If it weren't for me and my uncle, I guess my grandfather and grandma would have become vegetarians.
They all like to eat vegetables. What big vegetables are cooked every day? small vegetables water spinach cabbage, so my uncle and I almost turned into rabbits.
My uncle chanted in my ear every day, "I'm so greedy that I can't stand it anymore." I heard it so much that my mouth was greedy. One day after I got home, he suddenly stopped talking, looked at me with bright eyes
, and mysteriously put my mouth to my ear, "Xiao Wu, my uncle caught a wild rooster today. Do you want to eat it?"
My uncle and I are both carnivorous animals, and we are not happy with meat. We have been living this kind of life without water for many days in a row. When I heard my uncle say "wild rooster", my saliva was almost flowing.
I grabbed his arm and asked anxiously: "Uncle, where did the wild rooster come from? Does it look the same as the chickens raised at home?"
"Flying from the sky to our sugarcane garden, I went to the sugarcane garden early this morning to see which sugarcane grows the sweetest, so that it can be chopped for you to eat. As a result, I found it after a few sugarcane trees. It seemed that it was injured by a gun. It seemed that it could not survive. We were just here to satisfy our cravings, hehe."
"Is it really a wild rooster? What does it look like?" I was very curious.
"Its feathers are golden red, and its tail scatters around like pineapples. Of course, it looks different from the chicken. Otherwise, why are you called pheasant ? Isn't it?" My uncle's legs kept jumping on the ground. He said that it was the physical education teacher who asked him to practice so often, and he would recommend him to go to the city to participate in long-distance running competitions in the future.
"Ah, its feathers are so beautiful? Uncle, I want it! I want to make a beautiful shuttlecock, so that those girls who love to kick shuttlecock are envious!" My eyes began to shine.
"Look, look, Zheng Qiwu, it's not me who said you! Why did you have such competitive thinking at a young age? This is not possible. The little girl should be gentle and easy-going." My uncle stroked my head earnestly, imitating my grandfather's tone and voice to educate me.
"Hmph, shy," I shyly said, "Last time you led a group of bad boys from Xizhen to fight with people from Dongzhen? Grandpa was so angry that he locked you in a small house and punished you not to eat, or did I secretly send chopped oil pancake from the window for you to eat..."
"Okay, little stinky girl, are you still finished?" My uncle pinched my face hard, "Say, do you want to eat chicken?" When he said the next sentence, he obviously lowered his voice. I heard the rustling wind coming from the purple sugarcane forest. Somehow, my mood suddenly became excited and nervous, which made me breathless.
I tried to tiptoe and leaned into my uncle's ear and said loudly, "I think,
think, wanna!"
My uncle quickly pushed my head away, "Silly girl, just say something, the heat sprayed made my ears itchy." He muttered and digged
's ears with his fingers.
Then he pulled me to sit on the ground and took a branch to draw on the ground. "Xiao Wu, do you like to eat braised chicken or stewed chicken?" As he said that, his uncle's saliva was almost flowing down.
"Well, I like to eat both. That time when my grandma made chicken with eggplant, I couldn't eat enough, and in the end I even ate all the eggplant. Also, I..." I licked my lips and recalled with unsatisfactory memories.
"Okay, stop, stop, grandma can't let grandma know about the chicken today. Besides, eggplant roast chicken is so ordinary, there is no creativity at all. Let's see if my uncle cooks it for you!" The uncle said as he skillfully drew a chicken on the ground.
"Then what are you burning?" I stretched out my chin and looked at him in confusion.
"I'll burn with , silly girl.Haha, this is the real "fire burning". In martial arts movies, when heroes wander around the world, they make a bunch of fires. They can always find a few pheasant roasts, which makes the oil squeak on the chicken legs squeak. Tsk tsk, I've wanted to do this for a long time! "My uncle's eyes also shined.
"My uncle, I really want to eat it..." I swallowed, "But the stewed chicken is also delicious, and my grandmother said that eating stewed chicken is very nourishing to the body. "
" This is easy to deal with. I cut the chicken in half, braised half and stewed half, wouldn't it be enough? "The uncle said excitedly.
"Great! "I was so excited that I clenched my hands tightly, jumped up from the ground, and asked my uncle skillfully: "What do I need to do? Please give an order! "My uncle and I rode the eaves and walls to pick mulberries , steal the newly ripe red and yellow persimmons from the neighbor's house, and hang them upside down under the eaves like geckos to pick zucchini ... After many cooperation exercises, we cooperated with each other in a very tacit understanding. Often, I could understand his eyes, and found that the bad things he did were noticed, and immediately slipped away without a trace, and then went to our sugarcane garden to meet.
"Xiao Wu, take clean white paper to the kitchen and secretly put out the salt, thirteen fragrant, etc., and then find a small bottle to put a little soy sauce-chicken dipping sauce, which is so fragrant! ha! Then I went to the flower bed in the yard to pick some cumin leaves. Well, let me think about what else I need... By the way, it just rained a few days ago, and it was probably the black fungus had grown again, so you can pick them all. When I went to the sugarcane garden just now, I found that there were many small snow-white mushrooms growing on the ground. These two things combined were enough to stew the soup. "My uncle is like a brave and warlike general, skillfully assigned me work.
" Alas! The task will definitely be completed! "I smiled and squeezed my uncle's eyes. He smiled with satisfaction.
I had fried noodles for lunch. Grandma mixed the noodles soft and elastic. The noodles were cut into the same thin as leek leaves. The snow-white noodles were covered with sauce made of fried with diced meat, fried soybeans, salted peanuts, carrots, etc. It looked bright and charming and smelled very fragrant. My uncle and I liked it very much, but today we both ate only a little. Grandpa looked at us suspiciously, and my uncle pushed the bowl and said, "I ate too much in the morning, and I can't eat it anymore." "
" I can't eat it either, I can't eat it. "I followed my uncle's example and pushed the bowl of
.
" Whoever doesn't finish eating will continue to eat their own leftovers tonight! "Grandpa glared at us.
" Eat it at night. "The uncle said indifferently.
" Eat at night. "I said indifferently as he did.
"I went out to see if the broad beans in our fields were ripe. When they were ripe, they would pick them back and make porridge in the evening. "The uncle said and stood up.
"I'll go out to see if the broad beans in our fields are ripe. When they are ripe, they will pick them back and make porridge in the evening. "I learned to speak with my uncle, and then stood up.
After lunch, my grandparents were used to sleeping for a while. They didn't care about our absent-minded words, and they still ate the fried noodles slowly.
My uncle and I first walked out slowly, and once we stepped out the threshold, like two galloping ponchos, we quickly spread our hooves and went straight to the sugarcane garden.
There is what my uncle and I are most happy to be with. Place. We often lie on the grass under the sugarcane forest next to our heads, holding a piece of sugarcane leaf or the stem of a weed in our mouths, squinting our eyes at the green sugarcane leaves above our heads, and slitting our eyes to see the green sugarcane leaves above our heads, and slitting our rays of sunshine from the bridge of our nose to our uncle's ears, and then from our uncle's eyes to our hair, making my hair soft and soft, like a bunch of black straw. The sugarcane leaves rub against the sugarcane leaves, singing the love song that never changes for the moment: Rush, Rush, Rush, My love doesn't speak.
Really, I always feel that the sugarcane leaves sing this lyrics. Under the wind, no matter how the tone changes, this lyrics will never change.
I had been lying for a long time, and just as I felt a little chill on my back, my uncle called me, "Xiao Wu, come here, the grass is back, lying on my uncle."
I always screamed happily, lying on my uncle's broad and strong chest, just like a frog mother carrying a little frog. My uncle was lying on my belly, I put my arm on his arm and stretched my legs on his legs, as if another small him.
My uncle still closed his eyes slightly, then he groped to put up the hair on the top of my head, pulled a long thatch, and braided me in a pretentious manner.
Green thatch, black braids, tied on a pink-faced little girl, it's so beautiful.
My head was rubbing restlessly on my uncle's body. He pressed my head, "It's so itchy, it's so itchy! Don't move!"
I ignored him and continued to turn my head around, with my eyes rolling around. I looked around every day. I don't know why, but I can't get tired of it.
"You little devil is disobedient, he will be punished!" After saying in a stern manner, my uncle suddenly reached his hand to my armpit , scratching my itchy, I couldn't stand it, I giggled and rolled to the grass next to me. My uncle acted to continue to stretch out my hand, and I kept rolling to the grass side until I was so happy that I couldn't breathe and was stopped by the tall sugar cane. My uncle jumped up from the ground, walked over and picked me up, patted the mud and grass leaves on my body, then raised his hands hard over my head, and said with a long breath: "The night air is coming, the ground is cold, the little baby is back home-!" He always rolled the last "回" long, with a kind of melancholy after happiness.
At this time, I always don’t have the energy to walk home. I leaned on the ground and hugged his legs: "My uncle is carrying me home. My legs are so sour, as if I had drunk vinegar, I can’t walk."
My uncle laughed and pinched my face hard, and then imitated me to say: "My legs are so so sour, as if I had drunk vinegar... Ha, it turns out that your legs will also drink vinegar."
I ignored him, still hugged his legs with humming and shaking them with my eyes closed.
Finally, my uncle would always squat down and let me lie on his back, listen to the intoxicated lullaby singing of the sugarcane forest, and smell the fragrance of sugarcane leaves all the way back home. When I got home, I was often asleep, my head was heavy on my uncle's neck, and a shiny saliva flowed down.
My uncle took me into the depths of the sugarcane forest, and opened the dense grass. I looked up and saw a ball of stuff wrapped in brown dried lotus leaves. My uncle walked in, bent down and picked up the ball of things with both hands, and greeted me, "Xiao Wu, come here quickly, I have picked up the firewood."
I quickly jumped into the airtight grass castle surrounded by wild grass trees. The long and dense thatched grass suddenly surrounded it. It seemed that there was no trace outside, and no one could have imagined that there were two little people hiding inside.
This grass castle belongs to my uncle and me. He hid an iron pistol made of bicycle chains, a knife of various strange shapes, and a camouflage uniform that a military college friend gave him. He was afraid that his grandfather would ask questions, so he dared not take it home, so he wrapped it in oil paper and put it in the secret grass castle. I also hid the wrinkled dolls on my nose that I sewed inside, a ball of silver-gray wool, a few colorful little clips that my cousin gave me, and many pebbles I carefully selected from the sand.
My uncle peeled off the lotus leaves and exposed a bare chicken from it. His hair was pulled, which looked no different from the chicken I usually eat.
"Hey, where is the beautiful chicken feather?" I asked my uncle with wide eyes.
"Of course I threw it away, you can't eat it even."The uncle put the chicken on the spread lotus leaves without raising his head, and took out a knife from behind a short tree stump.
I didn't say anything, staring at my uncle tightly.
" Xiao Wu, just as you said, half braised and half stewed. "The uncle turned the chicken over, his white breasts facing up, and cut the chicken with a knife. When he was halfway through, the blade touched the chicken's spine , and he couldn't cut it with great strength. The uncle was anxious and grabbed the chicken with both hands and tore it hard, tearing it apart.
I couldn't help laughing, "Uncle, you really look like a bandit! "
" Bandits are bandits. "The uncle wrapped half of the chicken with a fresh green lotus leaf, "The bandits cook the chicken later, you are not allowed to eat it!" "
" Ah, no, my uncle is not a bandit, my uncle is the best and closest uncle, hehe. "I squatted and moved to my uncle's side, and touched him affectionately.
"Go, go, stay away from me! Xiao Wu, where are the salt and seasonings you took? Have you brought the cumin? OK, I’ll give you this half chicken, and apply salt and thirteen spices evenly on the chicken. Alas, who asked you to apply it with your hands? Use a spoon! "
My uncle handed me a small spoon. I took it, dug half a spoon of salt, poured it on the chicken, and sprinkled it a lot at once. I quickly took a peek at my uncle. He was dismantling the other half of the chicken in eight pieces, but I didn't notice me at all. I dug some salt, poured it in my palm, and evenly applied it to the chicken with my hands. Well, it's much better now, so keep doing this. My uncle didn't see it anyway.
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Book title: "Song of the Wind and Sugarcane Garden"
Author: Zhao Ling
Publishing House: Beijing October Literature and Art Publishing House
Publication time: August 2021
Smelling flowers after flowers in the field of spring until you get drunk; homemade beggar chicken , so fragrant that even his tongue is about to melt; by the quiet Qin Lake, I hope to meet the "Yinghuaxian" and go to the bottom of the lake to explore the secrets...
In Qinxi Town, Xiao Wu lives a carefree life.
But, Xiao Wu slowly had his worries: Why do others have parents? What is the secret in my uncle's diary? Why should the bear leave? Does the companionship that never separates really exist?
Xiao Wu is playing, joking, confused, searching, and growing up day by day.
