Chapter 375: One pot passed down to three generations. The pot is still there
After washing and soaking all the blood rice left in the space, Zhang An came out of the space.
When he walked out of the study, he happened to meet Su Ying who had returned from class.
"Zhang An, why do you smell so strong of alcohol? Did you soak it in the wine vat? How much wine did you drink this afternoon?"
Su Ying just met Zhang An, and it was just three meals a day. Continuously asked.
Because she smelled a very strong smell of alcohol, which made her feel very heady and almost made her drunk.
After getting closer, I realized that it was coming from Zhang An, so I quickly took a few steps back and stayed away from Zhang An.
After being reminded by Su Ying, Zhang An realized that the smell of alcohol on his body was indeed a bit strong.
When he was in the space, he could still feel it when the wine was first released, but then he became numb after being smoked for a long time.
At this moment, he sniffed his nose, and it really felt like he had just taken a bath in a wine tank.
"I'm not drinking, I'm just studying how to blend liquor."
Zhang An didn't lie. He was indeed studying how to blend liquor in the afternoon.
It’s just not in the study room, but in the space.
"Then I'm going to take a shower. You can help me find some clothes and bring them over."
My wife is a bad drinker. The smell of alcohol on his body is so strong. If he gets closer for a while, Maybe Su Ying was drunk.
So Zhang An went straight to the bathroom, stripped himself completely, and rinsed himself first.
Actually, he didn't smell much alcohol on his body. All the alcohol smell was soaked into his clothes.
However, after the fermented grains have been steamed in space for so long, it is better to wash them to feel refreshed.
"Dad, I'm going to thresh rice. You, come with me."
Zhang An was going to Zhang Xinmin's house to thresh several hundred kilograms of millet, but he couldn't handle it alone.
When I saw my father coming back from herding sheep, I immediately woke up. I didn't feel bad at all for my son to wake me up.
“Why are you beating so much rice? Our family can’t finish it. It’s going to take a long time and there will be rice worms everywhere, so won’t it be wasted?”
Zhang Jianguo watched his son carrying half a cart load. of millet, which weighs at least four to five hundred kilograms.
It’s all beaten into rice. Their family of four will eat it for at least half a year. For such a long time, the rice vat will definitely be full of grain cows.
In the past, in addition to people eating, there were also several big dogs at home eating together, so the food consumption was still relatively large.
But now that spring has begun, the tiger cubs have not eaten at home for a long time. They have gone to the mountains one by one and will not come back until they are full.
And they also know to wash their mouths after eating, otherwise they will be criticized by Wang Fang again when they come back.
“We will definitely not be able to finish the millet harvested by our family last year this year, so I want to use part of the roasted wine, the kind that Mr. Huang made before.”
In space After brewing wine with his own hands, Zhang An was extremely excited and couldn't wait to brew some at home.
And these two days are relatively free. There are some odd jobs in the fields, you can do them or not, you just have time.
"Otherwise, make more. I heard that the wine that Huang Erye roasted was too grain-intensive, so I guess I can't make much out of these several hundred kilograms."
When Zhang Jianguo heard that his son wanted to make wine, he originally wanted to make wine. I want to say that Zhang Anxian was panicking.
But I heard that it was the kind that Huang Erye brewed before. Like the face-changing master, he immediately changed his face.
Just now I said Zhang Anmi was too big, but now I want Zhang An to fight more.
"Dad, this isn't my first time. Let's do it step by step. If the brewing is not good, then don't waste the rice."
Just kidding, Zhang An doesn't want to fight more, at home Although there is a lot of millet, there will be heavy floods this year, and the harvest in the fields will definitely be hopeless.
The millet left at home is enough to feed Zhang An's family for two years.
The reason why he wanted to make wine outside was because Zhang An didn’t want to have to find excuses to offend his family when he got wine from the space in the future.
No one came to Zhang Xinmin’s house today to grind rice and millet, so Zhang An could turn on the machine by pulling the millet over.
Zhang Xinmin looked at Zhang An pulling so much grain, and the smile on his face was as bright as the sun.
"Hey, Uncle Jianguo, your family is going to do something big, and you have to thresh so much rice."
Rural people thresh at most a hundred kilograms of rice at a time, and they won't thrash more unless they have something to do.
For people like Zhang An who weigh hundreds of pounds at a time, they usually do so for people who are hosting banquets.
"What's the matter? Zhang Anxian is bored. I want to prepare some rice, roast wine and have fun."
When Zhang Xinmin heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously. Damn it, he is a confident person after all.
This much rice would be worth a lot of money if sold, but Zhang An just used it to bake wine for fun.
Their family is already in pretty good condition in the village, but they don’t dare to play like this.
"Well, when the roasted wine comes out, you must call us to have a drink."
Although he said good things, he didn't believe that Zhang An could roast the wine.
After all, Wang Xinhua’s father lost a lot of food when he first learned how to bake wine.
In his opinion, this craft is all made of grain. These hundreds of kilograms of rice probably won't play a big role.
The unit at Zhang Xinmin's house is relatively small, not as large as the large units in the rice milling houses in the city. It took almost half an hour to thresh the several hundred kilograms of millet.
"Uncle, your family has grown this blood rice. It smells delicious from all the way away."
When bagging, Zhang Xinmin felt a little agitated when he looked at the blood-red blood rice. be envious.
"Uncle, if your family is sowing rice this year, please help me sow more rice. I will also plant two fields for my own food."
Last time Zhang An came to thresh rice. At that time, he smelled the fragrance of rice and felt a little nostalgic.
He couldn't use all the paddy fields to grow blood rice like Zhang An's family did. After all, millet is quite valuable now.
But it is still possible for their family to set aside a few points of land to grow some blood rice alone. After all, two points of land is not much more.
And there is no need to leave a big field, the last rice field is completely enough.
“Hey, it’s not a big deal. I’ll just sow more grain seeds when we sow the rice seedlings in a few days. Then you can come and transplant them.”
Zhang Jianguo readily agreed. It is a normal thing to ask for rice seedlings and vegetable seedlings from the villagers in the countryside.
After all, when someone sows grain seeds, they may sow more or less, and it may not be just enough.
In the end, in order to repay the favor, Zhang Xinmin did not collect the money from Zhang An's family for this rice harvest.
Back home, Zhang Jianguo started washing rice before Zhang An opened his mouth.
It’s just that there are so many rice, but they don’t have that many big basins and buckets for soaking rice.
"Dad, we definitely don't have enough big basins and buckets. Why don't we go out and borrow some." Zhang An's family only has two big basins, one wooden basin and one plastic basin. The big one is quite big. But it doesn't work either.
Unlike in the space, Zhang An made a lot of large wooden basins or large plastic basins.
"Nacheng, let's borrow it quickly before it's time for dinner."
It's four or five o'clock now, and in a little while it will be time to go to someone else's house for dinner. , I will be embarrassed to come to my door then.
Buckets and large basins are essential household utensils for every household in Longcun. In the past, when there was no running water, the family relied entirely on a bucket for water.
As for the big basin, some people may not have purchased one before, because a long time ago there were only large wooden basins, and it was quite expensive to make one.
But the carpenters made it very strong, which is why it is expensive.
To put it in one sentence, one pot is passed down to three generations, and the pot is still there when people leave.
There is no falsehood in this statement. The wooden basin in Zhang An's house was left by Zhang An's grandparents.
Although the large wooden basin is now somewhat patinated and looks a bit old, the wooden basin is still very strong and does not leak at all. It is estimated that it can continue to be used if it is passed to Zhang Andu in the future.
But many people make smaller ones in order to save money. After all, their family conditions are somewhat tight, so they can save as much as possible, but small wooden basins are sometimes inconvenient to use.
But it’s better now. Due to the development of technology, large plastic pots are already on the market.
And this kind of basin is not expensive, anyone can afford it, but it is not strong, so be careful when using it.
It’s okay if it’s broken, because people who mend pots and basins can now repair it. But if it’s burned or scalded, you can only replace it with a new one.
It's not the end of the year now, so no one wants to make rice and rice cakes, so everyone's big pots at home should be empty. It's easy to borrow them if you want.
Then the two men visited half of the village, searching door to door, and borrowed more than twenty large pots.
"Look, just for these few hundred kilograms of rice, we have to borrow so many big pots. If we buy more rice, we won't be able to borrow all of our village."
A big pot In addition to rice, a lot of water also needs to be put in, so a large pot can hold up to forty or fifty kilograms of rice.
Although the extra large basin is useless now, it will be useful when the rice is soaked and steamed.
Anyway, I will borrow it from now on, and this time Zhang An took the opportunity to lend it back.
Before soaking the rice, Zhang An first wrote a mark for each basin, and marked which one belonged to whose family first.
Although he has a good memory, he will definitely be able to remember it when the time comes.
But I am afraid that if he is away from home for something, Wang Fang and Zhang Jianguo will exchange it for someone else. It will be bad if they get mixed up.
Zhang Jianguo and Zhang An, his father and son, were washing rice in the yard. When Su Ying saw it, she picked up her sleeves and planned to come over to help.
But before he could get down the steps, he was dragged back by Wang Fang.
Su Ying used to be the eldest child in the family, but now that she is pregnant with twins, her status has skyrocketed.
Wang Fang pampered her so much all day long that he was not willing to let her do work.
“Dad, you don’t have to wash too thoroughly, just wash two or three times. You have to wash it after it’s soaked.”
Zhang An washed so much rice in the space , which can be regarded as a summary of experience.
No matter how clean the washing is now and how clear the water is.
But after soaking, a lot of rice water can still be washed out when washed again.
So when he saw his father Zhang Jianguo grabbing a basin of blood rice and washing it seven or eight times, he quickly shouted.
If we follow this standard, we may have to work all night tonight.
After the final washing, the main room of Zhang An's house was filled with large basins, and everything looked red with blood.
Before going to bed at night, Wang Fang was preparing mosquito nets and oilcloth to cover the big basin for soaking rice.
“Mom, there’s no need to cover these. They’ll be soaked and washed tomorrow.” Not even mice.
Other bugs will not appear, otherwise they will become gray ball snacks.
Wang Fang covered the mosquito net just to keep out the dust, but since she has to do laundry tomorrow, there is no need at all.
Moreover, there are many green plants that can absorb dust in the main room of Zhang An's house. There is no difference between covering the mosquito net or not.
Early the next morning, Zhang An ran to the old house to move another large wooden steamer.
“When did you buy this steamer? Why is it so big? The wooden steamers used for wine making are not as big as this.”
Seeing Zhang An carrying the big wooden steamer through the door, Wang Fang's eyes widened. She originally thought it was the kind everyone used when hosting drinks.
Unexpectedly, this steamer is bigger than those others. An adult cannot even see his head when he jumps in and squats in it.
"This is the one I asked the carpenter uncle to make last time, because I wanted to steam more rice at once. Otherwise, why would I bother the carpenter uncle and just go to the town to buy it?"
In the town The largest wooden steamer sold by those people was estimated to be eighty centimeters high, which Zhang Anke despised.
This mouthpiece was specially made by Zhang An. It is 1.4 meters high, which means Carpenter Lin is very skilled and ordinary carpenters cannot take it down.
Today Zhang Jianguo also gave up his favorite activity of herding sheep, because he likes this wine more than herding sheep.
He was thinking about the blood rice that was soaked in the big basin yesterday and soaked all night. It was ready to be washed again today, so he stayed at home.
However, this time you don’t have to wash everything like yesterday. Instead, you can steam one pot and wash the other. After all, the rice steamer is really slow.
There is no need to build a fire stove. The fire stove that was built for killing pigs can be used. Although it is not as big as the one Zhang An built in the space, it is almost enough.
Later in the yard, Wang Fang was responsible for lighting the fire, while Zhang Jianguo and Zhang An were responsible for washing rice.
"Xiao An, the water in the pot has been heated and the rice is ready."
Although the stove is relatively large, Wang Fang has been cooking earth stoves for a lifetime and is very quick at lighting the fire. no.
"Mom, this steamer has not been used yet. Although it is made of toona wood, it still needs to be steamed for a while."
Zhang An regretted it at this time. When he went to get the steamer, he didn't put it in the steamer. Place this steamer in the space and replace the one in the space for use, thus eliminating the need for empty steaming.
As for the new wooden steamer, Zhang Anke had plenty of time to steam it when it was placed in the space.
“It turns out that it is made of Chinese toon wood. I also said that it smells fragrant. How much Chinese toon wood must be used to make such a big steamer?”
Wang Fang stepped out of the steamer. It can be seen from the wooden fan that the toon wood must be quite large, and she feels it is a pity to use it to make a steamer.
After all, this kind of large wooden steamer is only used a few times a year. It is more cost-effective to use Chinese toon wood than to use fir squares, so that the saved Chinese toon wood can be used to make other furniture.
Although the wooden steamers used to steam rice at home are also made of toona wood, they are small steamers and do not require much wood or cost much money.
"It didn't take much. I just used the few pieces of materials our family had left over from last time and made them."
Wang Fang originally wanted to say that Zhang An was a prodigal, but he didn't She did everything and nothing she said helped.
(End of this chapter)