Chapter 214 Bacon
Zhou Zhi smiled and said: "Sister, because oracle bone inscriptions were systematically discovered in modern times. Xu Shen of the Eastern Han Dynasty and Xu Kai of the Southern Tang Dynasty have never seen oracle bone inscriptions at all, or have seen them. There are very few bronze inscriptions and seal scripts, that is, they can make further improvements to the existing texts. It is the earliest systematic textual evidence of Xingxun. Therefore, their explanation is based on the literal meaning of Xiaozhuan characters."
"So...so..." Wei Yi was so shocked that she had vaguely seen Zhou Zhi's words. Ambition, and then he was so frightened by the magnitude of his ambition that he became incoherent.
“Redefine the art of exegesis, based on the Xiaozhuan script, and go back one thousand two hundred years, using oracle bone inscriptions as the new writing basis, and retracing the origins of our Chinese civilization!”
“Only by carrying on the past can we move forward. Only by understanding our own national genetic roots can we not be confused by various trends on the road ahead, can we be clear about our goals, ideas and methods, and can we move forward with determination and confidence. Your own way to develop! ”
"I can't think of anything greater than doing this thing well in my life!"
"Elbow!" Miss Wei Yi was so excited that tears filled her eyes, and she took out the chicken legs from the chicken soup basin. : "This is for you to eat! But in the future...if you forget what I said today, I, I will beat you with a yellow thorn stick!"
After that, he picked out another one: "Well, it's hard work for Qiaomu's senior year sprint."
Wei Fei had already picked up the bowl, but found that his sister's heart was elsewhere: "Sister!"
"What are you doing?" Wei Yi then saw that his own brother had been neglected. After thinking about it, he picked a chicken paw and threw it into his bowl: "Give him a paw to make him a diligent hand!"
Wei Fei: "..."
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Swinging Yangjiao started at the end of Qingping. Any great ideal, initially or just a glimmer of light that touches someone's heart.
When the dim light gradually becomes brighter and illuminates the soul thoroughly, it can give people a huge spiritual power.
Of course, more often than not, these glimmers of light will disappear and disappear in the trivial aspects of life, turning into a smile or a bitter smile that is accidentally recalled, and then placed in a corner, while the owner continues to rush for reality.
The world rotates in reality, not in ideals.
Just like Zhou Zhi now, holding a shovel in one hand, he would add a shovelful of rice husks into the oven from time to time, covering the charcoal fire below and letting it emit smoke, while reading what Miss Wei Yi had found for him. Come "The Thorn Birds".
Between the two bamboo chairs is a small wooden table with an earthenware stove on it. There is a dark kettle on the earthenware stove, which heats water with charcoal fire.
Beside it is a purple sand teapot, three cups, and a bag of peanuts and melon seeds.
Zhou Zhi is taking care of the bacon at home.
Nowadays, on the top floor of every residential building, there is a large wooden box with holes in the upper part, nails driven inside, and bamboo poles on the top and in the middle.
This is the smoking shed. After the bacon sausages that need to be smoked are cured and dried, they need to be moved here to open the smoking shed, hang all the meat in, fill it up, and then burn a charcoal brazier underneath. Cover it with cypress leaves, peanut shells, sugar cane skins, peppercorns, spices, rice husks, rice bran... and let the charcoal brazier emit thick smoke.
Afterwards, close the smoking shed to control the amount of smoke and avoid open flames. It takes one day of smoking from morning to night before the bacon sausage is completely smoked.
Usually this work is done by adults on weekends. After all, meat is quite expensive, and it would be a pity if it was burned by naughty children.
Unless the children in the family are older than the second grade of junior high school, at that time the children start to be rebellious and active, and staying in the fumigation shed for a whole day is considered a hard job for them.
But Zhou Zhi’s family doesn’t have this problem. My mother has long known that it is very easy to make this child sit for a whole day, just give him a big book. Zhou Zhi has been doing this job since the fifth grade of elementary school.
As Zhou Zhi gets older, when Zhou Zhi is doing this job, he occasionally has friends around him to "help" him.
Feng Xueshan is standing on the long-abandoned laundry table on the roof of the building. The laundry table is right against the small building structure at the exit of the stairs that Zhou Zhi calls the "gun tower". On the flat roof of the tower, Zhou Zhi is placed. A large pigeon cage built for Guan Tingting.
It's said to be a pigeon cage, but it's actually a wooden house that you can walk in directly when you open the door.
Feng Xueshan spread her hands, holding a handful of corn, and placed it on the roof of the blockhouse. Two pigeons walked back and forth in her hand, taking a peck from time to time.
This pigeon loft used to be very prosperous. Zhou Zhi’s pigeons were obtained by the fourth cousin from the pigeon association. They are actually homing pigeons with very good pedigree. However, the current conditions do not allow it, and they are as good-looking as those raised by Guan Tingting. "Doves" are mixed together, and the bloodline is completely ruined.
Accompanying the collapse of the bloodline is a peak of fertility and incubation.
It wasn’t until Mama Guan discovered that the corn bran at home was digesting too quickly that she began to notice that her daughter had as many as 20 or 30 pigeons.
This was a big expense for the family, so she decided not to do it, so Guan's mother took the plunge. First, she used pigeon eggs to lure Guan Tingting, and then she attacked the big pigeons.
At that time, there were rats in the pigeon shed on the top floor, and the rats did not bite the small pigeons, but only the fat and tender pigeons. I often saw Guan Tingting gnawing on a braised pigeon with tears in her eyes. It's fragrant and sweet.
Occasionally, old pigeons cannot escape the "rat's mouth", and then Guan Tingting will bring a cup of gastrodia stewed pigeons to "replenish the brain" of Zhou Zhi.
This is also a very strange thing. Tingting's mother has never given Gastrodia pigeon cup to her daughter who is not very good at studying. The pigeon given to Guan Tingting has always been about the taste, not the efficacy.
It seems that using your brain is a matter for the person downstairs, but my daughter does not need to do the same.
Later, Zhou Zhi encouraged his mother to make some insinuations, and the answer he got was - "It can't be worth it."
The implication is that no matter how much gastrodia stewed pigeon my daughter eats, it will be useless, so she might as well give up.
It turns out that Mama Guan considered it from the perspective of input-output ratio!
Now the number of pigeons has been reduced to about ten, and the rat problem has miraculously disappeared.
The reason why the "pigeon mouth" no longer grows is that Guan Tingting has developed a good habit of eating pigeon eggs.
"Sister Xueshan." The small door of the pigeon house opened, and Guan Tingting walked out. Frightened, the pigeons in Feng Xueshan's hand flew away: "Five!"
"Give it to me." Feng Xueshan Stretching out both hands, Guan Tingting asked Guan Tingting to put the egg into her hand: "Tingting, be careful when you come down."
Although the laundry table has been abandoned, there is still something in the faucet. Feng Xueshan washed the pigeon eggs, sat down on the small chair next to Zhou Zhi, opened the dark pot lid and put the pigeon eggs in: "What a broken pot, it's so heavy."
" This is called a cauldron, a silver cauldron, from Ming Dynasty Yongle." Zhou Zhi raised his eyes from the book, lifted up the black silver cauldron, filled the purple clay pot with water, put the silver cauldron away, picked up the purple clay pot, and gave the cup. Continued.
"Which boils water faster in Ming Yongle?"
"Uh... Actually, it's better to burn it more slowly... It's not important to feed this, right?" Zhou Zhi picked up the cup: "The important thing shouldn't be that I'm boiling water in the Yongle Lotus Liang Silver Cauldron of the Ming Dynasty to cook tea, enjoying the ancient style... etc. Why does this water taste a little wrong..."
(End of this chapter)