Chapter 372 The sound of the gong

Chapter 372 The sound of the gong

The Sun and Zhao families were not separated. Except for the younger ones, everyone was injured. The funeral was completely handled by the villagers. The calf bone was broken, and even the parents could not be sent to the mountain to watch them being buried.

There were five funerals in the village at once, and help was needed everywhere, so everything was kept simple.

The villagers who helped could all understand. After all, the filial son couldn't even stand up, and there was no one to even throw a basin, so how could he ask for anything else? They had eaten at home early and were ready to go home for dinner after helping.

But they didn't expect that after the burial and filling the soil, they were stopped by Shui Qing who was planning to go home separately, and they went to her place to have a tofu meal together.

Hearing that they had prepared it yesterday and started doing it early today, the men and women did not refuse and followed.

Funerals are different from happy events. No matter how shabby the food is, no one will say anything. It is normal that no villagers think that the tofu rice of Sun and Zhao's family today is not a problem. After all, they can only cope with two meals a day.

In fact, people in the village wouldn't say anything if Fan Jinshuiqing didn't prepare tofu rice. The main reason was that the family was separated, and his mother was assigned to the eldest house. It was the custom in the village to allocate life, death, and burial to whichever house she was assigned.

Now Fan Jin not only arranged the funeral, Shui Qing also prepared tofu rice, and not only invited the villagers who helped the Fan family, but also invited the helpers from the Sun and Zhao families, and so on.

The villagers in the village knew that they were uneducated and uneducated. They didn't know how to describe them. They only knew that Fan Jin and Shui Qingzhen were really fastidious and decent people!

In the kitchen, Mother Hu, Wang Qiuyue and Zheng Yan were indeed busy early.

Zheng Yan lit the fire in the stove and started to help cut bacon and Chinese cabbage.

Hu Mu poured the chopped bacon into a large iron pot and stir-fried the oil, then added the green onion and ginger and sauteed until fragrant. Then she poured in the chopped Chinese cabbage and stir-fried until it was tender. After adding boiling water, she cut the tofu into small pieces on her hands. Small pieces are put into the soup along the edge of the pot and simmered.

In fact, the tofu cut into pieces will definitely taste better if it is fried in oil until both sides are golden brown and then stewed. However, tofu rice is about being pure and white, so naturally it is better to put it in the pot and take it out of the pot.

For five or six people at the table, just one pot would not be enough to eat. Every time Hu’s mother cooked a pot, she would put it in a small iron pot with two ears. Wang Qiuyue carried it to the dining room table, where there was already a charcoal fire. Small clay stove.

The charcoal fire is bright red and simmered slowly over low heat. The bacon, cabbage and tofu stewed in the double-eared iron pot are bubbling with small bubbles. A pinch of green onion and garlic leaves are sprinkled on the top. It is simple but not shabby.

Mother Hu took out another pot, counted the quantity, and suggested to the two of them: "This double-eared iron pot is really convenient. It can be filled and stewed. I guess one pot may not be enough to eat. Later, these three large iron pots will It’s still simmering in the pot, and we’ll add it when the table finishes eating.”

The variety of dishes is small, but the quantity must be ensured. No matter whether it is good or bad, it is fundamental to make people full.

Zheng Yan kept cutting the bacon in her hands, and responded with a sigh: "Okay, Zhou Yu has cooked three large pots of rice over there. We can make up for it at any time if it's not enough!"

Thinking of the three big pots of rice, Mother Hu was slightly relieved.

There are also three stoves set up in the brewing house, which were originally used to steam rice and make wine. After the wine was stopped brewing, there were more places to prepare food for banquets. The three stoves had to be said to be much more convenient.

When the villagers who had worked hard all morning braved the cold and entered the warm house, the aroma of the food that greeted them made people instinctively swallow their saliva. The huge contrast between the outside and the inside made people freeze in place for a while and forgot to move.

"Why don't you leave? Those in front should go quickly." The man behind urged.

The villagers who entered the house screamed twice and continued walking inside as if they were waking up from a dream.

"Come on, take a seat first, it will be more spacious when you sit down!" Butcher Hu greeted.

When the man and woman behind entered the room, I finally understood why the people in front were so stunned that they couldn't leave, because they were the same!

It's the same house, but even if Fan Jin's house is spacious, it's still so warm? Their home also has a small stove and charcoal fire, but it is not as comfortable as his home.

There is a small red clay stove on the square table. The iron pot on it is bubbling. The ingredients are solid and the soup is rich. There are large stoneware bowls placed in a circle around it. There is crystal clear white rice in each bowl. It is as high as a small mountain and has a sharp peak.

When the bowl was served and the food was served, I realized that there was not only tofu, but also a lot of bacon!

Fan Sizhu got up early and followed his grandma to the burial. When he came back, his second uncle and aunt called him over to have a meal with him. He wanted to refuse, but for some reason he saw the villagers walking lively to his second uncle and aunt's house, so he came with him. .

He held the rice bowl in his hands and couldn't believe that what was in the bowl was really rice. He picked up another chopstick dish and it turned out to be a piece of glistening and oily bacon!

More fat than thin, even the tofu and Chinese cabbage are extraordinarily sweet. Everything tastes delicious when you eat it!

The rice in the large stoneware bowl was extremely substantial. He thought he would be full in just one bowl, but he didn't expect that he still wanted to eat after finishing the first bowl. He shamelessly took the second bowl and found that there were more vegetables added to the bottom of the iron pot. full of.

There is still the same amount of bacon in it as in the first pot, not less at all.

Fan Sizhu took a look at his village neighbors on the table while he was picking up the food. He saw that the men who were eating rudely at home were eating in a polite manner. Everyone did not fight or grab, but silently took big mouthfuls of food and finished the second bowl quickly. No more rice was added.

The villagers were still filling their stomachs with meaty dishes and glistening rice. He was stunned for a moment and realized that his family and he were really getting farther and farther away from his second uncle's family and even other families in the village.

They were going up and he stayed at the bottom...

Fan Dazhu was lying on the bed, starving, with Erzhu and Sanzhu next to him, also hungry.

Their legs and feet were injured, and they had struggled to sit in the main room to keep vigil for grandma, thinking that they were very filial. They felt that it was unnecessary to keep vigil and go up the mountain today because they could not do it.

Grandma was gone, and they who were still alive had to live well. They couldn't make themselves worse for grandma.

But, "Why hasn't Sizhu come back yet?"

Fan Erzhu listened for a long time with concentration, and asked uncertainly: "Are you sure that the second uncle and second aunt are setting up tofu rice in the open space in front of the study? Why didn't I hear anything?"

"Apart from the open space in front of the study, where else is it spacious enough to set it up?" Fan Sanzhu said unhappily.

At the same time, he looked at his eldest brother with complaint. Sizhu had to cook porridge and make noodles in the morning, but his eldest brother was afraid that the villagers who came to carry the coffin would not eat it, so he didn't bring out food to make it. Now, they are starving too.

Fan Erzhu's face changed, and he hesitated, "Where is Uncle Er and Aunt Er's family? His family is very old."

The other two people's faces also changed.

But before they could eat, the sound of a gong rang out at the entrance of the village!