Chapter 17: Brother, I can't find it

As Xuejian said, everyone relaxed until the fourth day of the first lunar new year.

In the early morning of the first day of the first lunar month, Zhou Bo took Sanlang Liulang Balang to fire out of each house and walked out of the door.

Then Er Niang took Si Niang Wu Niang Qi Niang, swept out the garbage that had not been poured out since New Year's Eve, swept it to a corner of the courtyard, and also put firecrackers on the garbage heap and lit it.

After eating dumplings, everyone did not go back to each courtyard, but gathered in the lobby room with five sons.

Er Niang came to Zhou Bo alone and saw that Zhou Bo was teaching Xuejian to write hand in hand.

Xue saw that he couldn't play the game because he pulled him back, and his little mouth kept muttering. Zhou Bo only kept his face and ignored her.

Er Niang wants to laugh when she sees it. This snow is smart, but she is not very literate. Occasionally, Sanlang always sighs. This is a grass-long warbler flying.

Seeing that Zhou Bo did not intend to avoid Xuejian, Er Niang smiled at Xuejian and sat down and said, "Brother, I want to discuss the next livelihood with you."

Speaking of this, Xue Jian is energetic, but she also knows that there is no good way for the Zhou brothers and sisters. If there is, it will not be a good thing.

Seeing Zhou Bo frowning and saying nothing, Er Niang sighed, "If you can't get out of the first month, the river ice will be solid, and the fishing life will not last long."

The north wind blew outside, and Er Niang held the small stove and watched Xuejian write black again. The eldest brother raised his hand and knocked on the back of her hand.

Xue Jian's hand was extremely white, and it turned red all at once. Xue Jian took the opportunity to throw away the pen, "If you don't write, don't write, if you continue to write, your hands will be disabled!"

Irrelled by Zhou Bo's gloomy face, Xue saw that she served tea for her second mother and asked, "Our land is going to grow wheat in spring, right?"

Er Niang nodded and said, "Now there are only ten acres of land, and it's not enough to eat this year."

Xue Jian asked again, "Can't we grow anything else except wheat?" In fact, she wants to say that corn or something, haven't you heard that the yield per mu is higher? Of course, she was not a rural child in her previous life, so she naturally doesn't know. However, I don't know if there is corn in this time and space. I remember watching the Water Margin a while ago, and the corn that was criticized by netizens also crossed, which made her remember it vividly.

Zhou Bo nodded and said, "Please ask Zhou Weng."

"Young master," Zhou Mancang entered the house accompanied by Zhou Jinsheng and Zhou Dahu from left and right. He stood calmly at the door and saluted very solemnly. Zhou Bo naturally did not dare to let him do it completely. He came to help him up early and said, "Zhou Weng is too polite. The weather is still cold. It should be dressed. Is your cotton-padded jacket enough? "

Zhou Mancang is full of gratitude. Everyone thought that there would be a shortage of food and clothing in this New Year. Unexpectedly, life would get better and better. The clothes are new, and cotton-padded clothes are thicker than before. The farmer's family could have resisted a little cold. Hearing the concern of this cold-faced master, the old man couldn't help saying, "The young master and the second lady always miss us..."

He finally said more than a dozen words of gratitude, and Xue Jian had brought them a stool.

Zhou Mancang did not refuse. He sat on the small stool opposite them and talked about his farm work. He couldn't help saying slowly: "It's cold in Pingshan Village. I heard that wheat can be planted for two seasons when we go south. We can't. We can only grow one season. After collecting wheat, you can grow some rice or cabbage. Our family grows rice, otherwise it will not be enough to eat.

Xue Jian was stunned and asked, "Can't we grow anything other than wheat and rice?"

Zhou Mancang raised his head and hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't mention that last year, the state capital said that there were several overseas crops. If someone planted them first, they can be exempted for three years. But there is no planting in our village. I don't know what it is. There seems to be no planting in the nearby village.

Seeing that Xue's eyes lit up, he hurriedly asked, "Grandpa Zhou, what fresh crops do you have?"

Zhou Mancang thought about it for a long time and called Zhou Dahu in again. Zhou Dahu remembered it clearly and simply said, "Rice, potatoes and sweet potatoes!"

Xue saw a slight smile and finally heard his familiar name. "Since the state government said tax-free for three years, it is to vigorously promote it. I think it might as well ask if this sweet potato can be rotated with buds, soybeans, potatoes, etc. If possible, our land will not be idle in spring, summer and autumn, and Three years of tax exemption is better than now.

Er Niang has no say in this. Zhou Mancang and Zhou Dahu are both good at serving crops. They dare not try before without the support of the master.

Zhou Bo meditated for a long time and said, "Tomorrow, the big tiger will go to the town to inquire. If it doesn't work, you can go to the county to ask again. Since the state government has promoted it, there are naturally some ways and ways to do it. Let's try it for a season first, so that if it doesn't work, we won't delay growing rice."

Er Niang has always put her brother's words first and nodded: "The existing silver two at home are enough for everyone to save and maintain a season. However, from tomorrow, everyone will have to work hard and try to fish more before breaking the ice so as to save some silver.

The next day, everyone was gathered together. Er Niang briefly explained the situation, and then divided the work.

Every morning, men put Zhou Bo, Zhou Jinsheng and leopards with simple dry food on Daqing Mountain, and they can fight more wild animals while the snow has not melted. After lunch, put away the net that was done in the morning, and then go to the net again. Before dinner, collect the net in the afternoon and pick up Zhou Bo. If you don't hunt the prey, you will cut more firewood.

Women began to sew jackets, and they could still wear heavy cotton-padded jackets for more than a month.

When Xue saw that the female red was confused, she took the children to take charge of the two kinds of green dishes at home. Anyway, she was good at this, and the children were happy to follow her.

Before it was dark, Xuejian had washed three large carp and soaked a column of incense with salt. Then put a little oil in the pot. After the oil is heated, put it in the pot with chopped green onion, add water that can spread over the fish, put the fish into the pot, and add cooking wine, green onion, ginger, garlic, vinegar, dried mushrooms, dates, and boil over high heat. After boiling, simmer on low heat. Smell the fragrance, Xuejian smiled. Stewed fish is a delicious soup dish. The soup is thick white and the meat is fresh and tender. It will be served once every ten days. Each table has a large basin of soup and fish. Everyone eats it very sweetly.

Qier helped wash the brown rice in the afternoon and soak it in water for an hour to drain. Now Xuejian washes the ribs, heats them, removes them, rinses them, adds brown rice, ginger slices and 6 cups of water, boils them over high heat, and simmers them over low heat for more than half an hour. When the minced meat is cooked, salt can be added for seasoning.

In another pot, add water, green onion, ginger, garlic, star anise, Sichuan pepper, and cooking wine to boil and boil them until fragrant; Xuejian puts in the washed pork belly and boils until 6 is ripe, cut the dried red peppers, green onions, ginger, and garlic sprouts into slices, and then take out the boiled meat. When the appearance is not hot, cut them into 3 mm thick and 3 cm wide left The thin slices on the right; then soak the cut meat slices into the soup of the boiled meat and drain the water slightly; add a little oil after the pan is heated, lay the meat flat in the pan for a while and fry them to make them slightly yellow and oily; then pour in the dried red peppers, green onions, ginger, garlic sprouts, garlic, and stir-fry red oil on low heat; then change to high heat and add a little noodle sauce , sugar and a little broth are stir-frying and stir-frying.

humming an unknown song, Xuejian beats eggs in a bowl, put chopped green onions, minced carrots and salt, and then put some bean sprouts, the amount of which does not exceed the egg liquid. Put oil on the bottom of the pot, heat it over medium heat, pour in the egg liquid, add some bean sprouts on it, bake it on low heat for a while, turn it over, press the omelet with a flat shovel, let the excess egg liquid flow out, and bake an omelet for a while. In a while, a small pot of omelet has been made.

The curling fragrance has long attracted several children to go in and out of the kitchen several times. The older Qi Niang has secretly taken an omelet and divided it with several brothers and sisters, and even Qianer, who followed, has a small piece.

However, the men who went out did not come back on time.

Another hour passed. I was afraid that the children would be hungry, so I simply waited for them to finish eating and coaxed them back to sleep.

Er Niang sat in the lobby room with a calm face, which had never happened before, and Sanlang Si Niang and Wu Niang did not eat.

It was completely dark. On the moonless night, the cold wind blew on Xuejian's face like a knife. Du's mother came to pull her: "Xuejian, this wind is cold. You are weak. You'd better go back to the house and wait."

With a burst of messy footsteps and low human language, the door was opened, and the dark figure pulled the ice bed and flashed in. Xue saw Du Hai's low voice and said, "Shen'er's mother, go and call Brother Zhang. Sanni's mother, go and boil water quickly. Brother Jin Sheng is injured."

Under the command of Du Hai, several people who lifted the ice** entered the house. Under the faint ice lamp, Xuejian saw the large amount of blood on his body, which was obviously not Zhou Bo.

Xue saw Liulang, who was a little silly when she saw the shock: "Brother Rui, where's Dalang? Where's Dalang?" Xuejian heard her own voice and trembled in the cold wind.

Rokuro's body trembled more than Xuejian's voice. He seemed to want to break free from Xuejian's hand, but he couldn't lift any strength: "Big, big, big, big brother, he, he, he,...

When Er Niang and others heard the sound, they all ran to the courtyard, "I'm finally back!"

"Huh? What about people?" Wu Niang asked.

Sanlang stared at Liulang and said, "Can't you see the sky? It's just crazy, it's just nonsense!"

Another gust of wind ran in at the gate and saw Er Niang standing in the courtyard. The man paused and arched his hand and said, "I'll go to see the Jinsheng brothers first."

Listen to the voice and know that this must be Zhang Dashan.

The two women gasped behind and chased in. Du's mother and Zhang's mother pulled each other into the hospital. Du's mother took a breath and came to Er Niang and said, "Miss, don't worry. Zhang's mother and I will also follow to see Brother Jinsheng. You can go back to the house first."

Er Niang asked in a frenze, "What the hell is going on?"

Everyone looked at Liulang unconsciously. In everyone's eyes, Liulang couldn't stand it and cried out: "Wow, wow... Uncle Zhou, Uncle Zhou is dying, his whole body is full of blood, a lot of blood!"

"What nonsense!" Er Niang frowned, moved her feet, and said to Sanlang, "Third brother, go and have a look with me. You guys go back to the house!"

Liulang didn't move, and Xue Jian still pulled him. His face was pale under the ice lamp. She asked gently, "Where's Dalang?"

Although the voice was soft, Liulang trembling more. Er Niang turned her head in surprise: "What?"

"Brother, it's gone... I can't find it!"