The two people waiting for the rice pressing pole in front couldn't help but look at the big bag in Qiaoqiao's hand - it was also strange. After decades of living in the countryside, it was the first time they saw a rice pressing pole carrying thirty or forty kilograms of rice.
How strange!
Take a secret photo of the bag!
And Lao Zhou was walking around with his hands behind his back, and Xiao Qi was also joining in the fun beside him. He was relaxing when he suddenly heard a voice: "Come on, come on -"
The next moment, there was a dull explosion in my ears——
“Bang!”
At this moment, everyone turned around quickly with vigilance, their backs slowly gathered together, and their hands had already touched their waists...
The laughter of a child came from the side:
"Oh! Oh! Oh! OK! OK!"
“It’s time to eat fried rice!”
“My mother said this is called rice flower in her place!”
“My grandma said it’s called popcorn!”
Looking closely, I saw a little old man with gray hair happily retracting the crowbar and taking out a black iron bucket from a white cloth bag.
Pour the contents of the bag into the plastic bag, and you will see small, swollen, snow-white and oval-shaped rice popsicles appearing in front of everyone.
The adults opened the mouth of the bag and let everyone grab it. The children quickly stretched out their hands and grabbed a handful, and the rice pops were about to leak out from the gaps between their little fingers.
When I turned to Lao Zhou's side, I saw that several young men had tense faces, but the old men in the back row were still cheerful and couldn't help but laugh:
“You don’t see many young people, are you scared? Come on, come on, taste it! Taste it! You’re welcome! How much is this rice worth? It’s just children who like to join in the fun…”
As the other party spoke, he enthusiastically handed the bag over to this side. Xiao Qi looked embarrassed, but Lao Zhou calmly reached out and grabbed a handful, and asked while eating:
“Ouch! This rice is pretty good, isn’t it from home?”
“Yes!” The other party also laughed: “My dad planted some at home. I heard there was a rice crusher here today, so I brought some over here...Hey!”
His eyes lit up, he stared at Lao Zhou's legs and asked, "Old man, where did you buy these pants?"
Followed by a series of words: "It's too cold to ride a motorcycle, so I just want to buy leather cotton pants, and buy a pair for my dad... Did you buy them at our store?"
Ah this.
Ah this.
Lao Zhou had never thought in his life that he would be envied by others because of a pair of 40 yuan lint pants. At this moment, he could only open his mouth:
"I don't know... I bought it for a child, it was said to be 40 a piece..."
“It’s so cheap!” The other party said in annoyance: “Young people are good at picking things when shopping online. I didn’t find anything suitable online before, so it’s troublesome to return it. It’s different for you. The quality seems to be good - you ride a motorcycle to protect yourself from the wind, right?”
Lao Zhou:…
Just whether it can block the wind or not... The girl named Tian Tian was wearing this when riding her bicycle this morning. It should be able to block the wind, right?
While they were chatting, they saw Qiao Qiao running over. She became happy when she saw the black machine that was spinning in circles on top of the fire:
“Grandpa! I want to do this too—”
"Okay!" The little old man with gray hair said cheerfully: "Rice or corn? Wheat is fine too! The corn is round, big and fragrant!"
This home-made method of popping corn, the corn popcorn that comes out is not the flowering shape like in the movie theater, but slightly rounded, milky white mushroom-like, with light reddish-brown irregular spots on it, one by one, very cute.
Wheat and rice have different shapes.
Qiaoqiao was worried: "The rice we brought today was all made by rice stalkers, and we didn't bring any corn..."
He turned around, and when he was in trouble, he shouted - "Sister! Sister!"
Song Tan came over and said, "What's wrong?"
“I want to eat this, it’s different from what I cook.”
The popcorn I pop in the pot is the kind of flowering popcorn, which is delicious, but...
It’s just different!
Qiaoqiao looked at Song Tan pitifully.
What’s the big deal? Just eat it if you want!
It was about the Chinese New Year, and Song Tan was very fond of these snacks. However, this popcorn machine was too inefficient. It took a long time to hear a popping sound, unlike the rice stick machine that could continuously produce results.
After thinking about it, she simply asked: "Old man, do you have time tomorrow? If you have time, come to Yunqiao Village, the old Song family in Yunqiao Village, and pay 150 yuan for a meal, and you can cook for a day, okay?" "
The elderly people in the village still like to eat this, and they can bite it easily. I guess they will all come and do it together by then, so we might as well make it a day.
150?
Why not?
There are not many people eating this now, so everyone just makes a little bit to try it out. It’s a busy time at the market, but you can’t earn even 100 yuan. The little old man was very happy: "Okay, okay! I'll go early tomorrow morning! I have a car!"
“You write another phone call!” He took out a small notebook and pen from his pocket.
Lao Zhou and Xiao Qi listened silently and took another look at the old man’s car—
Hmm, the maroon tricycle is the same style as the sapphire blue tricycle next to the rice pole.
On the contrary, Lao Zhu came over at some point, grabbed a handful of popcorn from Lao Zhou's hand, held it in his mouth and waited for it to melt, while enjoying the faint sweetness of the rice, he sighed:
“It’s still lively in the countryside!”
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, also came over and took out two pills from her grandfather’s hand. She couldn’t help but say:
“Actually, the city is not that bad. I will take you to the wholesale market and shopping malls during the Chinese New Year. There are so many people there that even those selling New Year’s goods can’t squeeze in!”
Lao Zhu glared at her: "I won't buy it! Why go to the supermarket or the wholesale market? Why are you looking for trouble? I haven't told you yet. The rice in this store is so delicious, why didn't you make any move before?"
Xiaozhu branch secretary:…
Hah! Smelly old man, it’s good to have something to eat, and you have to choose?
Here, the rice pole presser finally finished pressing the rice poles of the two previous customers. Looking at the people who had moved to chat, he quickly shouted: "It's your turn! It's time to press the rice poles!"
As he said that, he glanced at Song Tan: "Look, why don't you ask me to come to your house to work for a day? I don't want more. You can take care of a meal for two people. Can't I just give you 200?"
He makes more money than the old man who makes popcorn, but he has to hold a big gathering during the New Year and usually wanders around the countryside. How can he earn so much?
On the other hand, you can walk around at the entrance of a remote community in the city, and sometimes you can do some business...
But Song Tan laughed: "I'm just taking people shopping along the way... Come on, come on, you do it, and I won't let you suffer! I'll attract a lot of people to you later!"
The couple pressing rice poles:…
Forget it, I don’t understand, just keep making rice poles.
Rice, corn grits, and white sugar are mixed together and put in from the hopper of the machine. Accompanied by the rumble of a tractor, slowly, a rich rice fragrance spreads...
At this moment, Qiaoqiao squeezed through the gradually surging crowd, and then raised her mobile phone:
“Sister! I haven’t broadcast live for a long time. I want to teach the children this today—”
Update 1, good afternoon. Thank you Wang Yihan for the reward.