The sisters and brothers of the potential family would never have imagined that a TV tower battle for territories would make a radical change in their leisurely childhood life.
After school on Monday morning, before Qianmai stepped into the Qianjia compound, from a distance, I heard the cry of the super-large lung capacity full of Qianxiaohai's characteristics from the grocery store. I hurriedly turned in and took a look, ah, what a big battle.
Qianjia's grandfather was coldly looking at the "class enemy" Qian Xiaohai with an old face and angrily, holding a wooden ruler in one hand, and holding Qian Xiaohai's desperately trying to retract the palm of his hand in one hand, slapped and sternly taught; "Let you Not paying attention, let you look around... In a few months you will be five years old, and you won’t even learn your own home address one morning. If someone sells it, can you still find it back?"
Qian Xiaohai continued his howling ghosts and wolves, his slick eyes looked at Suori's grandfather who loved him all the way in horror. I don’t dare... woo... I won’t let the bad guys sell it... I’ll sell the bad guys first."
If it wasn't for the wrong time, Qian Mai really wanted to smirk, this kid had been beaten up with red palms and was still playing tricks like this. The grandma of the Qianjia next to her wiped her hands on the blue cloth apron, and gently said to the grandpa of the Qianjia, "Just what you mean," she turned around and went to the kitchen, with rice still being simmered in the pot.
Not waiting for Qianmai to figure out how to "save" Qian Xiaohai, Qianjia's grandpa Sen's cold eyes have already shot over: "What are you still doing? Don't help your grandma cook."
Quack, the old man is in a bad mood today, so let's not mess with it. Diving Xiaohai, please ask for more blessings.
After entering the kitchen, the rice has been simmered, and the oil winter vegetables have been washed, only to be cut and fry in the pan. Latent Wheat didn't say much, and went straight to the stove to burn. Today, Qian Liqin went to her neighbor’s house to help become a fan. For lunch, she asked Qian’s grandparents to prepare more for her siblings.
Unexpectedly, the Qianjia grandpa who had been far away from the kitchen suddenly came in and said to the Qianjia grandma who was cutting vegetables on the stove: "You put it down and let her come. For such a big girl, it's time to learn to wash and cook." After that, I pointed to Qianmai again: "It's the winter vacation, and you will cook all the lunch in the outhouse. Let's stir-fry that dish today."
Qian's grandmother Yiyan went out to comfort the sobbing baby grandson, leaving the grandson and grandson to play in the kitchen.
The old god of Qianmai is here, although he is neither a glutton, nor a gourmet, but at any rate, he is born in the countryside, and it is not a problem to buy a table or two of wine and food during the holidays. What's more, there is still a layman by his side who is giving advice.
Grandpa Qianjia: "The dishes should be cut evenly and the size is about the same, so that they look good."
Oh. All 4 centimeters are standard enough.
Grandpa Qianjia: "Pour oil and salt."
sweat! Yes! The oil is not hot yet.
Grandpa Qianjia: "Put the vegetables, stir fry with a spoon, don't burn."
Resolutely execute. Don't blame me when the vegetable leaves are fried in no particular order.
Grandpa Qianjia: "Put MSG... Wait a minute," he hesitated, and shouted to the front: "I said, do I need to put wine in cooking?"
Suddenly, Qianmai's facial nerves ran wildly, and finally held back his breath desperately before releasing the smile in his throat little by little.
After school on Tuesday afternoon, Qian Xiaohai thought about it on the wall of the corridor. The reason: when referring to the map, he regarded Guangzhou as Zhejiang.
Qianjia's grandfather has been worrying about it recently, and he is as depressed as a volcano that is about to erupt under the turbulent tide. Before she could tiptoe across the corridor, the voice of Qianjia's grandfather greeted her.
The old man squinted his eyes slightly and handed her a letter, saying: "This is a letter from the Second Col He's family in the west of the village. It was sent by the postman in the afternoon. You can send it to them now."
Qianmai is very strange: "Can't we wait for the people from the west of the village to pick it up tomorrow?"
Grandpa Qianjia explained: "There may be something urgent. You can take it to their home. It's still early, go and get home."
Can I refuse? On the way to the west of the village, Qianmai cried. The second col, worthy of its name, is located in the second mountain col from the west of the village to the Lushan Natural Village. From a distance, there are only two or three adobe houses in the jungle. Qianmai is not too difficult to walk on mountain roads, but must pass through the graves of Nanjiang Village on the way.
Seeing the sunset in the sky on the west gradually fade away, and the dusk slowly descends in the trees and the mountain breeze, Latent Wheat really wants to cry without tears, the villagers of Nanjiang, don’t you usually go out early and come back industriously to make your home in the mountains? At this moment, there is no half of a person on the mountain. If he was really seven years old, then maybe he walked over with a blank heart. But now once the cowardice has arisen, it is no longer possible to boldly move forward.
But the task is still to be completed. Therefore, hurried over the first col, Qianmai looked around, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and rushed violently. A gust of winter wind blew over his head, and the short hair that had just been cut was messed up in the wind, and the latent wheat could not care about that much. Let the literati and gentleman admire the poignant landscape of "Leaving the Green Tomb Alone to the Dusk". He is terrible to death. Moreover, the woman's keen sixth sense tells herself that someone is staring at her. Damn it, I didn't have the guts to turn around to confirm it, and kept silently telling myself that it was psychological troubles, desperately increasing the horsepower and rushing forward.
Finally, finally, breathless, arrived at the front entrance of the second col He's house. Aunt He was very polite. She greeted her with a smile while holding her rice bowl, but she said loudly over Qianmai: "Teacher Qian, why are you free today?"
No, isn't it the Grandpa Qianjia who strode down the road? Qianmai fainted, grandpa, will you play with me
It didn't take long for this question to be verified at noon on Wednesday.
This day is said to be an auspicious day for farmers to make rice wine. Qian's grandfather likes to take a sip before meals, so Yang Yongqian Liqin will set aside a small field every year to grow glutinous rice in order to prepare the Qian's old couple to make rice wine in winter. When Qianmai returned home from school, the courtyard was filled with the rich fragrance of steamed glutinous rice.
Qian Liqin took the glutinous rice and spread it out in the shade to dissipate heat. Seeing her daughter come in, she immediately pinched a glutinous rice ball to relieve her hunger. The hot glutinous rice balls are wrapped in brown sugar and tasted carefully. The taste is very sweet and soft. Before Qianmai's glutinous rice ball was eaten off his stomach, Qianjia's grandfather greeted him: "Come here and help. Wait for the rice sieve."
Qianmai Yiyan made it, Qianjia's grandfather began to put the rice in the rice sieve, while he said to himself: "This is to make rice wine, first wash the glutinous rice, soak it in cold water for 5-6 hours, and put it on the cage. Put a clean cloth, pour the rice in and steam it, and then..." BaLaBaLa, just when Qianmai doubted whether his grandfather was going to train himself to be a rice wine expert, the old man waved his hand: "Take it to your mother." ."
It's so heavy, it's twenty jins. Latent Wheat accepts his fate and hunched forward with difficulty. Qian Xiaohai rushed over happily when he saw it outside, Qian Mai could no longer be affectionate. This kid came to help himself. However, there is no the most hateful, only more hateful. Qian Xiaohai actually held the small wooden arrow in his hand, slapped Qianmai’s buttocks imposingly, shouting in his mouth: "Drive, I am the People's Liberation Army. The horse is driving, move over."
Qian Mai's face was blue and white. Before she could think of a word, Qian Liqin chuckled. The proud face seemed like her son had hit the top of Tsinghua University's ranking, and she quickly came to a conclusion: "Your grandfather's trick is called'Mo Ma Li Bing'."
Qian Mai was sadly reminded. She really couldn't accept that her rural mother could say such a profound word. Damn, why did you choose this one? Even if you choose a "Shrimp and Crab General", it is better than this.