The oxcart swayed and rocked.
Before long, they were almost at the big banyan tree at the village entrance.
Chen Xian pulled on the rope of the oxcart, "Wait a while, until everyone in the village goes home and finishes their meal, then we'll go back."
Su Wenxuan asked, puzzled, "Why?"
Erzhu: "My father said, 'It's better to hate others for having things than to have them yourself.'"
Su Wenhao chuckled: "Tsk tsk, this little village is really interesting."
Su Wenxuan seemed to understand something as well.
"People are not worried about scarcity but about inequality. Tsk tsk, uncle, you've taught us a lesson from your own experience. I think these things are more useful than what we learn in books and classrooms."
Japan and China.
The old ox was eating vegetables with its head down.
Chen Xian flicked his whip.
The old ox mooed a few times and then naturally raised its head and walked away.
There's no one left near the big banyan tree now.
Smoke curls from chimneys in the village.
The eldest son's wife, Cuihua, along with Liniang and Shuangshuang, were kneading dough.
During this busy farming season, it's tiring, but I also feel a sense of fulfillment and richness.
A full bag of grain was piled up in the house.
Only then did the villagers have time to stop worrying about not having food to eat.
During this period, almost every household could indulge in eating large portions of white flour steamed buns.
certainly.
It's just that the small tax benefits haven't come in for these few days.
Wait until they collect the grain.
The villagers began preparing to sell the remaining grain.
Only some grain was left.
They probably wouldn't be so unrestrained, eating plain white flour buns.
The money earned can be used to buy mixed noodles, buckwheat noodles, or cornmeal.
After all, doing so can earn you dozens or even hundreds of kilograms.
Cuihua stared blankly at the ten or so pounds of pork and ten or so pounds of pork knuckles that were unloaded from the oxcart.
There was also a large basin of pig's blood.
"Dad, are we going to sell food again?"
Chen Xian nodded.
"But this pig's blood is very fishy, nobody wants it, and it doesn't taste good either."
Chen Xian chuckled and said, "It's alright, it's free anyway. I'll just prepare some food."
He worked as a food blogger for a while and even recreated pig's blood once, but it was too much trouble to make.
It's better to just buy what's readily available.
Therefore, I am not very familiar with this process.
He first poured the pig's blood into a basin, then added a pound of water and a handful of salt.
Cuihua felt genuinely sorry for the salt; it was so precious.
"The rest is just waiting for it to solidify."
noon.
A deity cut out a pound of pork belly.
Blanch in boiling water.
The three girls skipped and hopped over, drooling profusely.
"Dad, are we going to have meat again? I'm so hungry!"
Chen Xian patted the other person's head.
"We'll start eating in a bit, you can go play now."
that's all.
The Su brothers just watched as the meat was sliced, blanched, and put into the pot...
"Brother, doesn't this pork smell a bit rotten? It looks like the uncle eats it often at home. It's so pitiful."
He initially thought Chen Xian mainly sold the food to others.
At home, we probably only have poultry like chickens, ducks, fish, and geese.
Su Wenhao: "Yes, what surprised me even more was that the uncle seemed to be quite good at cooking. It was so unexpected. He can grow crops, cook, and write books. It feels so awkward to have all these labels on one person."
It was as if a burly man suddenly changed into a tuxedo and styled his hair so perfectly that even flies would slip in his wake. A beam of light quietly fell on his face as he played the piano with a relaxed yet elegant posture.
After finishing playing the piano, he jumped down, put on an apron, and started stir-frying boxed lunches at a roadside food stall, calling out as he cooked: "Stir-fried noodles, stir-fried rice noodles, come and eat!"
Su Wenxuan waved his hand and said, "Brother, will you be eating pork later? I won't eat it, the taste is too bad. I still prefer the stir-fried eggs with green peppers and rolled pancakes in the morning."
Su Wenhao: "Hmm, probably not."
After more than half an hour, the aroma of meat began to permeate the entire farmhouse courtyard.
The sounds of cursing and swearing could still be heard from next door, just as usual.
"How can we live like this? We have to eat meat every day."
Su Wenxuan swallowed hard, looked around, and lowered his voice, saying, "Brother, I admit I was hasty just now. He said that Uncle really can't be guessed by common sense. The aroma of the meat is even better than what the chef at Xianrenju in the county town makes."
Not long after.
Cuihua called out with a smile.
"Everyone, get ready to wash your hands and eat."
Then the Chen family members lined up neatly to wash their hands.
At the dinner table.
A large pot of tender braised pork gleamed, topped with red chili peppers, and steamed with a thick, rich broth.
They ate white rice today.
The vegetarian dish is stir-fried wild vegetables with green peppers.
Cold bitter chrysanthemum salad, cold preserved egg salad, smashed cucumber and garlic sprouts, and stir-fried bean sprouts.
Su Wenxuan swallowed hard.
"Wow, this tastes absolutely amazing."
They started taking turns serving rice.
Su Wenhao carefully picked up a piece of meat, then used a spoon to drizzle a spoonful of broth over the rice.
Take a small sip.
A slight smile played on her lips.
Su Wenxuan opened his mouth wide and spoke in a very casual manner.
"It's so delicious. I thought pork was rather smelly, but I didn't expect that after Uncle Xing's cooking, it would taste so good. It's even better than the chef at Xianrenju."
Chen Xian chuckled.
These two had experienced the culinary delights of the county town. "I don't know, but what do you two think is a suitable price for this braised pork?"
Su Wenhao: "One hundred coins."
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