Return to the small mountain village in 1981

c251-260

chapter251
Early the next morning, although Yang Chunyan didn't have to go to the city to deliver goods, she still woke up early. When she heard voices in the yard, she prepared to get dressed and get up.

Zhou Huaian opened his eyes and looked at her, "If you don't go to the city or go to the mountain, just sleep a little longer!"

"I'm up!" Yang Chunyan rubbed her face, "I can't fall asleep when I wake up."

Zhou Huaian put his arms around her waist, "I can't sleep, let's do something else!"

"Be honest, mom and sister-in-law are outside, if they hear me, do I still want to see anyone?" Yang Chunyan slapped his dishonest hand away and sat up.

"Oh! Move out early and do whatever you want!" Zhou Huaian muttered and sat up when he saw her getting out of bed.

Yang Chunyan rolled her eyes at him, put on her shoes, opened the door and walked out.

Zhao Huifang was laying out a drying mat in the yard, preparing to dry herbs, while Father Zhou was thickening the bamboo sheets for the fence.

The fence is made of bamboo strips and is inserted into the mixing bucket to cover the grain when threshing. When threshing millet, surround the three sides of the mixing barrel so that the rice does not fall outside the mixing barrel during threshing.

Zhao Huifang spread out the sun mat and said, "Chunyan, are you planning to go to the farm this afternoon?"

Yang Chunyan nodded, "We want to go to the ditch we passed last time and dig up those herbs."

Zhao Huifang thought for a moment and said, "The youngest said that the cicada flowers we dug last time were at a pretty good price. We want to go see the bamboo forest."

"Yes." Yang Chunyan finished washing and went to the kitchen to help.

"Chunyan, the rice is ready." Zhou's mother stopped her, "Qiuyue and Xiuxiang went to the ditch to wash herbs. I washed some roots and put them in the dishpan. You cut some sauerkraut and mix them."

"Yeah!" Yang Chunyan went to the kitchen and saw a large pot full of braised multigrain porridge.

He took out the jar, fished out the sauerkraut given by Mother Yang, squeezed out the excess acid water, chopped it into fine pieces and rolled it into a pottery basin. He also scooped two spoons of water, tempeh, red oil sea pepper, Sichuan pepper noodles and folded ear roots and mixed them together. .

Seeing the blanched taro stems and a handful of coriander in the basin, I took a long chopstick and picked out some pickled peppers, pickled ginger and radish tassels from the kimchi jar, lit the fire and prepared to braise the taro stems.

Zhou Huaian lingered in the room for a long time before leaving the room. Seeing that it was still early, he yawned and prepared to go back and take a nap.

Zhou's father glanced at him and said solemnly: "My youngest, what are you going to do when you get up? Come up the mountain with us to chop firewood after dinner."

If you are lazy, you have to harness the plowshare every day to avoid laziness when you have nothing to do.

After hearing this, Zhou Huaian sighed, turned around and said, "Old man, Yi Ding and I want to go see the barren mountains. Once we're done, we'll go to the forest farm to dig for herbs."

Father Zhou didn't say much after hearing this. He lit a fire and began to roast the bamboo slices. After a while, the green bamboo slices were baked into a burnt yellow color by the fire.

Zhou Huaian looked at it, thought for a moment, then stepped forward and squatted by the fire, "Old man, has anyone contracted the barren mountain land past my eldest brother's house?"