After entering the house, Gu Siwei took out some pancakes.

Seeing Gu Siwei's movements, Sicui asked: "Brother, how many days will you go into the mountain?"

"How many days?" Gu Siwei couldn't say for sure. He was quite casual when entering the mountains.

"Can I go with you?" Sicui looked forward to it.

Gu Siwei said: "Why are you following me into the mountains? Stay at home."

Sicui said: "I want to go into the mountains with you. I can help. I can cook and wash clothes. I can do many jobs."

Sicui tried her best to express herself, but unfortunately no matter how she behaved, Gu Siwei would not take her there, because in Gu Siwei's heart at this moment, Yinsong Cliff only belonged to him and was his own paradise.

"Stay at home honestly, don't think about having nothing, don't run around like a girl," Gu Siwei said with a serious face.

As soon as she saw Gu Siwei's serious face, Sicui stopped talking.

"If you think there's nothing wrong, you can grow some vegetables at home," Gu Siwei said.

Although there is no land, some vegetables can still be grown in the yard and on the side of the yard. The area where vegetables can be grown is not large, but there is an area of ​​one or two hundred square meters. The things grown in this area can be eaten by two people, and it is not very big.

question.

Sicui was happy again after hearing this: "Really?"

"Really, when the weather gets better, you can plant vegetables." Gu Siwei said casually, thinking that the little girl had nothing to do at home, so it would be good to let her plant vegetables to pass the time.

"Can I make a fence?" Sicui said.

How could Gu Siwei take it seriously? He nodded and said, "The rest is up to you."

After a while, he felt that the weather was almost dark, and Gu Siwei was ready to go out.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Sicui asked.

Gu Siwei said: "It's time to eat, let's go to the village canteen."

"Brother, Mr. Wu informed us yesterday that from now on the canteen in the village will not be open. Everyone will do their own thing. If there are outsiders, we will gather together.

Originally, everything in the village was distributed to each family based on head count. Our family received half a bag of dried potatoes and a small bag of cornmeal.

We have a pot at home, and I will cook whatever you want to eat."

Sicui told Gu Siwei about the new changes in the village.

And he showed the distributed things to Gu Siwei. Gu Siwei took a look and realized that in his eyes, these things could only be used to feed pigs. What the hell were they? If nothing else, this cornmeal looked a bit like cornmeal.

It's moldy.

Gu Siwei looked at the food, and then thought about the days when he ate big pot rice in the village canteen, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He originally thought that eating big pot rice was troublesome, but now that he can't eat it suddenly, he actually acted like a bitch, and he felt a little nostalgic.

Woke up.

With a wry smile, Gu Siwei walked back.

"Do you have any firewood?"

Only then did Gu Siwei remember that there was no firewood at home.

Sicui said: "Yes, I picked up a lot of firewood today."

He said and pointed his finger.

Following Sicui's gaze, Gu Siwei was stunned, because in the yard, next to the west wall, there was a pile of firewood. They were all branches. The thickest ones were no more than the thickness of a child's arm, but the amount was really quite a lot, almost the same.

There must be two polycubes.

You must know that Sicui is just a ten-year-old child. To collect so much firewood in a few days can only prove one thing, that is, this child has to work at least seven or eight hours a day to find so much firewood.

of firewood.

"fine"

Gu Siwei said something.

This little bit of praise made Sicui grin happily.

"Let's light a fire in the main room and make some pimple soup to eat tonight," Gu Siwei said.

Many people in the South may not have tasted pimple soup. To put it simply, you pour water into the flour before mixing the noodles, and mix them into pimples the size of your fingernails. Wait for the water in the pot to boil, and then stir in the noodles.

For vegetables, pour the mixed dumplings into the water, wait until the dumplings are cooked, and the dumpling soup is ready to serve.

The main thing is simplicity.

Nowadays, this pot is not simple. Usually anything made with white flour is delicious. It can be said that the entire Shimo Village, several production teams together, including the village chief's family, cannot eat like this now.

White flour, how precious it is now!

Otherwise, when Wu Meiling got some white flour, she thought of adding it to the potato powder and eating it instead of eating the white flour directly. She had no choice but to eat white noodles a few times a year. If she wanted to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, she had to prepare white flour, let alone

It's normal.

Naturally, Sicui has no objection to eating pimple soup. No matter what her brother cooks now, she thinks it is normal. As for what other people eat and what she ate before, she ignores them all. Her respect for her brother is already full in her heart.

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The pot that I brought with me when I first entered the town is still there. I used a few pieces of earth to build a simple triangular platform in the small room on the west side of the main room, and put the pot on the platform.

Put the fire on the bottom, add water to the pot and bring it to a boil.

When he thought of eating it dry, Gu Siwei felt that he had to have all the green stuff. Without a little bit of green stuff in the pimple soup, this bowl of soup would not be perfect. No matter what kind of green stuff, there must be some green stuff, even if it is Chinese cabbage, there must be some.

So Gu Siwei left the yard and was going to walk around, thinking about someone's house to go to to get some green goods.

After walking around in a circle, I finally came to the village's public vegetable field, where I found a few small green garlic plants, which were as small and long as baby seedlings.

Near these two small green garlic plants, there are also a few small green vegetables that have just sprouted.

I searched around the area again and found that except for these two things, there was nothing left. The rest of the place was obviously full of pits. It was obvious that those things that had grown up had been allocated by someone. As for who had allocated it, it must be someone from the village, not an outsider.

Came here to call.

It's different after the property is divided. Some people don't even let go of the government's young goods, which is really okay.

But then I thought about it, didn’t I come here to harvest the wool from the father-in-law’s family?

Thinking of this, Gu Siwei himself was happy.

Seeing these few trees slipping through the net, Gu Siwei had no interest in planting them in the space.

He sighed and prepared to leave.

"Brother Si-D, where did you come from?"

After passing a few doors, we arrived at the door of Guo Shenggen's house. Guo Shenggen's mother-in-law happened to come out, saw Gu Siwei and said hello with a smile.

"I just came from the village. I originally wanted to get some green goods to go home, but I didn't expect it," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

Hearing what Gu Siwei said, the woman subconsciously tilted towards the west door.

If she hadn't been crooked, Gu Siwei wouldn't have had an idea, but when she twisted like this, Gu Siwei naturally had to take a look subconsciously, and found that there was a long bench in her yard, and on the bench were drying freshly scalded noodles.

Vegetables, obviously, at least some of the vegetables in the village might have reached their homes.

Gu Siwei didn't say anything. He said, "I'll go first," and left the door of Guo Shenggen's house.

Everyone is cooking at this point, and everyone has their own things.

When I arrived at the door of Yang Chuanwu's house, I saw Yang Chuanwu already holding a bowl and sitting in the yard of his home, with one foot on the bench and the other on the ground. Good guy, this eating posture is so good.

Like a doorkeeper.

"Brother Si-D, have you eaten?"

Yang Chuanwu discovered Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei replied: "Not yet."

"Would you like to eat at home?" Yang Chuanwu was just being polite.

"No, the family is ready." Gu Siwei waved his hand and said goodbye to the hypocritically polite Yang Chuanwu.

When he returned home, the water in the pot had already boiled. There was no other way, so Gu Siwei had no choice but to mix the lumps and pour them into the pot.

While waiting for the pimple soup to boil, Gu Siwei opened the lid of the pot, added oil and salt, closed the lid and simmered for a while, poured in some MSG, tasted it and felt it tasted about the same, so he filled two bowls.

He handed a bowl to Sicui, and holding a bowl in his arms, he sat directly by the pot and started sucking.

“Brother, it’s so delicious!”

Sicui thought this food was really delicious. If nothing else, she had never tasted the delicious taste after one bite.

“If it’s delicious, eat more.”

Gu Siwei never thought that Sicui had never eaten MSG. It was precisely because of this that this pot of pimple soup with a little MSG became delicious as Sicui had never tasted before.

"I won't eat. I want to go into the mountains. Let me eat the rest. I'm not hungry." Sicui said, but her eyes couldn't help but look at the half bowl of pimple soup left in the pot.

Although Gu Siwei didn't see Sicui's expression, he was not interested in eating the remaining pimple soup: "You can eat as much as you want, I've had enough."

The brother and sister had just finished eating half of their meal when a voice came from outside the door.

"Are brothers Si-D at home?"
To be continued...