Little husband's market life

Qiao Zhishu, who was excited all night, only opened her eyes the next day when the sun was drying her ass.He was alone on the bed, so he hurriedly dressed and ran out.

Sheng Yao was sitting in the yard peeling kudzu root with a sickle, saw him come out and kicked a small bench beside him, calling for someone to sit on it.

Elder Sun was also sitting beside him holding a teacup, smiling gently, "Did you sleep well? Little Qiaoer."

Qiao Zhishu nodded again and again, and said in a hoarse voice obediently and softly, "Grandpa, grandma, I'm sleeping well."

Grandma Sun smiled and got up and went back to the house. After a while, she came out with a small jacket and put it on Qiao Zhishu.

"On the mountain, it's as cold in the morning as in the night, don't freeze."

In just one day, Qiao Zhishu was treated like his own grandson in the grandson's family. His elders loved him and his peers were friendly.Here, the Sun family told him all the time that he was equal to them.

Master Sun drank his tea and had enough of his grandson. He got up and said, "I'll wake up your uncle. It's too late to catch up with fresh meat."

Both elders walked away, Qiao Zhishu leaned into Sheng Yao's ear, "Brother, am I the last one to wake up?"

Sheng Yao tore off a piece of kudzu root and fed it to Qiao Zhishu, "Your Brother Sheng can sleep until the sun is up."

Qiao Zhishu bit the kudzu root and only tore off a little bit, and Sheng Yao didn't dislike the rest, and fed it to himself.

"Brother, you can't finish eating all of them."

"Then you eat hard."

Qiao Zhishu was stunned, "I...I can't eat."

Sheng Yao laughed, "Then make kudzu powder and eat it like lotus root powder."

Qiao Zhishu remembered that when he left the Sheng family, he helped Sister Shengxue make water chestnut powder. Can kudzu root be used to make powder?He became excited again, "I can make powder!"

Seeing Qiao Zhishu Yue's eagerness to try, Sheng Yao was very willing to let him do it.

It was only when Qiao Zhishu proposed to chop kudzu root into small pieces and grind it into a pulp with a stone mill that Sheng Yao suggested that it would be more convenient to smash it into slag with a large stone mortar, because kudzu root has no moisture.

Of course Qiao Zhishu listened to his brother, after smashing kudzu root, Sheng Yao listened to him for all the subsequent procedures.The two of them washed the pueraria dregs after smashing with water. The washed water was filtered out and precipitated. The pueraria powder precipitated the first time was brown, so they washed it again with water, filtered the water for the second time, and precipitated overnight. When the kudzu root powder is finally dried, the powder is white and fine.

Everyone in the Sun family would praise Qiao Zhishu once they saw her. She was able to make kudzu powder at the age of eight.

I don't know how to make Qiao Zhishu happy at night, but I can't sleep, I just feel too happy, he likes the Sun family so much.

With this foreshadowing, when Sheng Yao told Qiao Zhishu that he wanted to make hair cakes, the Sun family strongly supported and encouraged them. If there is enough fat, just let it go!

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So on the third day, Qiao Zhishu went into the Sun's kitchen to try to make hair cakes.

Sheng Yao followed his uncle to pick winter tea.

Aunt Dow was also in the kitchen. She was chopping dried jujubes, while watching the little one knead the fatty meat with both hands, that is, lard suet.

She asked curiously: "Qiao Er, who did you learn how to make cakes from?"

Qiao Zhishu stood on the small bench, the bottom of the pot was still warm, and he used the remaining warmth to rub the soft and creamy fat with both hands.

"I learned steamed cakes from my sister, and I heard my elder brother tell me about steamed cakes." Qiao Zhishu answered honestly, helping Shengxue gave me some inspiration, and then Sheng Yao learned a lot, and told him about the steamed cakes he heard. How to do it, he combined it himself.

Pig suet is kneaded into rice grain oil, and then sugar is poured into it to continue kneading. After the sugar is kneaded, distiller's grains are added at the end.

At this time, people in the south of the Yangtze River often used rice wine to ferment flour.

Seeing this, Dow believed that Qiao Zhishu could really make dough cakes. She first expressed her surprise: "You kid, you know how to make dough with wine lees. That's fine. You can do the rest, Auntie." Knead, Auntie is very strong."

Qiao Zhishu asked his aunt to pour the pre-ground rice noodles into the pot and knead them into batter.Tao's movements were quick, and he quickly made the batter. Together with Qiao Zhishu, he spread zong leaves on the steamer. The zong leaves are also collected by the farmers every year.

Spread the zong leaves, pour a shallow layer of batter, and let it steam for half an hour, from the bottom layer to the full steamer, and after steaming, you will get a white, fat, soft and soft cake .

What Qiao Zhishu made may not be the authentic Longyou hair cake, but it tastes like what Sheng Yao said 'waxy but not sticky, sweet but not greasy'.

The first one to taste was Mrs. Sun. She is an authentic Jiangnan woman who has read some books and heard many stories.She said: "This hair cake is called Fu cake in our Jiangnan dialect, so there is a saying that if this cake is made well, the family can make it. Our old Sun's family is blessed."

Aunt Dow loved to praise her children, "Qiao Er is a person who brings blessings."

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Qiao Zhishu was carrying a bowl of hair cake and a small bamboo basket on his waist. He was as happy as a bird in the forest. He ran out of the yard and down the mountain road, and ran to the tea field in one breath, calling out, "Brother!"

Sheng Yao was bending over to pick tea under the autumn sun, when he heard the call, he got up and waved to the little guy.

When Qiao Zhishu came to the front, he looked at the bowl handed over. The hair cake in the bowl was as bright as jade, the cut face was as thin as a needle, and the zong leaves were fragrant.

"What is this?" Sheng Yao asked knowingly.

Qiao Zhishu smiled shyly, and answered the irrelevant question: "What is done on paper is superficial, and I know that this matter must be done in practice."

Sheng Yao raised his eyebrows. Qiao Zhishu actually used this 'Poem for Teaching Children' to food and clothing. The eight-year-old's opinion is really confusing.

But it is commendable, "the same as the one sold in the state capital."

"Brother, try it, doesn't it taste the same?" Qiao Zhishu saw that there was tea juice and ashes in his brother's hand, so he grabbed a piece of hair cake and tiptoed it to Sheng Yao's mouth. Then his eyes sparkled, and he couldn't wait to hear it Brother answered.

"Exactly the same." Sheng Yao replied after eating.

This answer is most suitable for Qiao Zhishu, who said that it is more delicious than those sold outside, and the sensitive little guy only treats himself like a brother.But if they were exactly the same, then he would have to puff out his small chest!

Aunt Tao came late holding a steamer of steamed cakes, standing by the tea field, calling her husband and two children to eat steamed cakes.After eating, adults and children surrounded Qiao Zhishu and praised him again.

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During the period of picking tea at Sun's house, Qiao Zhishu carried a small bamboo basket on his waist every day, and attached his brother freely. He didn't need him to light the fire, and he didn't need him to carry the dishes and wash the pot.

Like the grandson of the Sun family, he has meat at the dinner table, plays in his free time, and picks tea when he is busy farming.

Sun Family Tea Field.

Sun Hongrun led the three little guys and told them about tea, "Ten catties of tea grows one or two buds, so when you pick them, the buds and leaves must be intact, and they cannot be pinched or pressed."

Under the guidance of adults, Qiao Zhishu and Sun Sheng filled the small bamboo baskets around their waists with tea buds, and then the two children went to the tea field hand in hand, and poured the buds and leaves in the small bamboo baskets to Dow, and were praised several times. Go back to pick tea with joy.

Six-year-old Xiao Hanyan hugged her mother's leg and refused to go to the tea field. The little girl's family was short, so she couldn't find anyone when she went in.But she wanted to join in the fun, so her two little brothers recited folk songs to her loudly while picking tea.

"Yunwushuangjiang tea, the tea is strong and spicy.

Mountain spring with this tea, the method of prolonging life. "

Sheng Yao, who bent over to pick tea, heard the crisp and clear childish voices of the two little guys, straightened up and looked at them, and said to his uncle, "Bring him here, he loves to laugh and talks a lot."

"Such an obedient child, why doesn't it hurt? You don't take him away, my uncle will provide him with good food and drink."

Sheng Yao withdrew his gaze and continued picking tea, "That's not okay."

Sun Hongrun laughed loudly, "I still can't bear to go."

Really reluctant, Sheng Yao thought that his uncle was right.

Qiao Zhishu was sweating from the hot tea, and the afternoon sun was blazing. Aunt Dow boiled tea dry water, caught the three little guys, and personally washed their hair with tea dry.

Chaku is the tea dregs left after the fruit of the camellia tree has been squeezed. Adding water can rub it to create bubbles. Tea farmers often wash their hair with tea Kuku and wash their clothes with tea shells.

My aunt was rubbing bubbles and scratching Qiao Zhishu's hair. Her hands were gentle and as warm as Qiao Zhishu's mother...

After washing the tea, the hair was soft and soft. Qiao Zhishu let his hair loose, and slipped into the arms of Sheng Yao who was sitting in the rice field picking up tea, smiling with a small face, "Brother, auntie washed my hair with tea."

Sheng Yao lowered his head and sniffed his half-wet hair, "Well, do you like it?"

Qiao Zhishu's hair is full of the natural smell of plants. It's not good to say, but it has the fresh breath of plants.

"Do I smell good?" Qiao Zhishu rolled his eyes with a smile, and then replied: "I like it, I like my aunt!"

Sheng Yao nodded, he was a sweet and clean kid.But no matter how sticky Qiao Zhishu was, he patted his little butt, "Go up and play, brother picks up tea."

Qiao Zhishu giggled, and ran back to the yard in a hurry, sitting in a row with Sun Sheng and Sun Hanyan, and the three little ones held their heads up and dried their hair together.

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I lived in Sun's house for a whole month, and participated in tea picking, roasting and selling tea throughout the whole process.

Qiao Zhishu watched his brother-in-law and the merchants who came to transport the tea weigh the weight, was held by his brother, and listened to his brother telling him stories...

It turns out that there are 16 taels in a catty, and 16 taels are the sixteen gold stars, which are: the Big Dipper, the South Dipper, and the Fu Lu Shou Samsung.

After selling the tea, the two packed their bags and went back to Longjing Village.

Before leaving, the well-behaved Qiao Zhishu also steamed Longyou's hair cake for a few steamers, and saved it for the Sun family to satisfy their gluttony in their spare time.

The second son of the Sun family always really loves his grandson. The new tea and smoked hare meat for Mrs. Sheng hanging on the ass of the horse; The son couldn't bear it, and wished he could let the piggyback go back.

On the way back, Sheng Yao asked Qiao Zhishu to sit behind him.In the morning after winter, the cold wind was biting, and he wore a cotton robe to block the cold wind. Qiao Zhishu hugged his waist and cried.

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After a month, when I returned to the Sheng family, the Sheng family said that Qiao Zhishu had gained weight.

Qiao Zhishu and Sheng Yao didn't feel fat, but Qiao Zhishu was a little guilty. When he was at Sun's house, his elder brother often helped with farm work, but he seldom even went to light the fire. Whenever he entered the kitchen, his aunt chased him away. He went out to play, and he also ate sauerkraut and stewed bones with his brother.

Sheng Xue also smiled and pinched Qiao Zhishu's little cheek, "I can tell, you are going to enjoy yourself."

Qiao Zhishu just pursed his lips and smiled, he didn't speak, and the adults joked for a while, and it was fine if he felt bored.

Greeted the elders, and went back to grandma's yard. Sheng Gang saw the two elder brothers crying. No one was with him at home. It was cold in December, and his grandma, who accompanied him every day, didn't allow him to leave the house. , but he was suffocated.

Gang'er's room had already been lit with a brazier, and Qiao Zhishu squatted in front of the brazier to bake hair cakes, coaxing Gang'er all the time.

"Gang'er will stop crying soon, it's cold, my head will hurt after crying."

Sheng Yao sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Gang'er, wiped his face with his big hands, Gang'er's big head was stretched back by him, and the crying like a cat finally stopped.

Shenggang's little finger brazier, the little mouth twitches...

Sheng Yao wrapped him up with a small quilt, carried him to the brazier and sat down.

Qiao Zhishu grabbed the cake and fed it to Gang'er in small pieces, "Brother made it by himself, eat and see, is it the same as last time?"

Sheng Gang caught it with his mouth wide open, squinted his eyes and smiled after chewing a few times, this little guy is really easy to satisfy.