Chapter 19 Is this the New Year? Zhou Yimin walked around and met a few little guys on the road. They gave him some wild fruits they had picked from somewhere and said they were delicious. When he looked at it, he realized it was just a lantern fruit. This thing looks sour at first glance. In fact, it is quite sour and slightly sweet. If I remember correctly, it is also called Physalis. How can it not be sour? "How dare you eat this? Aren't you afraid of being beaten by your family?" Zhou Yimin said with a smile. If you eat too much sour food, you will get hungry easily. If you are not full, you will be punished if you eat this food. I guess it is just a little sweet, so the children are reluctant to throw it away. "Uncle, I also caught this." One of the little guys took out a mouse directly from his arms. Zhou Yimin's scalp exploded. The other children looked envious. In their eyes, it's all meat! "Okay, I see, you are awesome, go home quickly!" Zhou Yimin said to them. I didn't tell them that rats are unhygienic and they shouldn't eat them. Nowadays, people even gnaw on tree bark to fill their stomachs. Why are you being so pretentious? "Brother, rat meat is delicious. I know where there is another one. I will take you to catch it." Lai Fu volunteered, showing great enthusiasm.
It was a rat hole he and his brother discovered. It was very hidden and no one else knew about it. "I know that, I know that too! Big brother, I'll take you to catch it." Lai Cai hurried to show off, fearing that his credit would slip away. "Why are you catching mice? Is there no food at home? Come home with me." Zhou Yimin glared at Lai Fu. When Zhou Yimin got home, he saw the guy who had spoken outspokenly before being beaten. His father was ruthless and even broke one of the sticks. Zhou Yimin's grandfather was watching from the side, with no intention of stopping. "You can't speak. If you don't speak, people will say you are dumb?" His father beat and scolded him. The old man let them go when he saw his grandson coming back. He said with a sour face, "Go back! Be careful with your words next time." The father and son finally breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone has the last name Zhou, but Zhou Yimin's grandfather is really a bit older, and those older than him have to call him uncle. In addition, Zhou Yimin has helped the village a lot these two or three times, and the people are in favor of him, so how dare his family offend him? "Uncle Sixteen, this kid is stupid, don't take it to heart." The middle-aged man begged Zhou Yimin for forgiveness. Zhou Yimin deeply realized how senior he was in the village. People in their forties actually called him Uncle Sixteen. But Zhou Yimin had no impression of this family and didn't know them. He waved his hand: "You can't write two Zhou characters with one stroke. Since it was unintentional, just explain it clearly and don't hit him." Give the other person a way out. "Yes, yes, I have made it clear." The middle-aged man said quickly. As he said this, he slapped his son on the back of his head again: "What's the point of keeping your mouth open? Can't you yell, uncle?" The young man was very depressed. He was beaten for speaking and also for not speaking. It was very difficult to deal with! Calling him uncle is really a bit hot to the mouth. "Uncle!" Zhou Yimin exclaimed, "Wow, this guy is almost his own age, but he calls him great uncle. In a few years, when this guy has a child, won't he call him great uncle?"
He took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes and gave the father and son two cigarettes. "It's all right if we clear up the misunderstanding. We are all relatives. Come visit us more often when you have time." "sure!" After the two left, the old man smiled and said, "Yimin, you must be hungry, right? I'll ask your grandma to cook for you." There is a kind of hunger that your grandparents think you are hungry. Zhou Yimin: "Grandpa, my grandma is old too, let me cook! You just wait and eat, and taste your grandson's cooking skills." "Good, good! Grandpa is in for a treat." The old man smiled even more happily. They were very happy that their son was not sensible, but their grandson was sensible and filial. They were very grateful to their daughter-in-law, Zhou Yimin's mother, for giving them such a good grandson. Unfortunately, their daughter-in-law did not enjoy the happiness and passed away early. "Oh! By the way, this is the 10 yuan that Da Zheng gave me. Yimin, take it." Originally, Zhou Dazheng gave him some scattered small bills and asked him to exchange them for a 10-yuan bill so that his good grandson could use it more conveniently. Zhou Yimin didn't take it: "Grandpa, take it! My dad left me a lot, more than a thousand! I can't spend it all." Hearing that his son had left a thousand yuan for his grandson before running off with the widow, the old man snorted coldly: "That bastard still has some humanity." The old man scolds his son every day. However, the money was still given to Zhou Yimin. Not to mention the 10 yuan, even their property will be given to their grandson in the future. In fact, they don't have to spend much money in the village. Zhou Yimin came to the kitchen and took a look at the ingredients. It was still a little short! He had to make do with it! Lai Fu slipped in and helped with the fire. "I'll help my brother too." Lai Cai was unwilling to fall behind. Laifang, the girl, became anxious and trotted over holding a piece of firewood. Zhou Yimin washed the rice and cooked rice first, including his third uncle's family of five. The pork I brought back last time has been dried into bacon by my grandparents. Actually, it can’t be called bacon, as it was only dried for two or three days. He cut off about two kilograms. If his grandparents saw this, they would probably feel bad and think it was too wasteful. Zhou Yimin then went to the vegetable garden to take a look. The vegetables in the garden were very monotonous, with few varieties and poor growth. He pulled out a few garlic sprouts, which were perfect for frying bacon. I picked some more leaves from the green vegetables, but I couldn't twist the whole thing because there weren't many to begin with. The menu was finalized: stir-fried bacon with garlic sprouts, steamed egg custard, and stir-fried vegetables. By the time grandpa and grandma smelled the fragrance and came over, it was too late. Is this Chinese New Year? The food is so good. There was rice, eggs, meat, and too much oil in the stir-fried vegetables, which made the old lady's mouth twitch. Aunt San also kept shaking her head after seeing this, thinking that her nephew didn't know how to live well!
"Brother, it smells so good!" Lai Fu was very much looking forward to it. Laicai took a deep breath and sucked back the snot: "Brother, your cooking is more delicious than my mother's." Laifang, that girl, was drooling and kept glancing at the meat on the plate. Third Aunt was both amused and confused. These were eggs and meat, how could they not be delicious? With so much oil, even the fried shoe soles are fragrant. "When will Uncle San get off work? Ask him to come back for dinner." Zhou Yimin said. Although there is food in the village canteen now, it is only sweet potatoes and potatoes, and it would be strange if they are delicious. "Okay, I'll go call him back." Aunt San immediately trotted out. If he didn't call the head of the family back to eat this meal, he would probably complain for a long time. "Yimin! Let grandma cook for you from now on!" said the old lady tactfully. The oil in the house is not enough to last for long! But I can't tell him directly, for fear that he will run away and rarely come back. That would be bad! Zhou Yimin knew what his grandmother was worried about, and said with a smile: "Grandma! After dinner, I will go back to the steel plant to help the village with some work and bring back a bucket of peanut oil. From now on, you and my grandfather can eat without worry. As long as it is edible, I can get it back." This lard can still be eaten for a while. After all, grandpa just made it a few days ago and we haven’t eaten much of it yet! (End of this chapter)