When the Guo family heard the sound, they all went out to see it.
Jiang Minghui hurriedly shouted: "Dagui, come and help" Guo Dagui ran down with his head bare and asked with a smile: "What good thing?"
Father Wang smiled and said: "Why isn't it a good thing?
It's just a basket of charcoal."
The voice was full of envy.
While talking, he and Jiang Minghui had already joined hands to move the bamboo basket ashore.
Qingya had already gone downhill and was squatting on the springboard washing spinach.
Jiang Minghui couldn't wait to talk to him.
At this time, Guo Daquan also came, thanking Father Wang very much for sending his sister-in-law to the door.
Father Wang hurriedly said that it should be done, and after saying a few words of greetings, he rocked the boat and left.
The Guo brothers picked up the basket of charcoal and headed home uphill.
Jiang Minghui waited until Qingya finished washing the dishes, then held hands with her and led Guo Jian and Guo Qiao back.
Seeing Qingya looking at him, he thought about it, probably wondering why he came so early, so he explained: "I bought charcoal, and I was afraid that I would not be able to catch the boat if I left late, so I closed the door early and came here."
Then he patted the bag on his back and whispered, "I bought you some good things."
But he didn't say what it was.
Qingya's eyes flickered on his face.
He smiled and said, "I'll show it to you when I get in."
After saying that, he asked her again: "You pick spinach, why are you cooking today?"
Qingya nodded.
Brother Guo Daquan had already arrived at the corridor and put down the bamboo basket.
Others gathered around to take a look, but Ruan and Guo Qin were not seen.
Seeing Jiang Minghui and Qingya approaching, Mrs.
Wu laughed and complained at the same time: "This charcoal is so expensive.
It's a waste of money.
You can't make so much money in one day when you open a shop.
Buy this instead.
You can settle the accounts in a month and you won't make any money." , let’s see how you tell your family.”
Guo Shouye asked: "Why are you here so early?"
Jiang Minghui said: "It will close at noon today."
Guo Shouye lectured: "Isn't this nonsense?
How can you close a business casually?
It doesn't matter if you come here, you have to wait until later when there are fewer people on the street before closing the shop.
It's not like there is no boat back, there are several boats a day. .What are you in a hurry for?”
Jiang Minghui said awkwardly: "It's hard today.
I usually take the last boat."
Mrs.
Wu hurriedly advised: "You are already here, why are you talking about that?"
Because he turned around and told Guo Daquan: "Daquan, go catch a chicken and kill it."
Jiang Minghui hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't catch the chicken, I bought the meat."
As he spoke, he followed everyone into the house, took off his baggage and put it on the table.
After opening the bag, he first took out a single-handled flat-bottomed iron pot that was only slightly larger than the plate and handed it to Qingya, "This is the pot you asked for.
Is it good?"
Qingya took it and saw that it was exactly what she wanted, so she nodded.
Jiang Minghui smiled, took out another rough porcelain hand stove, and said to her softly: "I bought this for you to cover your hands with.
Look, there is a cover here, and the hot coals are placed inside.
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It can keep the coals from getting cold for a long time.
No ashes are allowed to be spilled.
I originally wanted to knit a bamboo cover on the outside, but I was afraid that it wouldn't fit properly after I knitted it.
I thought it would be better to make a cloth cover, which would be nice to put on, not hot to hold, clean, and can be removed and washed. , I didn’t do it.”
Qingya put down the pot, then took the small hand stove with a lid and looked at it.
When Jiang Minghui saw her eyes light up, he knew she liked her, and he liked her too.
Then he took out another small bag of sesame candy and handed it to Guo Qiao, "Share it with your brother."
Guo Qiao said happily: "Hey, Uncle Minghui."
Finally, Jiang Minghui took out a piece of pork wrapped in waste paper.
Mrs.
Wu has been watching from the sidelines, her eyes full of joy, but her mouth can't help complaining.
She was afraid that her son-in-law spent too much money and could not explain it to her family.
Guo Dagui said with a smile: "Oh mother, please stop talking.
This is Minghui's intention too.
We usually kill chickens when he comes.
He buys some meat for us to eat, which is what we should do."
Turning to Mrs.
Cai again, "Sister-in-law, use meat to cook the dried bamboo shoots tonight."
Jiang Minghui said hurriedly: "That's right.
I don't even dare to come.
The chickens will run away when they see me."
Everyone burst out laughing, even Guo Shouye couldn't hold back his laughter.
When Qing Ya saw Cai taking the meat and walking out, she hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.
She asked Guo Dayou to help make a wooden hammer two days ago.
She took it out now, washed the meat and dried the water, cut off the fat meat, leaving only the lean meat, cut it into several strips, and placed it on a stone slab.
Go up and ask the third brother Guo Dagui to beat it hard until it is smashed.
Everyone was surprised and asked why it took so much trouble.
Only Ms.
Cai thought that Qingya must be making some fresh food and let her do it.
She was so happy that she didn't have to cook and could still eat well.
After thinking about it, he said to Guo Dagui: "My little sister wants to smash it.
Third uncle, just go ahead and smash it.
My little sister must make delicious food, otherwise she can ask my third uncle to smash meat for fun in the cold weather."
Everyone thought that this was not the case, the new tricks Qing Ya made every time were delicious.
Mrs.
Wu hurriedly called to her youngest son, "Dagui, just listen to your sister and smash it quickly."
Ms.
Cai said earnestly to Qing Ya: "Little sister, sister-in-law will help you.
Just tell me what you want my sister-in-law to do."
He said hoarsely: "dig celery."
Cai's smile suddenly froze.
It turns out that this celery is no ordinary celery.
It was planted in autumn.
After winter, it was completely buried with soil, even the top of the celery was protected.
Celery is protected by soil and will not freeze to death.
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It slowly loses its green color in the soil and becomes white and tender.
Dig it out in the cold winter months and fry it to make it crispy and sweet.
The food is delicious, but hard to get.
The celery dug out contains a lot of mud and needs to be washed carefully with water.
In winter, the water is freezing cold, so you can imagine how painful this work is.
Mr.
Cai had spoken out and could no longer shirk his laziness.
Besides, she didn't dare to do it with her mother-in-law in front of her.
If you don't go, can you instruct my sister-in-law to do it herself?
That mother-in-law must scold her to death I wanted to blame it on Ruan, but Ruan had been weaving in the house and didn't come out to join in the fun.
Unlike her, she couldn't wait to run out when she heard the sound.
She couldn't sit still most, and would rather cook than sit in front of the loom for hours doing the same thing; cooking was much easier when she could run around.
She had no choice but to find a basket and a hoe and go to the vegetable garden.
Here, Qing Ya was not idle either.
He cut the fat meat and put it into the pot to make oil.
At the same time, she asked Mrs.
Wu to burn a wood stove and set it up at the door of the kitchen.
She mixed the flour and eggs, sprinkled some green onions, moved a small bench and sat in front of the stove, spreading pancakes with the pan she just bought. .
This is also a delicate job and needs to be done slowly.
Each round cake is only as big as the mouth of a tea cup.
Qingya spread out one after another and stacked them all on the bamboo plate.
Guo Qiao and Guo Jian squatted beside their sister-in-law and stared at her without blinking.
"Sister-in-law, I want to have a piece."
Seeing that Qingya didn't ask them to taste it like before, Guo Jian couldn't help but plead in a low voice, looking pitiful, and even swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"It's not healed yet."
He said quietly.
Guo Jian was puzzled.
It was clearly spread out, so why did he say it was not ready?
"I want some cabbage."
Qingya said again.
"I understand."
Guo Qiao suddenly said, "The vegetables haven't been fried yet."
Qingya glanced at her and nodded.
Guo Qiao was very proud and told Guo Jian according to his own understanding: when the vegetables are fried, wrap them in the pancakes prepared here like dumplings, cook them in the pot and eat them.
"Oh, eat dumplings."
Guo Jian also understood.
Qingyu was misunderstood and there was no explanation.
Anyway, you will know it when you eat it.
Outside, Guo Dagui swung a hammer to pound the meat, while the Guo brothers gathered around and watched in surprise.
Jiang Minghui looked at it for a while and felt it was boring, so he ran to Qingya's side.
"Little sister."
He called sweetly.
Qingya glanced at him and continued to spread the cake.
Jiang Minghui squatted down next to her with a smile.
He felt good watching her do anything.
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She didn't speak, and he didn't feel bored.
"Eat pancakes," he asked, looking at the pile of pancakes.
"You also need to fill it with stuffing and cook it like dumplings."
Guo Qiao answered for his sister-in-law.
He ran away and then brought a small stool and placed it behind Jiang Minghui's butt.
"Uncle Minghui, sit down."
Jiang Minghui hurriedly took a step back, sat down, and praised: "Qiao'er is so sensible."
Guo Qiao pursed her lips and smiled, squatting down and continuing to stare at her sister-in-law spreading the cakes.
Jiang Minghui looked around and suddenly asked: "Where is Qin Wazi?"
Everyone was busy making food, but Guo Qin was missing.
This was very strange.
In the past, he would have been jumping up and down, more active than anyone else.
Qingya didn't say anything.
Anyway, someone would answer her even if she didn't say anything.
However, Guo Qiao glanced at her secretly and pretended not to hear, looking like a ghost.
Jiang Minghui didn't notice and asked Guo Jian again: "Where is your brother?"
Guo Jian replied honestly: "Kneel down."
Jiang Minghui said doubtfully: "Kneel down."
Guo Jian said: "Well, kneel on the washboard."
Jiang Minghui laughed and said: "What good thing has this monkey done?"
Qingya still didn't speak, focusing on spreading the cake.
Guo Qiao couldn't hold it in any longer.
She thought that her brother had already said it anyway, not her first, so she said in a crisp voice: "He got angry when he scolded my sister-in-law and my grandparents.
My uncle made him kneel down and didn't give him anything to eat at noon."
Jiang Minghui asked in shock: "He scolded you" The last word was asked looking at Qingya.
Guo Jian continued: "Brother called my sister-in-law a mute."
Jiang Minghui was not only shocked, but also angry.
He asked, "Why did he scold my sister-in-law?"
"He's been trying to die and hasn't dealt with his itchy skin these days."
Wu came over and said bitterly with a sullen face.
This started with Qingya teaching his nephew and niece to read.
Qingya cannot teach students and is not a good teacher.
In her previous life, because she was born mute, her parents took great pains to educate her.
It was impossible to follow the school's systematic tutorials.
They could only start from the surrounding environment to guide her to understand people and things intuitively.
Therefore, Qingya’s education for Guo Qin and others also started in this way.
Teach them to recognize their own names first, then the names of their family members; then the names of the villages, towns, counties, prefectures, and states; then everything around them: chickens, ducks, geese, cows, various vegetables, Various crops, bowls and chopsticks used, clothes worn, tables and chairs to sit on, beds to sleep on, boats to row, etc., gradually expanded the scope, and were supplemented by simple poetry recitation.
Teach them to read first, then teach them to write.
With her taciturn temperament, it was impossible for her to teach and explain in detail over and over again.
She usually read it once, wrote it out to them, and then asked them to learn to copy it, while she went about her own business.
When you have time, come back and question them about what they have learned before.
Am I very diligent?
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