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49 There are many ways to fry rice, and the color of the rice is different depending on the accessories used to fry it.

Jian Shi'an ate fried rice when he was a child, not only fried rice, but also popcorn and dried potato.

My grandmother, who lives in the countryside, has an acre of land and grows beans or peanuts, as well as corn and yams, depending on the season.

Speaking of yams, this thing can be eaten in different ways in the hands of grandma.

The yam is washed and sliced and dried, which becomes a dried yam. This thing has to be boiled to taste, and it is usually cooked in cornmeal porridge.

Jian Shi'an didn't like to eat these the most. Although it is a little sweet, it can be chewed hard, and in the eyes of children, how can it compare to the deliciousness of bread?

But if you change the way you eat, Jian Shi'an must be in favor of it with both hands.

He remembers that his grandmother's stove was still an earthen stove, and he needed firewood or straw to make a fire.

When he returned to his hometown during the New Year's holidays, he had to fight to light the fire. Watching tongues of fire devour straw is not much more interesting in the eyes of city kids who have never played with fire.

In addition to the fire, there is also water for digging wells. There is an underground well in the courtyard of my hometown, and the water from this underground well has to be used to press water in and out of the well.

The principle of operation is very simple, it is the physical principle of using an air pressure piston. The only way to control the piston is to pour a scoop of water before pumping water, followed by a lever at the head of the well. As soon as you press it up and down, the water will "gurgle" out.

It's interesting to watch, but it's more labor-intensive to actually operate.

Jian Shi'an was pouted aside by his aunts every time he was halfway through the fight, saying that he was so big that he didn't know where to go, and he was all stupid.

Jian Shi'an, who was pouted aside, watched her aunt easily press it a few times, but the water head that came out was two or three times the size of his.

In desperation, he had to go back to the fire, which led him to discover a new type of snack.

This new type of snack is all over the streets in modern times, but in the nineties, when the materials were not developed, Jian Shi'an tried it for the first time.

It is to bury the freshly dug potatoes in the fire, carefully cover them with ashes, and continue to boil the pot. Usually the dish on the pot is cooked, and his potato is also baked.

At that time, Jian Shi'an didn't know that roasting potatoes was actually not attacking with fierce fire like him at all.

Most of the potatoes roasted in this way have black paste, and some places have to be torn off and can no longer be eaten.

But the joy of roasted potatoes is not diminished by these paste, but when he peels off the skin, the fragrant smell will make him feel happy.

This is the treasure he and his friends picked up in his aunt's field. These treasures were forgotten by my aunt in the field, and they could only wait for the next spring to turn into fertilizer in the soil.