In the room, Wang Yanmei shouted: "Children, it's time to eat."
When he was a child, he would be scolded if his elders shouted for dinner but still sat there and dilly-dallyed, so Xu Qingzhi also developed a reaction of rushing over as soon as he heard this sentence. After typing on the phone, Xu Qingzhi wished him: "Everything goes well."
Then put the phone back in your pocket.
As soon as I entered the house, I smelled the smell of fried celery.
Meicheng's dried incense was famous in the past, but now only Internet celebrity products are more popular on the Internet. This kind of historical local word-of-mouth delicacies has gradually faded out of the stage of history.
Xu Qingzhi quite likes to eat.
This kind of dried Xiangxiang has a more tender texture and does not have the smoky texture outside. Instead, it tastes like salty and tender tofu. It is paired with celery and chili and has a meaty aroma. There is more oil in the stir-fry, and there is a bit of fat inside.
Fried into lard residue, perfect for rice.
Xu Qingzhi filled a bowl of white rice, which tasted delicious.
Lin Kai and others had already lost the restraint they had on the first day they came to eat. After finishing the first bowl, they went to pick up the second bowl by themselves, without Wang Yanmei saying to say there was rice in the pot, please eat more.
He even took the initiative to arrange work for tomorrow.
"Uncle, didn't grandpa say the day before yesterday that he was going to pick the persimmons too? Taking advantage of the holidays these days, we can help pick them together tomorrow."
"Yes, work can be done faster when there are more people." Xu Yi agreed, thinking that eating after work will taste better.
Xu Fuqiang also saw that these young men were really not afraid of the hardships of going to the fields, and they even enjoyed doing it.
It's not like some young people in the village who help their families during the holidays. They look sad, sigh, and look reluctant every time they swing a hoe, which makes the adults feel unhappy when they are working. They wave and tell them to leave quickly and stay out of here.
An eyesore.
Xu Fuqiang ate a chopstick of dried fragrant rice, gave him a mouthful of rice, swallowed it, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Okay, let's go pick persimmons tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll finish drying the persimmons in one day." Lin Kaihao said affectionately.
In fact, you can’t pick all the persimmons in one day.
There are not many persimmon trees in Grandpa's house, but there are quite a few. There is not only one at the entrance of the yard, but also one at the entrance of Xu's house. There is also a persimmon forest planted in the back hill, with dozens of trees.
In the past, there were still people stealing, especially children in the fifth and sixth grade. They were ignorant at this age and were very energetic. They could climb trees and leap backwards. There were always a group of people roaming around in the mountains. If they picked some wild thorns, ox tongues, and hawthorns, they would not be able to steal them.
No matter what the impact, they were either stealing watermelons from the fields or pulling out peanuts and sweet potatoes. Grandpa’s persimmon tree also suffered a lot.
People in the village are always more tolerant of children, unlike now when you encounter a naughty child on the Internet, the parents of the unlucky naughty child have to be doxxed, and hundreds of thousands of comments are scolding them.
In fact, I am angry, but I always think of it as a child, so the matter should be solved in a light way, and it is not a serious matter that is harmful to the world. Just pay the money.
When Xu Qingzhi was not yet in school, she followed her second uncle's brother and stole watermelons from other people's fields.
She is the youngest, and she is the one who follows a group of boys, eating and drinking.
Afterwards, when others were held to account, several boys stood there with their red necks in shame and remained silent. The second uncle was so angry that he beat her cousin with a hemp rope.
Grandpa asked her if she had eaten the watermelon that her brother went to get from someone else’s field.
She raised her head and answered her grandfather's questions, giggling and saying: "Eat it, brother, he hit it with his fist and the watermelon opened, it's so awesome.
She couldn't help but clapped, and even performed a physical demonstration of how her cousin smashed it down with a bang.
After all, before her cousin smashed him, he specifically called her: "Sister, look, I'm going to show you some martial arts! I'm better than Bruce Lee, oh!"
The watermelon split extremely irregularly from the middle.
She remembered the scene clearly.
Later... the cousin of the second uncle's family stopped taking her to play, saying that she was a traitor.
Boys are always energetic, but Xiao Qingzhi could never keep up with them. She was lost several times, so she stopped playing with them.
Thinking back on my childhood emotions, many of them were quite pure.
Unlike now, when she meets those brothers, sisters, and the like during the Chinese New Year, she won’t say a few words. Their faces are indifferent, and Xu Qingzhi has no intention of being warm to the cold butt.
There seems to be an invisible but thick wall between people.
I can’t tell whether it’s better when I was a child and didn’t know anything, or whether it’s better now that I know everything and can handle things appropriately.
It’s just that people will grow up eventually.
Just like those little kids who stole melons and potatoes, they grew up, settled outside, and gave birth to children who also went to better cities. No one stole the persimmons from Grandpa’s back mountain every year, maybe someone passed by.
I will pick one or two when I see them, but it won’t have much impact.
Compared with persimmons, cabbages that sometimes grow vigorously along the roadside are more dangerous to be stolen by drivers passing by late at night.
In addition, these persimmons are not yet completely ripe, so you can’t eat them immediately after picking them.
So the next day Xu Fuqiang called his grandpa, and when he and his group went to pick persimmons, they entered the persimmon forest and saw that the persimmon trees were full of persimmons. Compared with the number of fruits on the persimmon tree in the yard,
There are only a lot of them, and no one will pick them at the first sight.
There are few people growing persimmons in the village, so maybe her grandpa is the one growing them.
I don’t know how other people pick persimmons. Ever since I started planting persimmons, my grandpa always used the method of climbing a tree to pick persimmons by himself, while a group of people picked them up with bedsheets.
At this moment, the persimmon is still a little hard, not the kind of soft persimmon, nor the crystal persimmon that will rot when pinched. It will be fine if it falls on the bed sheets.
As for the tree-climbing job, Lin Kai immediately volunteered to go, but after all, there was a risk factor, so Xu Fuqiang refused, so he just let the other boys do the work below, and he would do it.
Xu Fuqiang also has experience in hitting persimmons and knows what kind of force to use.
Lin Kai and others are picking up here, while Xu Qingzhi, her brother, and grandpa are picking up on the other side, fearing that something might slip through the net.
After all, although this persimmon is considered hard, if it is knocked on the ground and the skin is broken, it will be damaged. It is painful to see such a big and good persimmon if it is broken.
Xu Fuqiang took the pole and started to hit. The persimmons fell down like rain and fell on the bed sheets.
Originally, there was no rush to pick persimmons. When everyone got tired, we took a break and ate some of the frosted peanuts made by Ms. Wang.
There were dozens of persimmon trees, so it took three days to finally finish them all.
Even the persimmon tree in front of Grandpa’s house was completely picked.
As for the persimmons picked from the persimmon tree in front of Xu's house, Wang Yanmei specially put them in rice to simmer and ripen them, and then packed them in bags. On the first day of school, Lin Kai, Xu Yi, Wu Bo, and Zhang Song took them to school to eat. Xu Zijun also brought some.
There were also salted duck eggs. Seeing how many people liked them, Wang Yanmei packed some of them too.