Xu Qingzhi smiled, without missing a beat in his working movements, and replied to Lin Kai neatly: "It's okay, I'm not tired, there's no need to rest. If you're tired, you can go sit under the tree next to you for a while." When Lin Kai heard this, his body, which was already extremely tired, suddenly became not tired at all!
My sister is not tired, how can he be tired!
"I'm not tired either!"
Then he waved the hoe with a groan.
In the past, when workers were tired, they might shout something like a chant, or they would just follow the rhythm of the hoe and shout "ho hey" to feel less effort.
Young people don't know how to do it, so they start chatting to pass the time.
The sweet potatoes were dug out one by one. While sorting the sweet potatoes, Xu Yi asked: "Hey, have you ever eaten raw sweet potatoes?"
"Can it be eaten raw?" Zhang Song was surprised.
"Yes." Lin Kai's grandma is also from a rural area, but her parents bought a house in the county. Eating raw sweet potatoes was only a matter of childhood. "My grandma also grew sweet potatoes before. After peeling them, she ate them with a bite.
It’s hard and tastes crispy and sweet.”
"Yes, I also had it when I was a child. It was crispy and sweet." Xu Zijun said.
Xu Yi added: "Eating raw sweet potatoes will cause worms to grow in your stomach. I guess you must be like me and have taken Pagoda medicine."
Lin Kai: "I've really eaten it before."
Xu Zijun: "What is Pagoda Medicine?"
Xu Qingzhi remembers it very clearly, "It was shaped like a pagoda and tasted like candy. At that time, the two of us were still rushing to eat it."
Xu Zijun suddenly remembered some not-so-good memories, with a bit of indescribable nausea on his face, "Is it the medicine that makes bugs come out after eating it? The bugs are still alive, and sometimes they are still stuck..." <
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"Yes." Xu Yi nodded and said with a smile: "My mother said that the roundworms in my stomach were contracted from eating raw sweet potatoes. She told me not to eat raw sweet potatoes in the future."
Xu Zijun: "Yes, my mother also said that she never ate raw sweet potatoes again."
Xu Qingzhi remembered that when she was a child, she really didn't have much to eat. She especially liked to eat the pagoda medicine, just like eating candy. She was looking forward to the time when there would be more worms in her stomach.
The thoughts of children are always so simple and funny in retrospect.
"Children nowadays don't seem to take this medicine anymore."
"I haven't seen it often."
"..."
Xu Qingzhi said out of nowhere: "I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes."
In the past, when I was a child, my family used honeycomb briquettes to cook rice, so I couldn't roast sweet potatoes at home. Each of the children would take their own sweet potatoes from home and go to the ravines in the mountains to roast them and eat them.
After it’s roasted, you have to divide it up. This smaller sweet potato is what you brought, and it’s yours. This big one is mine, and that one belongs to so-and-so.
Whichever sweet potatoes you bring, you can eat them when they are roasted.
There were really not many things to eat when I was a child. You must know that roasted mandarin oranges can become a snack among children, so they are reluctant to throw away the sour mandarin oranges and eat them one by one.
So roasted sweet potatoes are really one of the few delicacies, a hundred times more delicious than roasted tangerines.
After Xu Qingzhi finished speaking, someone immediately echoed: "I want to eat too."
"I want it too."
"How about baking a few?"
"Bake!"
A few people had made up their mind to roast sweet potatoes, but they felt a little embarrassed even though they were here to help.
Xu Qingzhi had already stood up and said hello to her grandpa and her father on the other side: "Grandpa, we are going to roast sweet potatoes."
The ending notes of the words are all rising, brisk and clear. I can hear that I am really happy to bake sweet potatoes.
Xu Fuqiang whispered: "This kid said he was here to help..."
"What did she do?" Grandpa said fiercely, and the son had no choice but to keep silent.
The old man wiped the sweat with the back of his hand and said loudly to the children: "Go, go, bake more if you like. Grandpa grows a lot of sweet potatoes."
The mountainous terrain in Taoshui Village is mostly hills and ravines. The sweet potatoes are grown here on flat land. Take the sweet potatoes and walk aside, you will see the natural ravines formed by the accumulation of terrain over time.
Collecting firewood, hiding under a ravine to avoid the mountain wind, dug a hole and started to light a fire. Fortunately, Zhang Song brought a lighter with him, so the fire was easily lit.
When the fire below turns to carbon, throw the sweet potatoes in one by one, bury them, and add firewood on top.
The weather is quite hot today, and when you are next to the fire, you feel the fire burning your face.
But several people gathered around the fire and stared at the fire, their eyes full of expectation.
This roasted sweet potato cannot be roasted and eaten in a short time, it will take a long time.
After some discussion, two people were left here to stare at the fire, while the others went over to dig sweet potatoes.
Time passed unknowingly, and the disk-like sun turned orange, gradually showing signs of setting into the sunset, and the work in the fields was finished.
Grandpa only planted a few rows of sweet potatoes, not many.
After finishing the work, the sweet potatoes are almost ready.
Several people gathered around and picked them out one by one from the charcoal fire with wooden sticks.
At this time, the outer skin of the sweet potatoes has turned into a dark charcoal color.
"This is a little different from the roasted sweet potato I imagined." Wu Bo said.
Lin Kai picked up the sweet potato that came out first. Although it was still hot, he could hold it in his hand. He blew it and said, "This kind of roasted sweet potato is the most delicious. It's so fragrant."
The sweet potatoes from the fire were all pulled out one by one. Just by looking at their dark appearance, I knew they were all ripe.
Not only a few children have it, but grandpa and Xu Fuqiang also have it.
Xu Qingzhi forgot about it when baking, one for each person, and the baked ones were all in medium-sized and medium-sized shapes.
If it’s too big, it won’t be cooked properly, and if it’s too small, it won’t have much flavor when baked.
Each person took one, squatted down and started eating roasted sweet potatoes.
Xu Qingzhi took his own and opened it with his hands. The outside was burnt to black charcoal, but the sweet potatoes inside had matured to bright yellow color, exuding the unique aroma of firewood-roasted sweet potatoes.
This is different from baking it in the oven.
Xu Qingzhi took a bite. It was hot and delicious. It was exactly the same as the taste he remembered when he was a child. The taste that spans time makes it even more delicious.
When looking at other people's eating habits, not only are their hands black, but their eating habits are full of black marks.
Xu Qingzhi only felt that they were exactly the same as the children with ugly faces who ate roasted sweet potatoes when she was a child.
And her mood is the same as when she was a child.
Roasted sweet potatoes can really make people happy, and eating roasted sweet potatoes makes you even happier.