Causal lottery system

Early the next morning, Ding Lang was awakened by the sound of a rooster crowing.

When I opened the door, my grandma was already busy in the kitchen.

"Xiao Lang got up so early? Do you want to sleep a little longer?" Grandma asked with concern.

Ding Lang shook his head and said no, after washing up, he helped grandma pick vegetables.

This kind of dish is called "Ancai" in the local dialect, but I have never seen it in Mandarin. This dish grows on the side of the road and has a special fragrance. Few people like it when it is fried, but it is quite delicious when used to make sesame seed cakes. up.

Now Ding Lang is picking out ancaitou with his grandma, this ancaitou refers to the tender head of ancai, one catty of ancai can probably pick out half a catty of ancaitou.

The dish was still covered with dew, it looked like it was made just this morning, the old man in his sixties got up so early to make the dish, Ding Lang was very distressed, but the old man was very happy.

After picking out the vegetables, Grandma Ding cut up the vegetables and mixed them with the noodles, put some salt, and started to light the fire.

Lighting a fire in the stove is a big science. After Grandma Ding started the fire, Ding Lang would sit in front of the stove and add some straw and firewood from time to time, and he had to be careful not to overfill it to prevent it from burning.

Grandma Ding poured homemade soybean oil into the heated pot, spread the oil evenly on the side of the pot with a shovel, and began to spread the sesame seed cakes.

Each sesame seed cake is as big as a palm, because the sesame seed cakes are very sticky, so a lot of oil is put in, and when the sesame seed cakes are gradually cooked, the fragrance becomes stronger and stronger, and Ding Lang almost drools when he smells it.

Every time he comes back, grandma will make An Cai Tou Biscuits for him, because he likes to eat them.

The finished biscuits look oily, but they taste just right, and the taste is super good.

Compared with the dry pot baby dishes made by myself, the Ancaitou biscuits may not be so well-made and more homely, but Ding Lang likes this one better.

After eating four Ancaitou biscuits, Ding's father and mother Ding also got up. They were not as "obsessed" with Ancaitou biscuits as Ding Lang was, but they ate one or two with white porridge and then stopped eating. Seeing that it was already nine o'clock, Grandma Ding hurriedly started preparing the ingredients for lunch again.

There is a family in the village who sells meat in the town. She bought meat for 20 yuan early in the morning, and other vegetables are available at home, but she has to kill a fat chicken.

Ding Lang can't help with killing chickens, so Dad Ding will go.

He and Grandma Ding cooperated tacitly. One carried the chicken leg and the other plucked the fluff on the neck of the chicken. Then he sharpened the kitchen knife made by the blacksmith in the village on the whetstone.

The bowl had already been prepared, and Dad Ding held the chicken legs upside down to let the blood out. It took a whole big bowl for the blood to stop dripping.Put the chicken in a pot of hot water, and the chicken feathers will be easily taken off under high temperature.

But Ding Lang didn't look at it, but ran to the small bamboo forest behind grandma's house.

It is said that it is a bamboo forest, but in fact it is only a small area. Originally, only a few bamboos were planted, but over the past ten years or so, the bamboo has extended to a large area, and there are even several trees in the backyard of the neighbor’s house. Because of the species relationship, the bamboo shoots are edible. It tastes a little sour, and the villagers are not willing to eat it. However, there have been thick snake sloughs in the bamboo forest a few times, and hedgehogs and rare birds have been picked up. Maybe because there is a small river behind the bamboo forest, many small animals Everyone likes it here, especially in summer, the cool wind can blow in the bamboo forest no matter how hot the weather is.

It’s not that no one installs air conditioners in the countryside, but few people use them. After all, it’s not as serious as the heat island effect in the city. On a summer night, it’s cool to sit under a big tree and fan the cattail fan with a small stool. Eat another watermelon frozen from the well water, the taste should not be too good!As for the bamboo forest, no one came at night. One is that there are too many small animals, and a lot of bamboo leaves have accumulated on the ground, and some of the bamboo leaves have rotted. Who knows whether it is a bamboo leaf or a snake that is stepped on? , I can’t see clearly at night, what should I do if I step on a snake and get bitten?Another reason is that there are quite a lot of mosquitoes in the bamboo forest.

Ding Lang suddenly remembered that he ran here not because of the bamboo forest, but because of the small river behind the bamboo forest.

Just now, while his parents were eating breakfast, he ran to the east room and looked through it. Sure enough, he found a fishing rod. Then he went to the kitchen to get some flour, add some water and sesame oil, knead a small piece of dough, and planned to go fishing.

There is a boat by the small river that has been put aside for a long time. As far as Ding Lang can remember, the boat has never been moved. Many children would go to the bow of the boat to fish.

The river is a bit deep, the water quality is good, and there are many water chestnuts, but this season is not available, and the water chestnuts will be delicious in the month of j□j.A few plump ducks quacked and paddled past slowly, very pleasant.

Ding Lang squeezed some from the kneaded dough and put it on the hook, carefully wrapping the metal color of the hook. Now the fish are all very refined, and the taste is getting more and more picky. The dough can't be caught.

Sure enough, he felt the fishing rod move several times, and when he picked it up, the dough was gone, but the fish didn't take the bait.

After many times, Ding Lang's sudden interest was also dissipated. He simply let go of the fishing rod and put it on the bow of the boat, staring at the river in a daze.

On the other side of the river is the farmland. Ding Lang's eyes are a bit short-sighted, and he can't see what kind of crop it is. He can only see a piece of greenery, which is full of vitality, which is very gratifying.

There were a few j□j-year-old children walking on the edge of the field ridge by the river, playing and playing, and Ding Lang was envious of them.He grew up in the city. Although he has a good relationship with his neighbors, he has no playmates of his age.

There was a little girl in a purple dress who seemed to have taken a fancy to a small wild flower by the roadside, and bent over to pick it. It happened that two boys next to her were fighting and didn't look at the road. One of them accidentally bumped into the bent over The little girl—they were walking by the river, and the little girl fell into the water when they bumped into each other.

The children were so frightened that they couldn't even scream.

Ding Lang was taken aback, and when he came to his senses, he kicked his shoes and jumped into the water to save people.After finally grabbing the little girl's hand, Ding Lang fell into a predicament.

His swimming skills are not very good, and there are some aquatic plants in the river. The little girl hugged him and dragged him underwater because of fright!Ding Lang dragged and dragged the man ashore with great difficulty, he was exhausted to death.

"Ding! Save a life! Character value +30!" Fortunately, the system generously gave [-] points of character value.

After resting for a while, Ding Lang looked at the children with a blank face: "How can you play around by the river bank? You should pay attention to safety when playing, do you know?"

After looking at the little bean dings, he nodded in fear, and he didn't teach him any more. He had to change his wet clothes as soon as possible to avoid catching a cold.He didn't bother to detour and cross the bridge, so he swam directly to his grandma's bamboo forest.

Ding Lang sneaked into the house through the back door of the bamboo forest, and went to the east room to change clothes. Luckily, grandma and mother were cooking in the kitchen, and his father was also taking a nap under the big ginkgo tree thicker than an adult's arms at the front door. notice him.

He directly soaked his dirty clothes in a basin, so as not to be found out. If those three people found out that he went to the river to save people, he would have to be reprimanded for not paying attention to his own safety or something.

As soon as he put the pot aside, Dad Ding saw him, and with a gesture, called his son to chat with him under the ginkgo tree.

The ginkgo tree was planted by Grandpa Ding himself in the year Ding Zhaoping was born. This small village called X Township is also called the hometown of ginkgo in the county because almost every household has planted one or two ginkgo trees. The ginkgo on the surface is basically from X Township.It is still the end of June, and there are only blue fruits hanging on the big ginkgo tree.

When he was a child, Ding Lang was still very curious. He picked up a green fruit that had fallen to the ground and asked his grandfather, "Why does ginkgo (gingko) look like this? Doesn't it have a white shell?"

Grandpa touched his head with a smile and explained: "Ginkgo fruit looks like this on the tree! After they are ripe, put them in water to soak for a while, and the skin will fall off, and you can see the white shell !” Later, he saw with his own eyes that his grandfather and father had harvested ripe ginkgo fruits with a bamboo pole, and then picked them up to soak in a large tank. Is it real.

There is no topic for chatting, the father and son chat casually, just talking nonsense.