Return To 1977 Chapter 343: Farmhouse rice

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By the time An Yangyang came back, the food had basically been put on the table. Hong Jun, who rolled into the vegetable field with his dog, was also pulled back by Hong Yanwu.

Not to mention, this meal, which was prepared in a hurry, is simple, but it is quite suitable for everyone's appetite.

Let’s talk about the pot of old pickled watermelon first.

Old watermelon is a very interesting thing. Its thickness is between zucchini and cucumber. It has white skin and white flesh, thick skin and hard seeds. It has no taste. Its biggest feature is that it is cheap and easy to store. It is the staple dish of farmers in the suburbs of Beijing in this era.

Pan pickling is a very common way of eating among people in the capital.

To put it bluntly, it means to pickle fresh fruits and vegetables with large grains of salt before eating. It won't work if it's wilted or drained of water. You can only pickle it!

The advantage of this method is that it has a salty taste without damaging the original freshness of the food. In today's fashionable terms, it "preserves the original ecology of the food."

This pot of old cantaloupe is produced in Yuntai's home. It looks very good. It is mixed with red pepper and green garlic, which is quite appetizing.

And its attraction is mainly reflected in Hong Yanwu.

Because although this thing is extremely prosperous now, it can be seen everywhere in the countryside. But in the 1990s, it will gradually disappear.

Although when Hong Yanwu was a child, he almost hurt the old mango, but to him today, it is nothing more than "old friends" who have been separated for decades, and they are absolutely "our brothers have been together for a long time" Gone.”

So when it came to the table to eat, he just greeted the thing, biting it with a "crack" sound, and said it was crispy and delicious.

Not only did everyone cover their mouths and laugh at him, but even his own mother felt strange.

"This kid, how come he loves to eat when he was little? Why is he now an 'old melon head'?"

Unlike Hong Yanwu, older people are more proud of An Danier's thick porridge.

It was cooked in a big firewood pot, and the residue was very thick and chewy. There are also beans inside, and the cooked porridge is red and yellow.

As soon as the porridge is boiled, the aroma will fill the courtyard. The rich fragrance of grain makes people feel at ease and moved when smelling it. It represents the true meaning of life.

Hong Lucheng, Wang Yunlin, and Shou Jingfang drank and cheered. Even Hong Jun liked it very much and said that he had never tasted such delicious wood-fired bean porridge.

These words naturally made Da Nier blush so much that she said with a guilty conscience that it was nothing. Everyone here makes their porridge this way.

After hearing this, Yuntai smiled at her and said don't be embarrassed. This is the advantage of rural areas. They really can't drink it in the capital, and I'm not being polite to you.

With such good porridge, it must be equally good to accompany the porridge and side dishes to complement each other. In this way, Anjia's pickled eggs also became popular.

Nowadays, people eat more salted duck eggs, but they don’t know that eggs are actually better than duck eggs when used to make salted eggs. Because although the egg yolk is small, it is much more delicate and tender than duck egg yolk when pickled.

And I have to say that Xiao Qin’s mother’s methods are quite clever.

The eggs she pickled are not only red when opened, but also oily on top. It actually tastes like a runny egg. It has a unique flavor. Everyone was full of praise after eating it.

Hong Yanru couldn't help but sigh, saying that since pickled eggs are so delicious, why do people still buy salted duck eggs?

For this reason, Xiaoqin’s mother felt that she was proud of herself, so she happily explained to her.

"Girl, how can duck eggs compare with chicken eggs? They naturally have a fishy smell. How can we eat them if we don't make salted eggs? In addition, the eggs in our village are different in summer. There is a kind of grass on the mountain called " "Crested yellow", chickens eat the grass seeds of this grass, and the eggs they lay are bright red and unique, which is why they pickle this flavor. The eggs here in winter are not as good."

When everyone suddenly realized it, Wang Yunlin said, "No wonder the eggs at home feel much more delicious recently. That's how it is."

In addition to these pickled eggs, the two bottles of wine An Yangyang brought were also very good.

Although it is a clay pot thing, the color is a bit turbid, not particularly clear and transparent, and the taste is also a bit astringent.

But because it is made from pure grains, it is definitely not the stuff in the city that is mixed with essence and water to fool people. Not only does the wine have a fragrant aroma, it is also very mellow in the mouth and has a long aftertaste. You won’t get drunk even if you drink too much.

This was Chen Liquan's favourite. He drank from cup to cup, enjoying himself.

But maybe because he drank too much, he relaxed, and he grunted inadvertently.

"I think the countryside is pretty good too. The food and drink are better than those in the city. There is such a spacious place. Why do people want to run to the city? If you want me, I'll be happy to stay. Here..."

This sentence immediately made everyone at the table feel a little embarrassed. However, Chen Liquan had a kind-hearted nature, and everyone on Yuntai's side knew that it was an unintentional remark, so no one cared about it. They were just afraid that Secretary An would think too much.

Secretary An is a cheerful person and doesn’t shy away from tabooing. He just laughs and speaks frankly.

"Young man, I feel happy when you say that. But to be honest, it is still not good in the countryside. The work is tiring and there are few things. It is far better than in the city where you have food and drinks supplied by the state and there are many old and famous shops. You see, these are the only things you eat. You just have to taste them. You won’t be able to stand it if you eat them every day. Where can your sauced meats and sesame seed cakes be as delicious as ours? , that’s the real good thing. Even during the Chinese New Year, we can’t eat such authentic sauced pork. It’s really satisfying!”

Indeed, the sauced pork of "Tianfu Hao" is famous in the capital. The delicious taste once prompted the "last emperor" Puyi to ride his bicycle to the "Tianfu Hao" store in Xidan to buy soy pork elbows the day after he was imprisoned.

If you stuff this kind of meat into sesame cakes, wouldn’t it still be delicious?

Not to mention that everyone present loved it, even Hong Jun even ate two of his little villains.

Especially for the locals in Longkou Village, I am afraid that adding everything on the table will not be as attractive as these two things.

If nothing else, just by looking at Secretary An and Xiaoqin's mother stuffing large chunks of meat into their mouths, with oil dripping from their mouths smoothly, you can tell that they are extremely relaxed and happy.

And Na'an Taiyang is even more generous in eating, and he is not polite at all. The chopsticks seemed to have eyes, picking out the fat ones in front of me. I was really eating what was in the bowl and looking at what was in the basin.

To put it bluntly, I am too short-tongued these days. Without the backbone of meat, the food cannot reflect the beauty it deserves.

If it were really not for the big pot of sauced pork and the hill-like sesame sesame cakes on the table, today's farmhouse dinner table would definitely be a lot less beautiful and lively than it is now.

It’s just that although Secretary An’s words are an out-and-out reality, Hong Yanwu can make calculations and understand the future. He has confidence in his heart. So he raised his wine cup and toasted Secretary An, and then made an assertion.

"Uncle, as I see it, this is the only benefit the city has right now. But don't forget, things will change. What is not available in the village now may not be available in the future. In the village It’s not as good as the city now, but it may not be better than it was in the future. I won’t say anything else. I’ll wait and see next year, and I’m sure the rural policy will be completely different from this year…”

These words were absolutely shocking, and almost everyone looked at Hong Yanwu.

Secretary An was stunned at that time. "Hey, what you said is interesting, but I don't even dare to think about it. Policy? Will it change?"

Hong Yanwen couldn't help but kindly remind him. "Third brother, the people sitting here are all your elders. You have to speak wisely. Don't drink a few more drinks and run on the train with your mouth full..."

Unexpectedly, Hong Yanwu was nonchalant and still spoke categorically.

"Second brother, my friend's father is a high-ranking official. He is also well-informed. You forgot that I asked you to review in advance. It's really not nonsense."

Secretary An is the brigade secretary. He doesn’t care what others think, but he really has a strong interest in it. He urged Hong Yanwu to quickly tell him how he could change, and said that it was his own family anyway, so if he talked behind closed doors, it would be okay if he was wrong.

In this case, Hong Yanwen could no longer stop him, so he had no choice but to let Hong Yanwu talk.

"Uncle, in fact, the specific policy has not been decided yet. But the direction is definitely changing towards looser policies. You can probably think about the original 'three self-one package' and 'four freedoms'."

"Ah, isn't this going back to the old path? That policy is...who proposed it...it's absolutely impossible!"

Not only Secretary An, but also everyone of his age on the scene was shocked.

Because the aftermath of the "movement" has not yet dissipated, fear permeates the bone marrow. This policy was the original reason why the great leader personally launched this "movement". As Hong Yanwu said, it is too sensational.

Hong Yanwu naturally understood everyone's mood and thought about it before continuing.

"I know everyone doesn't believe it, but can everyone imagine the changes that have taken place since last year? The university changed to the unified examination, excellent admissions were admitted, knowledge became valuable again, and the old right also took off his hat. Where is this? This is all unexpected. In fact, you might as well take my words as a joke now, but I will leave it here. Either at the end of the year or next year, the problem of educated youth and the composition of our family will arise. Policy. When all this happens, you will believe me..."

There was a moment of silence. Yes, even though it sounds quite unrealistic, Hong Yanwu's words still make sense. This makes everyone here think deeply about it.

But here, Hong Yanwu still had more to say, and he turned his head to Secretary An again.

"Uncle, speaking from a broad perspective, our country has been in chaos and its foundation has been hollowed out. Now great men are presiding over state affairs in order to get the country back on track. We are an agricultural country with the largest rural population. , even if we vigorously develop industry, farmers are also the foundation, because people have to eat. It is impossible for the country not to reduce the burden on rural areas and increase their enthusiasm for production. From the bottom up, the people are already poor and hungry, and they all look forward to a good life. . There have been so many policies in the past. I don’t need to tell you which ones work or which ones don’t. That’s why I say this best.”

Not to mention, Secretary An's attitude has really softened a bit under such well-founded "brainwashing".

"His third nephew, I'm not sure what you're talking about, but I'm also looking forward to such a change. If nothing else, if it really changes, Zhaoqing's flipping eggs will be nothing. I'm really afraid that someone will cause trouble for him, so I'm thinking of not letting him do it. I want to find him a writing job in the team..."

Unexpectedly, it was connected to their own family. Yuntai and Zhaoqing and his son were quite surprised, and they were both happy and worried.

The happy thing is that Secretary An obviously wants to take care of his son-in-law, so Zhaoqing won't have to do manual labor in the future. The worry is that the income from selling eggs is huge. If he can't do it anymore, it will be a bit difficult for Zhaoqing to take medicine and treat his illness in the future.

Of course Hong Yanwu understood the different psychology of everyone. He first agreed with Secretary An.

"Uncle, you are actually very considerate. The policy has not changed yet, and it is indeed easy to implement it..."

But then the conversation changed again, "But, it depends on how you say it. Although it is wrong to resell to make a profit, if you are bringing eggs to relatives, it shouldn't violate the policy, right?"

Secretary An really deserves his job for nothing, and he quickly realized it.

"His third nephew, you have a good mouth. But, you are relatives in the capital. When Zhaoqing comes to the city, it will be hard for people to say anything. Otherwise, I will not do anything about his errands." Slowly..."

Hong Yanwu felt very happy when he saw Secretary An being so docile. On a whim, he continued to discuss it in depth.

"Uncle, actually you really feel sorry for Zhao Qing. You are afraid that he will get hurt and that something will happen to him in the city, so you will find a good job for him. So if this is the case, I have another idea. Qing should just stop selling them by himself. It’s better to ask this big brother from the sun to help me. From now on, he will take the eggs collected by Zhaoqing and send them to me. The rest is nothing more than bringing the money back. . In this way, Zhaoqing’s medicine money will be settled, and Brother Ritou will also be able to make some extra money..."

Okay! Why is it bad? This is a really good idea. Absolute benefits will not go to outsiders, and nothing will be delayed.

So Secretary An nodded at that time and urged An Yangyang, who was just immersed in eating and drinking, to thank him. Yuntai and Zhaoqing were also happy.

But when the father and son thought about it again, they felt a little bit sorry, because it was undoubtedly Hong Yanwu who had caused a lot of trouble for him. He also took on some responsibility.

But Hong Yanwu said it didn't matter, saying that there was a shortage of eggs in the city, and he didn't have to go out to buy them himself. An acquaintance could buy them for him

Of course Wang Yunlin felt sorry for her brother's family. Seeing that Hong Yanwu said this and knowing that he was sure of it, she agreed after thinking about it.

"Brother, please don't be polite. There are still relatives who don't treat relatives with kindness. If you turn around and let outsiders laugh, just do what the third brother said..."

Unexpectedly, these words caused ambiguity to Secretary An again, and he rushed to make a statement.

"His aunt, we are sons and daughters, but real relatives. When the child is about to give birth, you guys will call them grandparents, and ours will call them grandma and grandpa. We are not outsiders, we really are not outsiders... …”

Wang Yunlin and Yuntai looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

Yuntai rushed to explain, "Brother Guangsheng, I didn't talk about you, you are too worried. Look, we brothers should just discuss the marriage of our children. Let's see which day is a good day, and what should we do? What should we do? You and Xiaoqin’s mother need to talk about your opinions first..."

This naturally made Zhaoqing and Xiaoqin embarrassed.

But Secretary An and Xiaoqin’s mother were smiling at the same time.

"That's good. We know everything about it, and we are all farmers, so there's nothing special about it. As soon as possible, just have fun..."

Amidst the laughter and laughter in the house, everything seemed so beautiful and harmonious on this summer afternoon.

The cicadas outside sang hymns tirelessly. The small gourds on the pergola were swaying gently in the wind, as if they were going to join the joyful procession in the house.

The yellow dog sneaked into the room without knowing when, and licked Hong Jun's leg with its mouth, its tail wagging happily.

Of course Hong Jun knew everything it was thinking. He held a piece of fat in his hand and brought it under the table.

Soon, the yellow dog opened his hand with its mouth under the table, ate the "reward" quietly, and licked his hand until it was wet, tickling him so much that he laughed...

This is life, these are days.