Chapter Thirty

"Mingdong, hurry up and bring a diaper, the meat bag is pissing!" Ming Dong, who was instructed by Osmanthus on the kang, spun around, and Zhen Zhen gave his little nephew the nickname "meat bag", which was unanimously approved by the whole family. , according to Mrs. Li's words: "What a good name for the meat bun, the white noodles are full of meat, you will be blessed when you hear it, and the meaning is good, Zhen Zhen can't go wrong with it."

Mingdong really didn't understand what the meat buns represented, but he had long been accustomed to the behavior of Mrs. Li's armpits. Fortunately, the meat buns weren't too bad, compared to the feces that the old Zhang family next door raised for their children. The ball is stronger.

Change the child's diaper and put it on the oilcloth. Mingdong takes the basin to the stove and scoops out a spoonful of hot water from the pot and pours it into the basin. Then add some cold water, and wash the diapers that he changed in the morning and hang it next door. Empty Westinghouse.

Ming Dong and his wife have been living in the east house in the backyard. Originally, the Westinghouse did not burn the kang or stove in winter, but now that there are children, it is easy to get cold air in and out, and the things that are washed and washed every day must have a place to dry. He also set the Westinghouse on fire.

Mingdong nailed two nails on the fire wall, hung a hemp rope, put the washed diaper on the rope and baked it against the fire wall, and it was completely dry in an hour. It is close to the mountain, so there is no need to worry about the lack of firewood when the two houses in the front and back of the house are burnt. Since the fall, Mrs. Li asked Mingxi to lead Mingnan and Mingbei to the house and dragged it back home. don’t know how much firewood, and piled two high. Firewood stack, enough for a whole winter.

After washing his hands, Mingdong opened the door and spoke to Osmanthus, and was about to go to the front room to bring her chicken soup. The stew was an old hen that had been raised for more than two years. It would stop laying eggs in autumn. Mrs. Li never stopped. It is called killing, just to keep the sweet-scented osmanthus for the confinement.

It was snowing heavily with goose feathers outside. Ming Dong put on a leather jacket and a cotton hat and trotted all the way to the front yard. As soon as he opened the door, he could smell the mouth-watering chicken soup from the kitchen. Mingxi, Mingnan, and Mingbei were in the kitchen. There was a row of squatting in front of the room, and one person was eating a baked potato.

Ming Dong stretched his neck and glanced into the kitchen, then lowered his head to look at Ming Bei who was standing in front of him, and couldn't help kicking his ass: "What are you doing squatting here, stand in the way, go back to the house Can't you eat it?"

Mingbei picked up his chopsticks, took some miso from the sauce bowl placed on the windowsill and smeared it on the potatoes, took a bite first, then took time to look back at his brother, and said vaguely: "The chicken soup is fragrant, Smell and eat."

"You can pull it down." Ming Dong listened and laughed: "You can eat a pot of potatoes without smelling your stomach. If it smells of meat, you might have to eat a cellar."

Ming Bei finished eating the one in his hand, and without even raising his head, he took out a potato from the pot next to him and continued to peel it. Ming Dong glanced at him speechlessly, and then he stretched out his hand to lift the door and curtain across Ming Bei and shouted in a loud voice. One sentence: "Mom, is the meal ready?"

Wang Sufen lifted the lid of the pot and poked it twice with chopsticks, and hurriedly replied: "Wait a minute, this old hen is old, and the stew is not too bad. I just added some firewood and simmered for a while. If you I didn't go to the east room to talk to your milk first, I'll call you when I'm ready." Ming Dong agreed, put down the curtain and turned away.

Wang Sufen took out the melted pork and cut a few slices, poured some oil on it, put chopped green onion, and fry it twice before putting the pork in, only to hear a "thorn" sound, and some white smoke came out. Ming Bei immediately squatted and took two steps forward, sticking his head under the door curtain: "Mom, did you put more pieces of meat?"

Without turning her head, Wang Sufen poured the chopped cabbage into the pot again: "One piece per person is enough to satisfy one's cravings."

Hearing this, Mingbei screamed and screamed: "You can't eat a whole piece of meat in one day. Why don't we cook a pot of braised pork and let us have a good time."

When Mingnan heard the braised pork, he also got spirited, and squatted in two steps forward: "Mom, let's stew all the meat I got this month, let's steam some rice and pour the old fragrance on the stewed meat. ." Ming Bei listened and swallowed his saliva, crouched beside him and nodded again and again, looking at Wang Sufen expectantly.

After adding some soy sauce to fry the color, Wang Sufen covered the pot and looked back at her two greedy sons: "It's more than a month before the Chinese New Year, if you eat all this meal, the next time you eat meat, you'll have to kill the New Year. It's time for a pig."

Mingbei was instantly happy: "It's good to eat one meal, but it's not enough to eat one piece every day, and it's gone. It's a waste of meat."

Wang Sufen lifted the lid of the pot and flipped it twice. Seeing that half a pot of steamed potatoes was missing, she hurriedly brought it over and placed it on the cabinet: "I asked you to milk the stewed braised pork and steamed rice. I said it doesn't matter." Mingbei listened. , hurriedly stuffed the last of the potatoes into his mouth, and went to the East Room.

Since the opening of spring this year, the supply on the streets has been recovering. By the fall, we can basically buy grain, vegetables and pork on a monthly basis. Beicha people have been tight for three years. Why are you hungry? Now that the supplies have been restored, Beicha people are relieved.

For two consecutive years, Lao Li's family has harvested more crops than others. Every time it is a bumper harvest, the family has saved a lot of various grains. This year, they have not bought much food supplies, but they have enough non-staple food. The meat that comes back is not oily, and it is cooked to eat to satisfy the cravings.

Eating a piece of fried pork every day was a good life in the past, but Mingbei was full of braised pork, and the gluttonous laks flowed out. He ran to the east room in a hurry, and before he even got in, he started shouting: "Mother, shall we let my mother stew meat?"

Zhen Zhen was sitting on the kang eating pine nuts, her eyes lit up when she said the stewed meat: "What kind of meat are you stewing?"

As soon as Ming Bei raised his butt and sat on the kang, he stretched out his two hands to hug Mrs. Li's arm. Mrs. Li glanced at his hand, ducked back, and touched the fly on the kang. Knocking on Mingbei's hand: "Look at your hand, why don't you touch my clothes."

Ming Bei looked at his hand, it was both potatoes and soybean paste, she smirked and hid behind her, Zhen Zhen didn't think Ming Bei was dirty, she came over and handed over her small bowl to ask Ming Bei to eat pine nuts: "Four Brother, what kind of meat are you talking about?"

Ming Bei chuckled: "It's just that Mom eats those slices of meat every meal, and it's gone in one bite. Mom, just let my mom stew all the meat she bought this month, and then steam it in a pot. Rice is also enjoyable for us."

Zhen Zhen swallowed her saliva and asked earnestly, "Is it stewed with braised pork?"

"Braised pork is also fine, ask Mom to put more potatoes in it, and the potatoes will taste meaty after the stew is done." Ming Bei looked at Zhen Zhen and coaxed her to ask, "Do you want to eat it, old girl?"

Zhen Zhen nodded again and again: "I want to eat!"

If Mingbei was greedy with Mrs. Li and ordered to ignore him, but seeing Zhen Zhen laughing at her like a little greedy cat, Mrs. Li immediately softened her heart: "Alright, alright, let's stew the meat that night, Anyway, I can't eat and pull it down."

Ming Bei immediately cheered and went out to preach the decree, Ming Dong squeezed Zhen Zhen's soft and tender chubby cheeks and said with a smile: "Our family Zhen Zhen is just a greedy cat, look at what she eats. This little fat face, be careful to become a fat girl in the future."

Mrs. Li immediately clapped Ming Dong's hand, and rubbed her face on Zhen Zhen's white and tender face: "We Zhen Zhen are still young, it's just that fat and chubby that look good, and you will be blessed when you look at it. Don't just say that we Zhen Zhen are fat, look at your meat bun, she's only over half a month old, and there's a lot of flesh on her face."

Thinking of his son's big fat face, Ming Dong felt a little depressed: "It's not the name Zhen Zhen gave, Meat Bun Meat Bun, the longer it grows, the more like Meat Bun."

Zhen Zhen covered her mouth and hid behind Mrs. Li's back, she was happy, Ming Dong glanced at Li Mingzhong who was lying on the ground dozing off, and felt even more depressed: "Tell me, even a dog is still a dog with a name and a surname. Well, when it comes to my son, it's a meat bun."

Zhen Zhen blinked her eyes with an innocent look on her face: "Meat Bun is a nickname, Li Mingzhong is a big name, it's different."

Li Mingdong glanced at Li Mingzhong, who was sleeping, and was a little puzzled: "Does it have a nickname? I haven't heard you call it before."

Zhen Zhen nodded: "My fourth brother gave it, it's called Hongzhong."

Li Mingzhong seemed to hear someone call it, so he stood up suddenly, turned his head around and found that he was at home, then yawned, and staggered down again.

Li Mingdong: "..."

Zhen Zhen picked up a frozen pear from the pot on the kang and took a bite, the sour, sweet and cool taste irritated her and squinted her eyes: "I think the meat bun is much better than Hongzhong, I was young at that time, Otherwise, it is specified that Li Mingzhong cannot be called by that nickname."

Li Mingdong watched Zhen Zhen pouting and sucking the juice from the frozen pear, and couldn't help teasing her: "I want you to wake up, isn't it called a frozen pear?"

Zhen Zhen laughed directly at Li Mingdong while eating the frozen pear: "This name is good, I will call this when the eldest brother gives birth to his second nephew."

Ming Dong looked at Zhen Zhen with a look of despair: "This frozen pear is not as good as meat buns."

Mrs. Li laughed and knocked Mingdong's head with a fly slinger: "Your sister's name is lucky, I don't think it's a bad thing to hear, alright, alright, do you hurry up and take a look at the chicken soup? If so, okay? Hurry up and bring it to your daughter-in-law, just heat the big pot in the back room when you want to drink it."

Ming Dong agreed, walked to the door and turned around to ask Zhen Zhen, "Would Zhen Zhen like chicken soup? I'll leave you with a big chicken leg?"

Zhen Zhen nodded again and again: "Let Mom put some chopped green onion for me."

Mingdong was immediately amused: "The people are not big, but there are still a lot of things to do."

After nibbling on the frozen pear in her hand, Zhen Zhen got off the kang and ran to wash her hands. Just after opening the door of the East Room, Li Muwu hurried in with a suit of snowflakes, followed by a person. Li Muwu's voice changed tone: "Mother, who do you think is here?"

"Who is this?" Mrs. Li squinted and tapped, but the man was wearing a big leather hat and a thick military coat, only showing half of his face, so he couldn't tell.

"Mother, it's me!" The man burst into tears as soon as he opened his mouth, and Mrs. Li was shocked: "Mu Wen, is that you?"

Li Muwen took off his hat, revealing a head of half-white hair. He looked somewhat similar to Li Muwu, but looked older.

"Muwen, it's my Muwen." Mrs. Li got off the kang, walked over tremblingly, hugged Li Muwen's waist, and burst into tears in his arms: "My son, mother. I thought I would never see you again in this life. At the time you were only 20 years old, you followed the army to fight the Japanese devils. After more than 20 years, the Japanese devils were finally beaten away, and the Kuomintang was also beaten away, and you followed again. When the troops arrived in Fujian, I dreamed of you a few days ago, and I woke up wondering if I could see you before I died."

Li Muwen, a stern man, was reddened by Madam Li's crying eyes. He gently patted Madam Li on the back: "Mother, you are healthy and can live a hundred years."

"That's not an old goblin anymore." Mrs. Li was so happy, she wiped the tears from her face and looked down at Zhen Zhen standing next to her crying, snot and tears, she was horrified: "Why are you a child? I'm crying, this is your uncle."

Zhen Zhen took out a small handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her tears: "It's so touching, I couldn't hold back."