The sixth day of August is Song Qiu’s fourteenth birthday.
Early in the morning, Old Yuan wiped away her tears, dug out three tablets in her room, placed them and began to murmur.
There are generally few families who place memorial tablets at home. How can an ordinary family like them do this?
It's just that old Yuan lost her husband early in her life and her son later, which really made her feel miserable.
Women cannot visit graves, and it is even more impossible for a mother to visit her son's grave.
There was nothing their family could do, so every year Song Qiu would carry the sacrifices to visit the graves by himself until he was old enough to walk. It was like this. Most of the graves of the villagers were together, so he was not afraid of danger if he went with the villagers.
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Every year during the Qingming Festival, Mrs. Yuan couldn’t go to the grave, so she hired someone to make a memorial tablet and put it at home. At that time, she stayed at home to talk to her husband and son.
Later, the daughter-in-law went there, and she also made a memorial tablet for her.
Lao Yuan said in front of the three tablets for a long time, probably lamenting that her granddaughter is now fourteen and is getting healthier and smarter and more capable, so that the three people who have gone there can rest assured and bless her granddaughter.
It's getting better and better, and my whole life will be smooth and peaceful.
After muttering enough, Old Yuan carefully put away the tablet, wiped his eyes, and left the house.
In the yard, Zhang Lihua and others were surrounding Zhang Yang, killing chickens and rabbits, chatting and laughing in a lively manner.
"There are chickens and rabbits! There are also birds! Ah Qiu, what delicious food can you prepare for us today? Although it is your birthday, you still have to be the one to take the spoon! Otherwise, all this good food will be in vain.
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"That's right, sister Aqiu, the food you cook is delicious!"
"Second brother, second brother! Why is this bird so big? It's bigger than the birds flying in our yard!"
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Old Yuan smiled and asked Old Deng in the yard next door not to light a fire to cook at noon, but to come over and eat together. It was fun, and went to the stove to boil eggs.
Eating two hard-boiled eggs on your birthday is the best way for farmers to celebrate.
The Song family is small, so when Lao Yuan or Song Qiu have a holiday or something, they all invite the Zhang family to join them and make it fun. No matter what they eat, it's just a fun.
Today, Zhang Yang prepared so much game again, it was a hearty meal.
In the upper room, Mr. Zhang also heard the shouting, but thinking that Zhang Yang had hunted the game, he was a little reluctant to eat it.
He had no objection to the Song family, but now, he really couldn't eat what Zhang Yang had given him.
When he saw old Mrs. Deng coming in, he said that he was not feeling well, so he would not go over to have dinner with her, and asked old Mrs. Deng to pass on the message, telling old Mrs. Yuan not to be surprised.
After hearing this, Mrs. Deng didn't want to let him go. She still couldn't persuade her to go, so she immediately agreed, "Okay, I'll let Mrs. Miao make you a bowl of gnocchi later."
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Zhang Yang gave Song Qiu all the pheasants, rabbits and birds that had been killed and processed. How to do it? Then it was time for Song Qiu to show off his skills.
In the kitchen house, Old Yuan soaked the boiled eggs in cold water, scooped them up and gave one to each of Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua, "Eat it first, eat it and cook it later!"
Because Zhang Lihua and Song Qiu only celebrated their birthdays three days apart, every year when Mrs. Yuan cooked eggs for Song Qiu, she would cook an extra egg for Zhang Lihua. Zhang Lihua was also used to celebrating Song Qiu's birthday on the same day.
I took the eggs over, peeled them with Song Qiu and ate them after a few bites.
After eating the eggs, Song Qiu rolled up his sleeves and started to work on lunch.
Zhang and Yang didn't leave, so they crowded in the kitchen room to watch. Song Qiu simply arranged work for them, peeling garlic, lighting the fire.
When Mr. Yuan saw that there was no room for everyone in the kitchen, he went to the vegetable garden to weed and prepare the ground.
After pulling out the eggplant vines and plowing the ground, you can start planting garlic, onions, and sowing vegetable seeds.
What kind of vegetables can you eat in winter depends on your diligence at this time. The vegetables must be grown well. You can't finish all the Chinese cabbage and radish in one winter.
Mr. Yuan thought that his family was going to open an inn, so he simply removed the pergola and made the ground wider and flat. With the extra space, he could grow a variety of vegetables.
The bitter gourds, courgettes and the like have been gone for a long time, but there are a few old-fashioned loofahs hanging on the vines, which are kept for seeding. Old Yuan will not move them for the time being, and there are also a few large winter melons, which are delicious.
, just as he was talking, Song Qiu came out and picked one and went in.
When Mrs. Deng saw that Mr. Yuan was preparing the land for next season's vegetables, she took Mrs. Miao to tidy up the vegetable garden.
The red peppers left in the two vegetable gardens have not been used yet, so I will keep the ones nearby to see when Song Qiu will pick them.
In the kitchen, Song Qiu first put two pheasants on the menu, and the chicken stewed with mountain mushrooms was the best.
In the summer, I took out a handful of mountain mushrooms that were dried in the sun and soaked them in hot water. After soaking, there were quite a few.
Put the pheasant pieces soaked in blood into the pot and blanch them until the water is half boiled. Skim off the foam, then take them all out of the pot and wash them with water.
Then wash the pot and heat the oil, put in a large piece of ginger, and some star anise and bay leaves that are often available at home now. After stir-frying, pour in the pheasant pieces and stir-fry until they change color, then add a little soy sauce.
Then pour in water, put the soaked mountain mushrooms in, sprinkle with appropriate amount of salt, and simmer over high heat.
Stew until the pheasant is tender and tender, then reduce the heat to reduce the juice.
During this period, Song Qiu asked Zhang Lihua to control the heat, then chopped the wild rabbit into small pieces, the size of a thumb, not too big, poured a little wine and salt, and together with the ginger slices, gave the rabbit a taste first, then removed
Remove the smell.
She plans to make a spicy rabbit.
The dried chili peppers had not yet been dried, but the red chili peppers that were first strung up to dry were a bit dry. Song Qiu didn't mind it, so he pulled half of the strings in and put them all into sections.
Then slice the ginger and garlic, put them in a bowl with the peppercorns, star anise leaves and set aside.
The pheasant stewed in the pot has also reached the stage of collecting juice over low heat. After collecting the juice, Song Qiu put it in a clay pot and placed it on the stove. There was a fire on the stove, and the residual heat was warm and would not cool down.
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I'll wash the pot first, put enough rice in it, blanch it in water, take it out and stew it in the tin pot at the back. Of course, I'm going to eat dry rice today.
Simmer the rice, pour oil into the pot, and prepare to fry the diced rabbit.
There is a lot of oil. When it is hot, pour in the seasoned diced rabbit and fry it until the surface is golden and dry, then pick it up and drain it in a dustpan.
Pour out the oil from the pot, leaving only some of it, then add the ginger, garlic slices, peppercorns, star anise leaves and stir-fry.
After sautéing, add the red pepper cut into sections and stir-fry.
The spicy flavor is stirred up, filling the whole kitchen with a tangy spicy flavor, but it is also very fragrant.
Song Qiu quickly poured the fried rabbit dices in, stir-fried evenly, poured some soy sauce for color, and then poured in a little sesame oil. After stir-frying for a while, Song Qiu quickly flipped the shovel to stir-fry the spicy rabbit dices.
I took the pot and put it in a big bowl.
Wash the pot, pour oil, heat it up, and fry the bird with its internal organs soaked in water, coated with a thin layer of flour, and seasoned.
There were only six of them in total. Song Qiu cut each one in half, which was enough for twelve people to pick up one piece each.
At this moment, the oil is not at its hottest, so the bird is thrown in and fried slowly until it is cooked and thoroughly fried. Then it is taken out immediately, waits for it to cool down, and then fry it a second time.
Now take out the oil from the pot, wash the pot and add oil again. Add the sliced winter melon slices and stir-fry until they change color. Add soy sauce to coat the color. Add salt and a little water. Stew until soft and soft. Start again.
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Heat the oil again to the hottest level. Pour the fried birds in over high heat and fry again.
After frying, the bird was crispy and even the bones were brittle. Song Qiu stir-fried it with sesame oil, a little salt and sugar and took it out. The fried bird was so fragrant that everyone was drooling.
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