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- There is no need to prepare anything else for the meal, just rabbit meat, braised eel with lotus root, etc., which is enough to make a full bowl.
Of course, in order to reward Xiaopi and his wife, Liu Junhao set aside a lot for them when the food was ready.
I originally wanted Professor Zhao to accompany the guests, but who knew that when he was ready, they would already be eating. He had no choice but to call the two little guys over.
Lao Chang likes to drink some wine, so Liu Junhao heated up more than three kilograms of rice wine and served it. At the end of the wheat harvest, he asked Liu Wuye to help brew about ten kilograms of rice wine. Every now and then, he would heat up half a kilogram and drink it with Professor Zhao, so the plastic pot had long been finished. This was brewed by someone else just now, and there are still more than six kilograms left.
The alcohol content of the rice wine was low and he couldn¡¯t get enough of it, so he would give half a bowl to everyone at the wine table one by one, even Xiao Haoyu was no exception.
This little guy has been drinking rice wine a lot recently, and he doesn¡¯t listen to Professor Zhao¡¯s advice.
"Xiao Hao, I can tell. Not only do you raise eels well, but your cooking is also top-notch. You can even compare with the chefs in restaurants." Lao Chang took two sips of rice wine, and then added a chopstick of rabbit meat to enjoy it. Of tasting.
"That's right, I've cooked eels many times, but I've never cooked the bones so crispy. How did you do it?" Chang's wife also expressed her heartfelt admiration.
"Haha, the main thing is to get the heat right and the ingredients. My Thirteen Spices ingredients are all specially made." By the way, Liu Junhao has made two of the three dishes that he can cook tonight. Is this dish delicious? .
When he saw that Lao Chang had finished the porridge in his bowl, he wanted to serve it to him, but Lao Chang hurriedly stopped him and wanted to do it himself.
The two were arguing. But suddenly I heard the loud sound of gongs at the entrance of the village. There were shouts in between.
"Fire?!" Liu Junhao shouted immediately. Rushing out of the yard with a bucket. This gong is the fire signal in Liujiagou. Just hear the sound of the gong. Everyone in the village will carry buckets. Holding the washbasin, he ran towards the fire place.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Professor Zhao hurried over when he heard the sound.
"I don't know where there is a fire. Hurry up and bring a bucket." Liu Junhao confessed. Then he strode towards the village.
Just arrived in the village. I saw Liu Laosan running from behind carrying a bucket. When he saw Liu Junhao, he also asked anxiously: "Where is the fire?"
"I don't know. Could it be in the wheat field." Liu Junhao said as he ran. If there was a fire in the village, you would be able to see it now. Only the direction of the wheat field is blocked by big trees. It's hard to see the light.
When we arrived at the entrance of the village, we saw flames shooting into the sky in the direction of the wheat field. Now the two people ran even more hastily. Along the way, they encountered many people running in that direction with fire extinguishers.
There are twenty or thirty wheat straw piles piled there. Once a fire breaks out, it is difficult to control it. If the southeast wind blows again, the consequences will be disastrous.
Fortunately, the fire was not big this time and was extinguished in less than five minutes. After the fire was extinguished, people began to ask whose wheat straw this was. When I asked about something strange, no one had piled wheat stacks in this open space.
So someone used a portable light to follow the traces of wheat straw on the ground, and finally found that an old wheat straw pile from Dawazi's house had been moved here.
The wheat pile in his house was left over from the year before last. It had been damaged by rain and could no longer be used as firewood. The big kid was thinking that the wheat stack was in the way and was about to push it into the ditch. I don¡¯t know who helped him do it first.
"It must be children who are fooling around. After a few adults investigated, it turned out that there were not many half-grown naughty children in the village."
It turned out that these guys had nothing to do and ran to the wheat field to play hide and seek after dinner. After playing for a while, they felt that it was not interesting and came up with some new tricks. I don¡¯t know who first suggested ¡°burning cicadas¡±, but everyone raised their hands in agreement.
So one by one they went to the wheat field in the dark to pull wheat straw. At this time, the little boy remembered his stack of old wheat, so he asked his friends to go to his wheat field to get it.
They were so stuffed that they actually emptied the wheat straw pile that was as high as one person.
When they heard the gong sound in the village, these guys turned a deaf ear. It was not until someone came with a bucket to put out the fire that they were startled and hurriedly scattered into the woods, not even having time to burn the cicadas.
The problem has been completely clarified. The wheat straw pile at Dawazi's house was originally prepared for manure retting, so there is no loss. Everyone was in a false alarm, and the adults from each family scolded the children and settled the matter.
Cicada burning is an activity that rural children like to play in summer evenings. It is to light a big fire in the open space next to the woods at night, and when the fire is burning, beat the branches with bamboo poles vigorously. Cicadas on trees will scream and fly around when frightened. Due to the phototaxis of insects,??, when they see the light of fire, they will swoop on it like moths.
The scene was absolutely lively, with groups of cicadas rushing towards the fire. Some jumped directly into the fire, while others fell down beside the fire, fluttering and flying all over the ground.
At this moment, you just need to squat on the ground, pick up the cicadas one by one and put them into small plastic bags. It doesn¡¯t take much trouble at all. When it¡¯s the hottest time in summer, at least how many can you make in one night?
????????????????? However, no one usually eats this kind of old cicadas, they just take them back and feed them to the chickens and ducks at home.
Liu Junhao also played this activity when he was a child, but it didn't cause any alarm in the whole village.
¡° Just when I was about to call Professor Zhao to go home, I saw Lao Chang¡¯s family standing in the crowd.
I was so dizzy that I completely forgot about the guests in my hurry.
Liu Junhao hurried over to apologize, but Lao Chang waved his hands repeatedly to show that he didn't care. He naturally knew that the situation at that time was very urgent. Anyone who encountered such a thing would go to put out the fire first.
When Xiaopi came back holding a hare for three days in a row, Liu Junhao became confused: Is this guy a bit addicted to catching rabbits recently?
Although it used to catch rabbits from time to time, it would only happen every ten days and a month, and it had never been as frequent as it is now.
It was the howling puppies in the kennel that woke him up. Xiaopi must have caught hares to replenish the black panther's health.
Thinking about it carefully, this is really what happened. Fortunately, he didn't give less of the rabbit meat to the panther in the past two days, so this guy's work was not in vain.
After cleaning up the hare and marinating it, Liu Junhao continued to surf the Internet. As soon as I opened the transaction page of the online store, another message popping up to buy a pillowcase.
When we were weaving the hammock two days ago, there was not much left over. It was not enough to weave a pillowcase. It seems that we still have to cut some on the river beach.
Thinking of this, Liu Junhao paid attention to the fine hair grass cultivated in the stone lock. When he was cutting grass on the river beach, he secretly dug up a few large grass roots and threw them into the stone lock. He paid attention to them a few times at first, but later he saw that they were growing very fast, so he didn't pay any more attention to them.
??????? Today I took a look, my dear, is this still a fine-haired grass? They are much slender than the ones outside, but why are they all lying on the ground, as if they have been trampled by something, unable to stand upright at all.
If it weren¡¯t for the fact that their hair was still green and tender, and water would come out when he pinched it with his fingernails, Liu Junhao would almost have thought that all these fine-haired grasses were sick.
"It shouldn't be. After this thing is poured with spring water, it seems like mud can't hold up the wall."
He was very disappointed and wanted to pinch two of them with his hands to find out what happened.
Um? Who knows that even after pinching it several times, the stem of the hairgrass was not broken. This was really strange, and Liu Junhao suddenly became angry. He grabbed a thin piece of grass with both hands and rubbed it vigorously. It took him nearly a minute to cut it off, but his hands were also stained with grass juice.
There¡¯s no difference, why can¡¯t I straighten my waist?
Liu Junhao took the fine hair grass out of the stone lock and studied it carefully, but he couldn't see what the problem was.
"Uncle Liu, why are you so dazed with a piece of grass? This thin piece of grass is so long." At this time, Xiao Haoyu ran in sweating profusely.
"Long?" Liu Junhao suddenly understood the reason. It turns out that the hairgrass is too long and its roots cannot support the weight, so it all falls to the ground.
He was moved in his heart and shouted quickly: "Haoyu, why don't you pick a piece of grass and let's play with it? I'll use a piece of grass to fight with you."
Grass fighting is a small game. The fighting method is very simple, that is, each player picks ten grass stems. Then each player takes a grass stem, folds it and twists it together, and pulls hard at the same time. The one with the broken grass stem loses.
The losing party can continue to take one straw and compete again, until all ten grass stems in his hand are completely broken before completely admitting defeat. At this time, the person who wins will have his head blown based on how many straw stalks the opponent has lost.
Haoyu is no stranger to fighting grass. He was very interested after playing with Tongtong's furry child once. The two little guys often play fighting grass when they have nothing to do.
But he usually wins more than he loses, and every time he plays the music he will burst into tears.
"Okay, okay, I'm going to dig for weed now." As soon as the little guy heard that he was going to fight weed, he immediately became interested and turned around to run out.
¡°Come back,¡± Liu Junhao hurriedly called him, ¡°You go to those few dry and thin straws in the straw basket and we¡¯ll fight with them.¡±
"Dry the fine hair grass! Uncle Liu, don't say that I bully you." Of course, Xiao Haoyu knew that the flexibility of the fine hair grass is greatly enhanced after drying.
"Don't worry, I won't be a swindler, or let Tongtong be the referee later." Meng De said to Cao Cao,Tongtong happened to appear at the door.
Although Xiao Haoyu is confident, the reality is cruel. When five or six strands of fine hairweed were pulled off in a row, he was very unconvinced and pulled the remaining ones together to compare.
"Haoyu, you are so stupid," Liu Junhao had not said anything, but Tongtong, the little referee, refused to comply.
"Uncle Liu, where did you find this piece of fine-haired grass?" The two of them joked for a while before they got down to business.
"Ohon the river beach." Liu Junhao was quite surprised by the performance of the thin-haired grass in his hand. It's a bit too flexible and it hasn't dried yet.
It¡¯s different if it¡¯s been watered with spring water. If this thing is woven into a pillowcase, it will be absolutely durable and it may not fall apart in three to five years.
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