scholars who were looking for at the Literature Museum arrived yesterday, more than 50 people crowded the living room to the brim, there was no extra bench at home, so they could only be wronged to stand first.

After exchanging greetings, Tang Qing didn't waste time, and directly cut to the topic: "I don't know what your current ability level is, but in order to inspect you, you decided to let you go to the construction site to make records. Is this okay?"

Tang Qing wanted to select a few more outstanding people from among the fifty to be promoted to the heads of various departments, so they were all sent to the construction site first, and the best ones were promoted. Even a well-ordered construction site could not be managed well. How to rest assured that the factory will be handed over to them for management.

"No problem." The scholars replied in unison. Before they came, they had visited Tang Qing's construction site. If they couldn't even do this little thing well, they would be called scholars in vain.

"Okay, here is the list of factory recruits. You can assign them to each other, inquire about some of their specialties and family conditions, and organize them so that they can be seen at a glance." Seeing that they had no objections, Tang Qing took Put the list of recruits on the table before they come out, and let them take it down and distribute it by themselves.

Thousands of people are divided, and each person is only a few dozen people. Five days is enough.The scholars took their assigned personnel lists, and left Tang Qing's house confidently, and went to the construction site to start their own work.

There are many people on the construction site. It is not easy to find out the people on the list in your hand among so many people. They are confident that they can even pass the exam as a scholar.

After seeing off the scholars, Tang Qing wandered to the back kitchen. The yellow mud he dug up yesterday hadn't been used yet, so he had to make things out of it today.

"Brother, you are playing with mud." Tang Qing was mixing mud with water, and Zhou He, who came out of nowhere, squatted beside him with a smile.

Looking at Zhou He's smirk, Tang Qing knew that something was wrong with him. This kid always had this expression when he was begging for help. He was so stupid, no matter how stupid he looked, but he didn't know it.

"What's the matter?" Tang Qinghe frowned slightly, his brows slightly raised, and his tone was casual, as if he didn't notice Zhou He's expression at all.

Zhou He paused, hesitated to speak a few times, swallowed his saliva inadvertently, a little nervous, opened his lips several times but did not make a sound, his eyes followed Tang Qing's movements, and his whole body began to look very nervous .

While playing with the mud, Tang Qing secretly observed Zhou He's expression. Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, he knew that something was embarrassing for him and he couldn't say it, so he asked him coldly: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly."

"I want to ask if the snail can be made again?" Zhou He blurted out in a panic, startled by Tang Qing's tone.

"Why, still want to eat?" Just because of this hour, why panic: "If you want to eat, go to the river to fish yourself, and I will cook it with you tomorrow. There are plenty of them in the small river, grab a handful, remember Don't go too deep."

When mentioning the snails, Tang Qing couldn't help but speak again. Since everyone still wants to eat, just fish some back and cook. But they have to be reminded not to go too crazy and go to deep water.

Zhou He blushed a little, obviously what he wanted to talk about just now was not this matter, he opened his mouth and retorted softly: "No."

"Huh?" Tang Qing's hands were too strong, and the mud stars accidentally splashed on his face, and he was wiping with his sleeves when he heard Zhou He's mosquito-like voice.

"Brother, I want to learn how to make snails." In the end, Zhou He gritted his teeth and said it. Anyway, he would die sooner or later, so he felt better when he said it.

"Just for this, okay, just to teach you, but you have to tell me, what you learn to do, I guess it's not just for your own food." Tang Qing didn't believe it, they didn't have any tricks in private, they talked secretly He was still hesitating, and he knew something was up at a glance.

Hearing that Tang Qing agreed, Zhou He felt a lot more relaxed and less restrained, and said openly and frankly, "We want to make money."

"Using fried snails to make money? It's a good idea. All right, if you want to learn, go catch snails yourself, and I'll teach you how to do it when you come back." Tang Qing didn't ask them what they wanted to do to earn money, they had all grown up Yes, it's a good thing to have your own ideas.

Zhou He was a little surprised, his eyes widened, and he asked stupidly: "Brother, don't you ask us what we do for money?"

Tang Qing got up and stretched his legs, feeling numb after squatting too long, glanced at Zhou He, who was in shock, and said, "You guys know that earning money is a good thing, and it's not a bad thing, so ask so clearly what to do."

"Okay, okay, you hurry up, don't delay my work, if you want to learn how to fry snails, you hurry up and fish." Zhou He was still a little dazed, Tang Qing had already rushed him away impatiently.

Zhou He had no choice but to go back and tell other people the good news. That’s right, this group of children came up with this method together. They were still thinking about how to make money yesterday. Today, after eating snails, they had an idea. The way to make money is Numb in the mouth.

The snails are everywhere in the river, and there is no need to spend any capital at all. They only need seasoning money when they are brought back to fry. The taste is good, but the key is the strong fragrance. How many people can withstand the temptation of this fragrance?

When they fry it and put it on the street, the aroma will spread, and there must be many people buying it. They are afraid that they will not be able to make money, but they have to learn how to do it before that, but they dare not tell Tang Qing.

No one was willing to push and shove, and in the end it was decided by drawing lots, and Zhou He was the unlucky guy, so he could only reluctantly run to Tang Qing.

"It's really enough to have you, and it's really done. When I earn money, I will share more with you." Seeing that Zhou He really talked about Tang Qing, Zhou Shan beat Zhou He's chest very happily.

Others also praised him, praising Zhou He so proudly that he raised his head and said, "That's right, you don't want to see who is in charge. I, Zhou He, can handle things with ease."

"Okay, let's go catch the snails. We have to wash them when we get them back. We have to leave them overnight. There are a lot of things waiting for us to do." Zhang Lan and Zhou Su, two girls, are already ready to go, with straw hats on their heads and The wooden basin was just waiting to set off to catch the snails, seeing Zhou He and the others still fighting, reminded them impatiently.

"Let's go, let's go." The boys are not afraid of the sun, and they can set off at any time. Seeing that Zhang Lan and the others are unhappy, they immediately pack up their things. A group of people headed to Xiaohe in a mighty way, starting their summer journey of touching snails.

The water in the river was very clear, everyone had a great time playing in the water, and they could even touch the snails.

Tang Qing was still playing with "mud" at home. What he wanted to make was not so easy to make, and he couldn't make it at all in a day.I did it with my hands just now, but now I have to step on it.

There were no rice-planting shoes here, so Tang Qing rolled up his trouser legs, exposing his white and tender feet, and stepped on them directly.You have to step on the mud firmly.

"Why are you playing with mud?" Zhou Qing found out the clothes to be changed in the house, packed them in a basket, and was about to wash them, when he saw Tang Qing stepping on the mud and asked in surprise.

"After two days, you will know, it's not such a great thing, maybe you won't like it." In fact, Tang Qing regretted doing this impulsively. He had to step on the mud for several hours, but said If you go out, you have to insist on finishing the splashed water no matter what. It is not his style to give up halfway.

What made Tang Qing uneasy was that he didn't know whether Zhou Qing would like this gift, because he had nothing to do with Zhou Qing himself, so he was uneasy. He agreed to give someone a birthday present, which felt a bit like making it for himself.

"What, it's so mysterious." Zhou Qing said this, his heart was full of joy, and the corners of his mouth were almost cracked to the base of his ears.

Tang Qing sighed while stepping on the mud: My brother is like a woman. He says no, but his body is very honest, and his heart is as deep as the sea.

Zhou Qing found a small bench and wanted to wash clothes next to Tang Qing. The water was filled in the morning, and it was very convenient to use.

Tang Qing was a little worried, stopped stepping on the mud, touched the water, it was a little cold, and said: "I will wash it later, I will dry the water first, it is a little cold."

Although the most critical juncture has passed, it is okay to do some housework, but both of them are still cautious. Zhou Qing also retracted his outstretched hand when he heard Tang Qing's words. He did not dare to take risks. , sat on the bench and waited for Tang Qing to dry the water for him.

The sun is very hot in summer, and the water will be warm after a short time in the sun, which can save a lot of money for firewood. Some people bring a basin of water in the yard in the morning, and they can take a shower directly when they come back at night, which is very convenient.

"How long have you been stepping on it? If you are tired, take a rest." Zhou Qing found another small bench and placed it in front of Tang Qing. Seeing that Tang Qing was sweating on his forehead, he took out a handkerchief to wipe him off .

"I am not tired."

The annoying beads of sweat on his forehead disappeared, and Tang Qing felt much more relaxed. He had to pull his clothes and wipe his sweat again, otherwise the sweat would keep running into his eyes, and he would be unable to find his feet with soft mud when he closed his eyes. To the sense of direction, it is easy to slip.

"Don't wash your clothes. Let me do it. Wipe off my sweat." So Zhou Qing could do it. Seeing that the water was almost dry, he was about to wash his clothes, but Tang Qing stopped him.

Seeing Tang Qing sweating profusely, I couldn't bear it, so I stood beside him and helped wipe off the sweat, and said distressedly: "Why don't you do it. It's my birthday, there's no need to be so tired."

"That's okay. I promise you that there is no turning back. I can't give up halfway. Besides, I'm not very tired, but I sweat a lot. Sweating a lot is good for my health." Tang Qing looked at Zhou Qing with distressed eyes. It looked as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and the days of July were turned into March by him, like a spring breeze.

It is precisely because he knows that Zhou Qing has not had a serious birthday in the past [-] years that Tang Qing attaches so much importance to it. He knows that farmers do not pay much attention to birthdays. It happens to be the busy season of farming, so it is not surprising that people will ignore it.

But in fact, Zhou Qing still attaches great importance to birthdays in his heart. He has been reading the almanac a long time ago, but he didn't say anything, and waited silently for the arrival of that day.

No matter how Zhou Qing is in his natal family, there is no reason for him to be wronged here. He is not short of money or time, as long as it makes Zhou Qing happy, he is willing to suffer a little bit.

After stepping on the mud for a long time, the more I stepped on my feet, the more I felt that I couldn't step on them, so I stopped. After washing my feet, I found sand and stones to start work.

"Are you building a house? It's made of mud and stone." Zhou Qing couldn't help asking curiously. This posture really looks like building a house.

Tang Qing's head was full of black lines. Does he look like a mason now, but he retorted righteously: "No."

Tang Qing picked up the stones and built a model first, then pasted it with the freshly made mud, and finally made the model of what he wanted, but it was still wet and not dry, and there was no reason for it.

The agreement to help Zhou Qing do the laundry was also forgotten by Tang Qing. Unexpectedly, it would be dark after he finished his work, and Zhou Qing had already washed the clothes and left for dinner.

Zhang Lan and the others came back from playing until now, carrying a basket of snails in their hands. Song Wenhu even went so far as to use a basket to pick them up. Tang Qing couldn't help but support his forehead and said, "Are you robbing all the fields?"

"Anyway, make a good product to sell, and make a little more to save yourself from time to time." A few children stuck out their tongues and said, not at all inferior to Tang Qing. Tang Qing said that he would teach them if he wanted to teach them, and he would not break his promise.

Tang Qing waved his hands and said nothing. If he couldn't finish all these things, he would die if he raised them for a long time. Don't cry in front of him then.

"Brother, when will you teach us?" Zhou He's intimacy with Tang Qing has gradually increased since he chatted with Tang Qing today, and this will make him act coquettishly regardless of his image.

"Tomorrow." Tang Qing was washing his hands, his hands were covered in mud just after finishing the work, but Zhou He came to shake his arm, making him dizzy and unable to wash his hands properly.

Seeing them coming back, Zhou Qing was also dirty, with a lot of snails on them, and the fishy smell was a bit strong. He pinched his nose, feeling a little nauseous, and his tone of voice was not very good: "You guys, go wash up, What's wrong with my body, I'm going to have dinner soon, I don't want to smell a fishy smell when I eat."

Seeing that Zhou Qing was feeling uncomfortable, the children quickly pulled the snails away and went to take a shower to wash up. Tang Qing wanted to laugh and talk to Zhou Qing after washing his hands, but Zhou Qing pointed with his index finger and said fiercely. : "You go too, you smell of sweat."

After finishing speaking, he turned and went into the kitchen. Tang Qing touched his nose. He lowered his head and sniffed at himself. The smell was really mixed with sweat and mud. He was smothered by the smell on his body. Tang Qing followed the children to take a shower. up.

After washing up, everyone sat in the living room to eat refreshed. After Zhou Qing smelled it carefully, he was relieved that there was no other peculiar smell. Now he felt uncomfortable when he smelled the fishy smell.

"Why, still uncomfortable." Tang Qing asked in a low voice after seeing that Zhou Qing didn't move his chopsticks much.

Zhou Qing shook his head and didn't speak. His stomach had been throbbing for the past two days, which made him unable to eat. Tang Qing's pulse was normal, so he was relieved.

The children thought that today's snails made Zhou Qing uncomfortable, and they quickly picked up the rice in their bowls, not daring to make a sound.

"Why are you so obedient today? In the past, we would have had a lively conversation at dinner." Tang Qing looked at them carefully, and there was no talk at home, so he liked to watch these children Playing tricks at the dinner table, eating is also lively.

If there is only the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks when eating at home, the atmosphere must not be suppressed to death, and eating is not enjoyable. Eating is a happy thing.

Children look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to say, I can only communicate with each other with eyes.

Zhou Shan stared at Zhou He: You usually don't talk much?

Zhou He stared back: how can you coax people?

"That's enough, that's enough, don't flirt with flirtatious flirtations, I'll tell you a story if you have time today." With a embarrassed face and an appearance of not wanting to go back to sleep, Tang Qing only came up with this method.

"Is it a story like the one in the storybook?" Liu Tai couldn't help asking, Tang Qing had never told a story before, and he suddenly wanted to say it because he was curious.

Tang Qing nodded, fearing that they might misunderstand, and then explained: "It's not the one you've seen, it's a new story, do you want to listen to it?"

"Yes, yes." Regardless of whether it sounds good or not, he replied immediately after hearing it first.

"Well, let's talk about the little girl who sells fire...cough cough...firewood." Tang Qing originally wanted to talk about the little girl who sold matches, but thinking that there were no matches now, his tongue was rounded and changed to firewood.

"In a cold winter, there was a barefoot little girl who was carrying firewood. She was wearing her mother's big shoes when she left home, and she accidentally lost them..." Tang Qing's voice was pleasant, and his words were easy to pronounce. Clearly, a story is told in a gentle manner, which makes people linger and forget to return, but the person who listens to the story has a wrong style of painting.

"It's so cold, why don't you give her shoes to wear?"

"How could her mother be so cruel?"

"She's so poor."

The girls couldn't help but shed tears, and they burst into tears when they heard that the little girl died in the end.

"Poisonous woman, poisonous woman, how can there be such a poisonous woman in this world, tiger poison does not even eat children, and it is so cold that she drives her own daughter out of the house." Even Song Chengyun was shocked after hearing this. He slapped the table and said angrily, it's just that he is a scholar and can't swear any bad words, so he repeated those few sentences over and over again.

A story that was originally quite western, but was changed by Tang Qing in such a way, it was rustic, and I didn't expect everyone to listen to it with gusto.

"It's getting late, let's all go back and rest, and we've finished listening to the story." Tang Qing looked at the darkening sky outside, and the sound of cicadas and frogs reminded people that it was time to sleep.

After the children finished expressing their opinions, they walked back to their bedroom reluctantly, muttering: "If I would definitely buy her firewood, it's a pity why no one bought it at that time, the little girl who was hurt just this."

Only Zhou Qing didn't say a word, he could feel the little girl's panic, and finally the state of mind of the broken pot, they were very similar but somewhat different.They all have the same thing in their hearts, that is, they long for beauty, just like the little girl who lit the firewood at the end and saw those beautiful pictures, he has also fantasized countless times.

It's just that he was much luckier than the little girl. If there was no Tang Qing, would he be like the little girl, and finally freeze to death in the cold winter night, dying full of hope? How ironic.

Seeing the tears welling up in Zhou Qing's eyes, Tang Qing slapped his lips inwardly, only thinking about how he didn't take Zhou Qing's feelings into account when telling the story.Holding his hand, he said: "This is just a story, your mother will not be cruel to drive you out of the house, and your elder sister and second sister treat you very well."