MTL - Accidentally born in the ’60s-Chapter 30

"Ming Dong, hurry up and bring a diaper, the meat bag is pissing!" Osmanthus directed Ming Dong on the kang, and Zi Zhen Zhen gave his little nephew a "meat bag". The nickname has been unanimously approved by the whole family. According to Mrs. Li's words: "What a good name for meat buns, the white noodles are full of meat. It's a blessing when you hear it, and the meaning is good. Zhen Zhen can't go wrong."

Ming Dong really can't understand what the meat buns represent, but he has long been accustomed to the behavior of Mrs. Li's armpits. Fortunately, the meat buns are not bad, compared to the next door. The dung **** that the old Zhang family gave their children were much stronger.

The diapers were washed and dried to the vacant Westinghouse next door.

Mingdong and his wife have been living in the east house in the backyard. Originally, the west house did not burn the kang or the stove in winter, but now with children, it is easy to get cold air, plus washing and rinsing every day The things that were washed had to have a place to dry, so the Westinghouse was also set on the kang.

Mingdong nailed two nails on the fire wall, hung a hemp rope, washed the diaper on the rope and baked it against the fire wall, and it dried thoroughly in an hour. It is close to the mountain, so there is no need to worry about the lack of firewood when the two houses in the front and back of the house are burnt. Since the fall, Mrs. Li asked Mingxi to lead Mingnan and Mingbei to drag them home. Firewood stack, enough for a whole winter.

After washing her hands, Mingdong opened the door and said to Osmanthus, and was going to the front room to bring her chicken soup. The stew was an old hen that had been raised for more than two years. After laying eggs, Mrs. Li never called to kill, just to keep it for sweet-scented osmanthus for confinement.

It was snowing heavily with goose feathers outside. Ming Dong put on a leather jacket and a cotton hat and trotted all the way to the front yard. As soon as he opened the door, he could smell the mouth-watering chicken soup from the stove. Mingxi, Mingnan and Mingbei squatted in a row at the door of the kitchen, each nibbling on a baked potato.

, how are you blocking the way, can't you go back to the house to eat?"

Mingbei picked up his chopsticks, took some miso from the sauce bowl placed on the windowsill and spread it on the potatoes, took a bite first, then took time to look back at his brother, vaguely Qing Di said: "The chicken soup is fragrant, smell it, and eat."

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Mingbei finished eating the one in his hand, without even raising his head, he took out a potato from the pot next to him and continued to peel it. Mingdong glanced at him speechlessly, and stretched out his hand across Mingbei Pulling back the curtains, he shouted, "Mom, is your meal ready?"

Wang Sufen lifted the lid of the pot and poked it twice with chopsticks, and hurriedly replied: "Wait a minute, this old hen is old, the stew is not too bad, I just added another firewood. , Stew for a while. If you didn't go to the East Room to talk to your milk first, I'll call you when I'm ready." Ming Dong agreed, put down the curtain and turned away.

Wang Sufen took out the melted pork and cut a few slices, poured some oil on it, put chopped green onion, stir-fryed twice and then put the pork in, only to hear a "thorn" sound, and some white smoke came out . Ming Bei immediately squatted and took two steps forward, sticking his head under the door curtain: "Mom, did you put more pieces of meat?"

Wang Sufen didn't turn her head back, and poured the sliced ​​cabbage into the pot: "It's enough to satisfy one's cravings."

Mingbei wailed loudly when he heard it: "We can't eat a whole piece of meat even if you give it a day. Why don't we cook a pot of braised pork and let us have a good time."

Ming Nan also got spirited when he heard the braised pork, and squatted in two steps forward: "Mom, let's stew all the meat that I got this month, let's steam some rice and cook the stewed meat. The meat is pouring on the old fragrance." Ming Bei swallowed his saliva, crouched beside him and nodded, looking at Wang Sufen expectantly.

Add some soy sauce to fry the color, Wang Sufen put the lid on the pot and looked back at her two greedy sons: "It's still more than a month before the Chinese New Year, if you eat all this meal, next The next time you eat meat, it's time to kill the New Year pig."

Mingbei was immediately happy: "It's good to eat one meal, but it's not enough to eat a slice every day before it's too good, and it's a waste of meat."

Wang Sufen lifted the lid of the pot and flipped it twice. Seeing the half-pot of steamed potatoes, she hurriedly brought it over and placed it on the cabinet: "Boiled braised pork and steamed rice asked you for milk, I said It doesn't count." When Ming Bei heard it, he hurriedly stuffed the last potato into his mouth and went to the East Room.

Since the opening of the spring this year, the supply on the streets will have a momentum of recovery. By the fall, you can basically buy grain, vegetables and pork on a monthly basis. Beicha people have been tight for three years, relying on After farming and digging wild vegetables, I didn't feel very hungry. Now that the supplies have been restored, the people of Beicha are relieved.

Old Li's family has harvested more crops than others for two consecutive years. Every time it is a bumper harvest, the family has saved a lot of various grains. But the non-staple food is enough to buy, and the meat that is bought is not oily, and it is cooked and eaten to satisfy the cravings.

I can eat a piece of fried pork every day, which was a good life in the past, but Mingbei is full of braised pork, and the greedy salami is flowing out. He ran to the east room in a hurry, and before he entered, he started shouting: "Mother, shall we let my mother stew meat?"

Zhen Zhen was sitting on the kang eating pine nuts, her eyes lit up when she said the stewed meat: "What kind of meat are you stewing?"

Ming Bei raised his **** and sat on the kang. He stretched out two hands to hug Mrs. Li's arms. Mrs. Li glanced at his hands, then ducked back and touched them. The fly sling on the kang knocked Ming Bei's hand: "Look at how your hand is buried, don't touch my clothes."

Mingbei looked at her hand, it was both potatoes and sauce, she smiled and hid behind her, Zhen Zhen didn't think Mingbei was dirty, she came over and handed her a small bowl Invite Mingbei to eat pine nuts: "Fourth brother, what kind of meat do you say stewed?"

Mingbei laughed hey hey: "It's just that my mother eats a few pieces of meat every meal, and one bite is gone, milk, you just ask my mother to stew all the meat I bought this month. Come on, steaming a pot of rice will also make us enjoyable."

Zhen Zhen swallowed her saliva and asked seriously, "Is it braised pork?"

"The braised pork is also fine, let Mom put more potatoes in it. After the stew is done, the potatoes will taste meaty." Mingbei looked at Zhen Zhen, coaxed her and asked: " Do you want to eat, old sister?"

Zhen Zhen nodded again and again: "I want to eat!"

If Mingbei is alone with Mrs. Li's orders to ignore him, but seeing Zhen Zhen happy to herself like a little greedy cat, Mrs. Li immediately softened her heart: "Okay, okay? , let's stew the meat that night, anyway, if you don't eat it, you'll fall down."

Mingbei immediately cheered and went out to preach the decree, Mingdong squeezed Zhen Zhen's soft and tender fat cheeks and said with a smile: "Our family Zhen Zhen is A little greedy cat, look at this little fat face she eats, and be careful to become a fat girl in the future."

Mr. Li immediately clapped Ming Dong's hand down and rubbed on Zhen Zhen's white and tender face: "We Zhen Zhen are still young, it's just this chubby person that looks good. , you will be blessed when you look at it. Don't just say that we are Zhen Zhen fat, look at your meat bun, it's just over half a month old, and there's a lot of flesh on that face. "

Thinking about his son's big fat face, Ming Dong was a little depressed: "It's not the name that Zhen Zhen gave it, meat buns, meat buns, the longer they are, the more they look like meat buns."

Zhen Zhen covered her mouth and hid behind Mrs. Li and was happy, Ming Dong glanced at Li Mingzhong who was lying on the ground dozing off, and felt even more depressed: "Tell me, even the dog is still right. The name of the eight classics and the surname, it's a meat bun for my son."

Zhen Zhen blinked her eyes and said innocently: "Meat bun is a nickname, Li Mingzhong is a big name, it's different."

Li Mingdong glanced at Li Mingzhong, who was sleeping, and wondered: "Does it have a nickname? I haven't heard it from you."

Zhen Zhen nodded: "My fourth brother gave it, it's called Hongzhong."

Li Mingzhong seemed to hear someone calling it, so he stood up, turned his head around and found that he was at home, then yawned, and staggered down again.

Li Mingdong: “…”

Zhen Zhen picked up a frozen pear from the pot on the kang and took a bite, the sour, sweet and cool taste irritated her and squinted her eyes: "I think the meat bun is much better than the red one. Well, I was young at that time, or else it was specified that Li Mingzhong could not be called by that nickname."

Li Mingdong watched Zhenzhen pouting and sucking the juice from the frozen pear, couldn't help teasing her: "I want you to wake up, is it called a frozen pear?"

Zhen Zhen was eating frozen pears while laughing at Li Mingdong: "This name is good, I'll call it this when my eldest brother gives birth to his second nephew."

Ming Dong looked at Zhen Zhen with a look of despair: "This frozen pear is not as good as the meat bun."

Zhen Zhen pondered: "Yes, the span is a bit too big, or the two nephews can be called bean buns, they sound like brothers, and they are both delicious. Milk, when will our family make buns? Bean bag?"

Old Mrs. Li hugged Zhen Zhen: "Want to eat bean buns? Tomorrow I will let your mother make noodles and wrap two for you to satisfy your cravings." Knocking on Mingdong's head: "Your sister's name is lucky, I don't care if I listen to it, alright, alright, do you hurry up and take a look at the chicken soup? If it's alright, hurry up and bring it to your daughter-in-law, when are you going to wait? When you want to drink, just heat up the big pot in the back room."

Ming Dong nodded helplessly, he was used to being called meat buns, and one more bean bun seems to be nothing. He walked to the door and turned around to ask Zhen Zhen, "Would Zhen Zhen like chicken soup? I'll leave you with a big chicken leg?"

Zhen Zhen nodded again and again: "Let Mom put some chopped green onion for me."

Mingdong was immediately happy: "The people are not big, but there are still a lot of things to do."

After nibbling on the frozen pear in her hand, Zhen Zhen got off the kang and ran to wash her hands. Just after opening the door of the east room, Li Muwu hurried in with a suit of snowflakes, followed by a person. Li Muwu's voice changed tone: "Mother, who do you think is here?"

"Who is this?" Mrs. Li squinted and knocked, but the man was wearing a big leather hat and a thick military coat, only half of his face was exposed, so he couldn't see his appearance. Come.

"Mother, it's me!" As soon as the man opened his mouth, he was crying, and Mrs. Li was shocked: "Mu Wen, is that you?"

Li Muwen took off his hat, revealing a head of half-white hair. His appearance was somewhat similar to Li Muwu, but he looked older.

"Wooden, it's my wood." Mrs. Li got off the kang, walked over tremblingly, hugged Li Muwen's waist, and burst into tears in his arms : "My son, my mother thought I would never see you again. At the age of 20, you went with the army to fight the Japanese devils. After leaving for more than 20 years, the Japanese devils finally ran away. The Kuomintang You were also driven away, and you followed the troops to Fujian again. I dreamed of you a few days ago, and when I woke up, I wondered if I could see you before I died."

Li Muwen, a stern man, was reddened by Mrs. Li's crying eyes, and he gently patted Mrs. Li's back: "Mother, you are healthy and can live a long life. How old are you?"

"That's not an old goblin anymore." Mrs Li was so happy, she wiped the tears from her face and looked down at Zhen Zhen who was standing beside her crying with snot and tears, she was shocked. Broken: "Why are you crying, this is your uncle."

Zhen Zhen took out a small handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her tears: "It's so touching, I couldn't hold back."