Farmhouse Stone Mountain

The next day, Shishan got up early in the morning. Unexpectedly, Tie Zhu was earlier than him, and came back from the field early. He still remembered the lumps of soil he brought up yesterday. He dug half a basket and sent it back, and hurriedly went to the field to work. After she was alive, Yuzhen made breakfast, and Shi Shan asked her to take out the braised pork that she hadn't finished eating yesterday, warm it up and send it to Tie Zhu.

Yuzhen said "No, no"

Shi Shan insisted on putting half a bowl of braised pork into Tie Zhu's bowl, "How can you not eat meat at work, there is still half of it hanging on the beam, so don't save it"

After breakfast, Yuzhen went to deliver food to Tie Zhu, Aunt Mao went to the neighboring village to help people make shoe soles and do show work, and Gouzi played in the yard with a small pumpkin.

Shi Shan moved a table to the yard, took out the oil paper bought yesterday, went to the kitchen to find a knife to cut the oil paper, folded it for a long time, tried several times to cut it, and finally cut the oil paper into similar squares. Fold the square oil paper into a suitable size oil paper box, which is about the same size as the bowl, but slightly smaller.

"Little pumpkin, Gouzi, come here," Shi Shan shouted.

Little Pumpkin pricked up her ears like a puppy when she heard her daddy calling, and she stopped playing with crickets. She ran to the stone mountain and asked with a small face, "Daddy?"

Gou Zi also followed over.

Shi Shan brought the folded oil-paper box in front of the two of them, and the two children looked at it curiously.

Shi Shan folded a paper frog with the oiled paper that was cut, and the two children were even more taken aback when they saw it.

"Wow! It's a frog, Uncle Shishan is amazing!" Gouzi called while holding the paper frog.Little Pumpkin has a very powerful expression on his father's face.

Shi Shan taught two children to origami boxes, and rewarded a paper frog for the one who folded well, and gave each of them a piece of oil paper cut out for them to practice on their own.

Shishan went to the water tank to deal with the soil lumps brought back by the iron pillar. The soil lumps were relatively large. They were peeled and peeled into a large basin, and soaked in slightly cool well water.

Yuzhen also came back with food delivery, and asked Shi Shan if he wanted to help. Shi Shan was cutting a lump of soil, and a small lump of hair on the back of his head was bouncing with his movements. Shi Shan cut a potato into strips as usual, It is about as thick as a pinky finger. Let Yuzhen cut it according to the size and thickness. After cutting, wash it with water two or three times, and find a dustpan to drain the water.

Here, Shishan is going to adjust the seasoning. First, he takes out the soy sauce he bought, adds a lot of ginger and garlic, and fry the pan with oil.

There are not many kinds of seasoning here, and the chili powder is not fine enough. The thinnest one Shishan buys is also very rough, but it can only be used as it is. The pepper powder is similar to modern ones.

Yuzhen brought in a small pot of drained soil lumps.

Shi Shan cleaned the pot where the bean paste was fried, poured a sufficient amount of rice oil into the big pot, and waited until the oil was almost boiled to give off a fragrance, then threw two or three seasoned grass fruits into the pot, and cut the dried rice oil into the pot. Pour the soil pimples into the boiling oil pan, almost enough to be submerged in rice oil.

The frying pan made a sizzling frying sound, and the fragrance of the oil wafted through the air. Shi Shan sniffed, and used a colander to remove the lumps of soil from time to time to check the frying situation. They were all fried golden. Considering the degree of acceptance, Shi Shan I deliberately squeezed it out a little, and finally took it out with a colander and put it in the basin prepared earlier in the morning. Put in various seasonings such as bean paste, chili, pepper, and salt, and finally put the lid on the basin and shake it up and down to mix well.

Open the lid of the pot, and the fried yellow soil lump strips are served with various spices, which will make the mouth water and tantalize the taste buds.

In the yard, the little pumpkins and Gouzi, who were folded in oil paper boxes, were lying at the foot of the door, with a greedy expression on their faces.

Shi Shan took a pair of chopsticks and asked Yuzhen next to him to taste it first. Yuzhen swallowed, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, her eyes lit up instantly.

“Delicious, delicious! Fragrant and spicy”

How to say this taste? Yuzhen couldn't describe it, but it was delicious, and she wanted to eat another piece after eating it.

Shi Shan himself tasted a piece, smash it, taste it, the taste is average, the sauce of this bean paste is not tasty enough!But according to the existing seasoning here, it can only be like this.

On the contrary, Little Pumpkin and Gouzi held the small half bowl of soil lumps scooped up by Shi Shan for them and did not let go. After eating, they stared at the attractively colored soil lumps in the basin and drooled.

Shi Shan was afraid that the two of them would eat too much for dinner, so he only gave them half a bowl, and the two of them shared the meal. When he came back at night, he let Tie Zhu and Aunt Mao taste it. Can Pimple really make money?

Shi Shan said, "If you can make money, you will know when you go to the town tomorrow, but now you are short of bamboo sticks."

"What is a bamboo stick?" Yuzhen had never heard of it.

Shi Shandao: "It is to use bamboo to cut into thin sticks and use them to eat lumps in the soil. Otherwise, it is impossible for people to eat with their hands, and it is impossible to sell a pair of chopsticks. If there is bamboo, chopping one is enough."

Aunt Mao said, "There are bamboos in the village, and they don't cost money."

Ask Tie Zhu to chop one back, trim off the branches and leaves, and cut some bamboo sticks according to Shi Shan's description. They are as long as fingers, and cut to a moderate thickness. Grind them with a clean rough cloth to avoid sticking hands, and finally soak them in water. Scrub it clean, put it in a dustpan to dry, and use it tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Shi Shan got up to prepare things, and Yuzhen also got up, planning to go with Shi Shan to help each other. Old man Liu, who was driving the car, knocked on the door not long after.

Old man Liu lives in a village next to Lishui Village. Aunt Mao went to greet him last night and let him come earlier.

Since we went early, there were no hitchhikers on the road, and the ox carts were moving fast. When we got to the town, there were not many people setting up stalls. Shi Shan remembered that there were many stalls at the gate of the town yesterday, so he didn’t dare to act rashly. To set up the place, I found a corner to support the stove, and moved all the things on the bullock cart to set up.

After a while, people who set up stalls came one after another. There were many vegetable sellers and food bearers.

The woman selling vegetables next to her took a look when she saw that there was a new stall in the corner today, and she called out, "Isn't that Shishan?"

"Shi Shan? That Shi Shan who hooks up with wild men all day long? You read that right, it doesn't look like it"

"How can you be wrong! We are from the same village, and he only reconciled with Zhou Daxiao a few days ago! He has the nerve to come out, steal things from the house before he gets married, and disobey his husband after he gets married. He is really shameless."

The stalls are all close together, and after a while a small group of people get together and talk non-stop.

Yuzhen scooped up the cut lumps of soil and put them on the dustpan to drain. Seeing that the customers who had finally come over were pulled aside by a village woman from another stall and talked about it, the customers took a strange look at their stalls and went to other stalls.

"How could these people do this!" Yuzhen stomped her feet angrily.

Yuzhen is tall, and with such a movement, people in the nearby stalls all looked sideways.

Shi Shan was arranging the seasoning jars, and he also saw "It's okay! Sister Yuzhen, we are just a snack, not suitable for breakfast." Damn, he still doesn't believe that they can take everyone away.

This is a fact. Those who come to set up stalls are here to do business and make money, and they are not here to stare at Shishan. Moreover, the morning market is only open now, and there are still few people. When there are more people, who can take care of others, but ah , Shi Shan put a lump of soil in the oil pan, dangling the big colander and thinking: what he did before did cause him a lot of trouble, what should he do? ...

Habitually touching his chin, he began to make up his mind.