By the time An Yangyang came back, the food had basically been put on the table. Hong Jun, who had rolled into the vegetable field with his dog, was also lifted back by Hong Yanwu.
Not to mention, this meal, which was prepared in a hurry, was simple, but it was quite satisfying to everyone's taste.
Let’s talk about the pot of fried old cucumbers first.
The old melon is a very interesting thing. It is between the thickness of 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.
Pickling it in a stir-fry is a very common way of eating it among the people in Beijing.
To put it bluntly, it means to pickle fresh fruits and vegetables with large grains of salt before eating. If they are wilted or watery, you can only pickle them!
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 cucumbers 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 and can be seen everywhere in the countryside, it will gradually become extinct in the 1990s.
Although when Hong Yanwu was a child, he almost hurt the old mango, but to him today, it is nothing more than an "old friend" who has been separated for decades, and an absolute "we haven't seen each other for a long time."
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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 pumpkin 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 dregs were very thick and chewy. There were also beans in it, and the porridge was red and yellow.
As soon as this kind of porridge is boiled, the aroma will fill the courtyard. The rich aroma 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 cheered while drinking. 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 really didn't matter. Everyone here cooks their porridge this way.
After hearing this, Yuntai smiled at her and said, don't be embarrassed. This is the benefit of the countryside. In the capital, they really can't drink. I'm not being polite to you.
With such good porridge, it must be equally good with the side dishes to complement the porridge. In this way, Anjia's pickled eggs also come into their own.
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 Xiaoqin’s mother’s methods are quite clever.
The eggs she pickled were not only red when opened, but also oily at the top. They actually looked like runny eggs. They had a unique flavor. Everyone was full of praise after eating them.
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 very proud, so she happily explained to her.
"Girl, how can duck eggs be compared 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 in summer are also different. There is a kind of grass on the mountain called "Crested Egg"
"The chickens eat the grass seeds of this grass, and the eggs they lay are bright red in color and unique, which is why they pickle the eggs. The eggs here in winter are much worse."
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.
Even though 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 flavors and water to fool people. Not to mention the aroma of the wine, it is also very mellow in the mouth, with a long aftertaste, and you will not get drunk even if you drink too much.
This turned out to be Chen Liquan's favourite. He took turns to drink from one cup to another, drinking happily.
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, and there is such a spacious place. Why do people want to run to the city? If you want me, I would be happy to stay here...
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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 it was an unintentional remark, so no one cared about it. They were just afraid that Secretary An would think too much.
Secretary An, as for 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's still not good in rural areas. The work is tiring and there are few things. It's far better than in the city where food and drinks are supplied by the state and there are many old and famous shops. Just look at it.
The main thing for you to eat is to taste the freshness before you feel good about it. If you are asked to eat this every day, you will definitely not be able to stand it. Where can you get your soy sauce meat and sesame seed cakes that are delicious? In our place, oil, water, and fine grains are all good.
It’s really good stuff. Even during the Chinese New Year, we can’t eat such authentic sauced pork. It’s really satisfying!…”
Indeed, the sauced pork of "Tianfuhao" is famous in the capital. The delicious taste prompted the "last emperor" Puyi to ride his bicycle to the "Tianfuhao" store in Xidan to buy sauced pork elbows the day after he was pardoned.
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 tiny little ones.
Especially for the locals in Longkou Village, I am afraid that adding everything on the table together will not be as attractive as these two things.
Not to mention anything else, just by looking at Secretary An and Xiao Qin'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 An Taiyang was even more generous when it came to eating. He was not polite at all. His chopsticks seemed to have eyes, picking out the fat ones and picking them up in front of him. He was really eating what was in the bowl and looking at what was in the basin.
To put it bluntly, these days we are so short of mouth. Without the backbone of meat, Su cannot reflect the beauty it deserves.
If it were really not for the large pot of sauced pork and the hill-like sesame sesame cakes on the table, today's farmhouse dining table would surely be a lot eclipsed, far less beautiful and lively than it is now.
It's just that although Secretary An's words are out-and-out reality, Hong Yanwu can calculate and know 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, times will change. If there is no place in the village now, it may not be there in the future. There is no city in the village now.
It's good, but it may not be better than in the future. I won't say anything else. I'll wait until you see it next year. 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. "Oh, 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. "Lao San, the people sitting here are all your elders. You have to speak wisely. Don't drink too many 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 to ask you to review in advance. It's really not nonsense."
Secretary An is the secretary of the brigade. He doesn't care what others think, but he is really interested. He urges Hong Yanwu to tell him how to change it. He also said that it is his own family anyway, and if he talks behind closed doors, it doesn't matter if he is wrong.
As a result, Hong Yanwen could no longer stop him, so he had no choice but to let Hong Yanwu talk eloquently.
"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 Guarantee' and 'Four Freedoms'."
"Ah, isn't this going back to the old path? That policy... who proposed it... is 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 has penetrated into 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. Which of these things is incredible?
These are all unexpected. In fact, you might as well listen to my words as a joke now. But I put it here, either at the end of the year or next year, policies will be issued on the issue of educated youth and the composition of families like ours. etc.
If all this has happened, you will believe me..."
There was silence for a moment. Yes, even if 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 is in chaos, and its foundation has been hollowed out. Now the great man is presiding over the country to get the country back on track. We are an agricultural country with the largest rural population, so we are vigorously
Farmers are also the foundation for the development of industry, because people have to eat. It is impossible for the country not to reduce the burden on rural areas and increase production enthusiasm. From the bottom up, the people are poor enough, hungry and afraid, and they all look forward to a good life. In the past, there were
We have adopted so many policies. I don’t need to tell you which ones work and which ones don’t. You know best. This is why I say this..."
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 out eggs won't be a big deal. I really
I'm afraid that someone will cause trouble for him, so I'm thinking of not letting him do it, and I want to find him a writing job in the team..."
Unexpectedly, they were contacted by their own family. Yuntai and Zhaoqing and his son were quite surprised, and they were both happy and worried.
The good news 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. What's worrying is that the income from selling eggs is huge, and 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.
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Of course Hong Yanwu understood the different psychology of everyone, so 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 topic 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 didn’t deserve 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 slow down his errand...
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Hong Yanwu felt very happy when he saw Secretary An being so docile. On a temporary basis, he continued to discuss it in depth.
"Uncle, actually you really feel sorry for Zhaoqing. 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. From now on, Zhaoqing will simply
Don't sell it yourself, why not let this big brother from the sun do a favor. From now on, he will take the place of Zhaoqing and send the eggs collected by Zhaoqing to me. For the rest, just bring the money back and don't worry about anything else. This way Zhaoqing
Qing’s medicine money is settled, and Brother Ritou can also make some extra money. Do you think it’s okay..."
Good! Why is it bad? This is such a good idea. Absolute wealth 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 say thank you. Yuntai and Zhaoqing were also very happy.
But when the father and son thought about it again, they felt a little bit sorry, because it was Hong Yanwu who had undoubtedly caused a lot of trouble for him and also shouldered a share of the responsibility.
But Hong Yanwu said it didn't matter, saying that there was a shortage of eggs in the city. He didn't have to go to the streets 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. Where are the relatives who don't treat relatives with kindness? If you turn around and make 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 in-laws, but real relatives. When a child is born, you guys will call us grandparents, and ours will call us 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, what should we do?
?You and Xiaoqin’s mother need to talk about your opinions first..."
This naturally made Zhaoqing and Xiaoqin feel embarrassed.
But Secretary An and Xiaoqin’s mother were smiling at the same time.
"That's good. We know everything about it, and we're 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 blown by the wind and swayed gently, as if they were all joining the joyful procession in the house.
The yellow dog sneaked into the house without knowing when, and licked Hong Jun's legs with its mouth, its tail slapping and wagging happily.
Of course Hong Jun knew everything it was thinking. He held a piece of fat meat 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...