My 1995 Small Farm Chapter 211

   Chapter 211 Pigeon Soup

  Chen Ling said that he would not eat wild boar meat, but he did not let go of the wild boar belly.

  When I went back, I washed it several times with plant ash and flour, and soaked it in seasoning water for a night. There was no fishy smell. The next day, I simmered a large pot of pork belly soup at noon.

   After the stew was done, Chen Ling filled a bowl full, put two steamed buns on his chopsticks, and went to the restaurant in front of Cui Laizi.

   Don't look at the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, there are still people out for dinner.

   There are many more people.

Chen Ling didn't go to the crowd, so he found a stone beside him and squatted up, holding a bowl and drinking the fragrant broth, and eating the very chewy pork belly with steamed buns. Listening to the villagers chatting and bragging in my ears is simply a pleasure.

   But halfway through the meal, no one was talking, and all eyes turned to him.

   and he stared at each other for a while.

   "What's wrong? Keep talking about you guys."

  Chen Ling was a little stunned seeing this.

   "Damn, this kid..."

   Many people smelled the fragrance wafting from Chen Ling's bowl, and felt that the rice in their bowl became unscented. At this time, he looked blank and innocent, couldn't help scolding his mother, and didn't have the heart to rush to the dinner, so he picked up the bowl and went home.

When    was leaving, he was still shouting that he had to kill the New Year pig quickly, otherwise there would be a bad boy who has nothing to do all day and would be greedy for them.

   Those words made Chen Ling feel a little embarrassed.

   But he forgot, who doesn't eat meat secretly at home these days, how can anyone bring it out to eat? Isn't this intentional to be greedy.

   Be careful next time, be careful next time.

   In the next few days, I don't know what the restless men in the village told Wang Laishun, but Wang Laishun really let Wang Laishun shoot them.

After    got the gun, these people also approached Chen Ling in twos and threes and called him to patrol the mountain together, planning to take advantage of the heavy snow to close the mountain to make a big business.

   In fact, these people also came to help when the family was building, such as Wang Lihui and Wang Lishan, the son of Ermao Donkey and others.

The    relationship is not bad.

   However, Chen Ling was lazy again and called him two or three times, but he didn't follow.

  The weather is getting colder after the snow, not to mention the wind on the mountain these days is not small.

   Why go to the mountain to suffer that crime?

  Where is the comfort at home.

  When I have nothing to do, I go out to the village to sneak around and get two sets. It's not that I can't catch anything.

   Not to mention anything else, at least hares and pheasants must go there every day.

  After the heavy snowfall, these two wild things often can't bear the hunger, and will come out of their nests to look for food everywhere.

  People only need to sprinkle some food next to the cover, and one set is required.

   After picking it up, Chen Ling didn't keep the hare, and divided two for the dog at home. The rest went to Wang Lixian to exchange for a few pigeons.

  This pigeon was buckled by a group of little boys in the snow outside the mushroom shed for the past two days. Before they could eat it, Chen Ling, who heard the wind, came to the door and replaced it.

   Now, including the pigeons on Chen Ling's home network, there are eleven or two.

   Pigeon, whether it is stewed, grilled or fried, the meat is very fragrant.

   This winter is cold, and stewing is more suitable than roasting and frying. Chen Ling is going to pluck these pigeons, stew them in a large pot of soup, and eat them comfortably.

   The Chinese New Year is approaching, and there is nothing to do, but it's just messing with all kinds of food.

   After returning home, Wang Susu felt that there were too many pigeons, and he would not be able to eat them all in one pot.

   much? Not much actually.

   Her worries were not a problem at all.

   The things that fly in the sky are full of meat. After plucking the hair and bleeding, there are not a few taels of meat left, and one or two is not enough to eat.

  A dozen or so pigeons sounds a lot, but after making it, just add a little wine, and two men can toss all the soup and meat.

   In these years, people have less oil and water in their stomachs, and a dozen pigeons are nothing at all.

   When he was a child, he saw someone eat a hundred sparrows at one time.

   "Ling, Ling, come here, we seem to be missing two old hens."

   Today is the 18th day of the twelfth lunar month. Just as Chen Ling put the pigeons in the barn cage, Wang Susu shouted in the yard.

   "No, you can count again, don't hide in the nest." Chen Ling lifted the curtain and walked into the courtyard, said.

   It's been windy these days, and the chickens and ducks haven't come out of their nests very often.

   "No, I've seen them all, they're not in the nest, just two less."

  Wang Susu frowned. As soon as he came to pick up the eggs, he found that the number of chickens in the chicken coop was wrong. After counting carefully, it turned out to be fewer.

   She knows how many things in her house and where they are placed. She also knows the male and female of chickens and ducks.

   After counting twice, I knew that it was two old hens missing.

   The good mood brought by the sun this morning was gone.

   "Don't worry, I'll look for it. They can't get far in the cold weather."

  Chen Ling went out to look for it, but found nothing, so he pulled Heiwa out of the kennel and let him find it.

   This trivial matter, Heiwa can easily handle it without Xiaojin.

   Sure enough, after knowing what Chen Ling was letting him find, Heiwa twitched her nose and ran into the kitchen slowly.

   Walking to the stove, the two dogs slashed their paws and took out two old hens covered in ashes from the stove.

   "It turned out to be hiding here."

   Wang Susu breathed a sigh of relief, she thought she had lost her run.

  Chen Ling bent down and grabbed the wings of two old hens, and threw them out of the kitchen.

   This means that there is a pigeon, otherwise he really wants to stew an old hen to eat.

   "Will the pigeon be stewed today? If it is stewed, I'll boil the water, and we'll lose its fur later."

  Wang Susu stood on tiptoe and patted off the chicken feathers and ash on Chen Ling's shoulders, reminding.

   "Of course it's stewed. Eating a lot of pigeon meat is good for your health. It's good to eat a few chickens, just to give you a boost."

  Chen Ling smiled.

   "Still make up? What have I made up for?"

  Wang Susu lowered her head and glanced at her chest, then pouted her mouth and gave him a snort: "If you make it up again, it will become a pig."

   "Haha, it's okay, pigeon meat doesn't make up the baby's granary."

  At this time, they had also had breakfast, and they had nothing to do at home, so they boiled water to bleed the pigeons and shed their hair.

  The meat quality of the pigeon is very good, and the fishy smell is not too heavy.

   is similar to stewed pigeons, except for ginger, red dates, wolfberry, Codonopsis, astragalus, angelica, put some mushrooms that suit your taste, it is best to stew with dried mushrooms.

   After the two of them cleaned up the pigeons, they put them in a large pot on the stove, add water and seasonings, boil them over high heat, and after they boil, simmer them slowly over low heat for two hours.

   So it was just after eleven o'clock today, and there was another tempting fragrance wafting out of Chen Ling's house.

  The villagers who live nearby are not surprised by this.

And today, Chen Ling didn't go out to catch a meal with a bowl, so he grabbed two bowls of pigeon soup with yellow and bright oil stars, filled two bowls of stewed crispy pigeon meat, and the young couple drank the soup. eat meat.

   "Sigh..."

Chen Ling took two mouthfuls of clear soup into his mouth. The strong aroma of the meat mixed with the aroma of herbs was released in his mouth at once. Although it was clear soup, the aroma was extremely strong. After entering his stomach, his whole body felt warm, which was more comfortable than drinking a bowl of hot porridge. .

   "It's delicious."

   he sighed.

   "It's really delicious, and the meat is also delicious, I can't bear to swallow it."

  Wang Susu took a piece of meat with the skin on and tasted it, and the more he chewed it, the more fragrant it became, even the bones were chewed to pieces.

   She has been eating a lot recently.

   Knowing that this is the growing child in the belly, it opened up to eat.

   After one bowl is finished, go to the second bowl.

   Unexpectedly, people came to the house just after the second bowl was eaten.

   It was Qin Qiumei and Zhong Xiaoyun.

   "Good guy, why is your lunch so early?"

   "Isn't it just waking up?"

  The two parked their bicycles in the courtyard, then took off their gloves and rubbed their hands and walked over.

   "What is it that just wakes up, who cooks meat right after getting up?"

   "But you two are really good. Did you worship the rolling pin on the first day of the new year? Every time you come, you can catch up with the meal time."

  Chen Ling got up and smiled and gave them two stools.

   "Hey, look at what you said, we didn't want to stay for dinner. Since you said that, we really won't leave at noon today."

   Qin Qiumei rolled her eyes at him, pulled over the stool and sat down.

  Zhong Xiaoyun also giggled and said, "Well, don't go."

   Then the two of them got close to Wang Susu, looked at her stomach, and muttered softly.

   But when he saw Chen Ling go to the stove to serve them meat, he quickly got up and stopped him.

   "Stop it, just kidding, I haven't eaten in the morning, and I've been losing my appetite lately."

   Qin Qiumei said halfway through and added: "If you want to serve it, give Xiaoyun a bowl, and I'll just take a sip of hot water later."

   "What's the matter? Is your stomach bad?"

  Chen Ling saw that her face was wrong and asked.

   "It's not a matter of the stomach, and I can't tell where the problem is. Anyway, every time the seasons change, it's noisy. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, you'll be cold all over your body, and it's even worse in winter."

   Qin Qiumei shook her head.

Zhong Xiaoyun said: "Amei has a good year this year. In the past, her face was white and her lips were purple at this time. Not to mention Susu is amazing. The two packets of herbs given by the autumn queen have been carried into the twelfth lunar month. You can come here with me, where can I go out in previous years? I lie on the bed every day, and the **** syrup doesn't stop."

   "Well, Sister Qiumei is so cold that she doesn't have much firepower."

   Wang Susu said softly.

  Chen Ling took out two pairs of bowls and chopsticks after hearing this: "Since that's the case, then I'll go and serve you a bowl of pigeon soup. First, drink a bowl of soup to warm up your body."

After waiting for the clear and delicious pigeon soup to be served with a piece of pigeon meat, Qin Qiumei took two bites. She had no appetite to drink it as hot water, but she didn't want to burp after drinking the soup. After a while, he drank a few gulps.

   After drinking the hot pigeon soup, just after drinking half a bowl, beads of sweat dripped down Qin Qiumei's white forehead.

   "So comfortable."

   She wiped the sweat on her forehead and exhaled softly, "What kind of pigeon soup is this? I drank it and warmed my body for many miles."

   "It's pigeon soup. I drank it to promote sweating. Drink two more bowls today. You don't have to worry about getting angry..."

Wang Susu smiled, the pigeon is also the turtle dove, and it can also be used as medicine. It is good for people who are weak and weak to eat, and it has a certain nourishing effect. That is, the pigeon is hot. If you eat too much, you will get sores on your tongue and anger. The large intestine goes.

   There has always been a folk saying that the pigeon is the top of nine chickens. The pigeon can also be regarded as a kind of wild pigeon, but its role is not so exaggerated.

  Chen Ling also said: "The pot is all hot, the meat and soup are enough, you can drink it yourself."

   "Hey, we came to see a doctor, how could we still eat after this."

  Zhong Xiaoyun sighed and took off her glasses, otherwise the heat would always fog up on the lenses.

   "What's the matter? Eat it if you need to. If it's not enough, I have wine here. Let's have a few drinks." Chen Ling turned around and moved a wine jar from the stove.

   "Haha, don't tell me, Amei and I used to like to drink, it's the kind of beer that we make locally, but after we became a family, we stopped drinking for a long time."

   "Susu, do you drink? When will you give birth to a baby, let's drink together."

   "Okay, I have wine and kiwi wine in my house. Come and drink next autumn."

   Wang Susu also laughed.

   These two friends who met by accident, when they get along, are closer to nature than the two old classmates she had never forgotten.

   She was also thinking recently, maybe it's because they didn't think much about each other, and the two of them wouldn't come to compare her.

  Chen Ling has long seen that these two women are stupid big sisters with no scheming.

  I am also glad that my daughter-in-law has such two friends who can talk to each other.

Friends like    are definitely different from the wives in the village, and it is here to make up for her already deteriorating classmates.

   "You guys came here by bike, is the road easy to walk?"

  Chen Ling asked.

   "It's not easy to walk. After riding a car for a while, you have to get off and push it for a while. We left here before eight in the morning, and we didn't arrive at your house until after eleven."

   Qin Qiumei said, pointing to the bicycles in the courtyard: "Look at the fenders of my car, the mud is thick. The snow has started to melt these days. After the sun came out, some places became very muddy."

   "What's the matter? Are you going to the city?"

   "Yeah, if you can walk on the mountain road, go to the city, sell the things at home, and then buy all the New Year's goods. If it snows again in two days, you won't be able to go out a few years ago."

   "That's right, buy the New Year's goods as soon as possible, you will have a baby soon, and have a good year this year."

   They also heard that Chen Ling has not passed the new year for two years because of the death of his father.

   The next day, the 19th day of the twelfth lunar month, happens to be the day when the county town meets.

  The mountain road is indeed passable. In the past two days, some villagers have been watching, waiting to go to the county town to hold the New Year's goods.

So after Chen Ling and his wife had eaten in the morning, they put all the wild boars in snakeskin bags. They also brought more than ten rabbits into the snakeskin bags. Things are pulled to the county seat to sell.

   There are quite a lot of people on the road today, all of them going to the city to go to the market.

   All are villagers of Chenwangzhuang. After breakfast, men, women and children, they carried bamboo baskets, snakeskin bags, and thick cotton-padded clothes, and walked on the mountain road to the city.

  In winter, especially after it snows, most of the time they go to the market on foot like this.

   Of course, there are also drivers like Chen Ling and the others.

   It is almost invisible to cyclists. In the morning, the frozen road is slippery, and it is easy to fall on a bicycle.

  Today, there are people from the same village on the mountain road, and there is no loneliness on the road.

  The young couple chatted with acquaintances along the way, and hurried to the county town slowly.

   When the sun showed its head, it was already high, and it was about nine or ten o'clock before they arrived at the county seat.

   Then he rushed to the small courtyard in the south of the city, opened the small facade facing the street, and put out the wild boar.

  The small blackboard was also hung up.

   There is also the words of newly arrived wild boar written by Wang Susu, the price is four yuan per catty.

   "Okay, it's on sale!"

   After half a year, his small shop opened again.

   (end of this chapter)

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