The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 200 The Two Hundredth Sheet of Stewed Chicken Soup

Gao carefully opened a gap in the fence and walked in, looked carefully, and then selected a hen, drove the hen to a corner, then approached the hen carefully, and quickly pounced on it. Go up and catch the hen at once.

After catching the hen, Gao looked at it carefully, and then nodded in satisfaction. He tied the hen's feet and wings with ropes. The feet were tied to prevent the hen from running away, and the wings were tied to prevent the hen from running away. Let the hen fly away, after tying the hen up, Gao casually threw the hen on the ground, and continued to catch the next one.

"Qianluo, how many old hens do you plan to have?" Gao asked standing in a group of hens, holding a hen in his hand.

"It's good to have three." Han Qianluo said.

After tying up the hen, Gao quickly caught another hen, then walked out carefully, surrounded the fence, carried the three old hens to the front yard, and then went into the house to find them. Get out a steelyard, and hang the three chickens on the scale hooks for weighing.

After weighing the three chickens, Gao said: "The three chickens are 25 catties in total. I won't charge you for the high price. Let's calculate it according to the market price, fifteen yuan per catty."

For this price, Han Qianshi really didn't know what to say. It is true that the price of an old hen in the market is fifteen yuan a catty, but that is the most expensive time, sometimes it is cheaper, ten yuan You can buy them all, most of the time for thirteen coins.

"Aunt Gao, fifteen Wen a catty is expensive. Usually, it is not at this price. Basically, it only costs [-] Wen a catty." Han Qianluo said bluntly.

Gao didn't show any embarrassment at being exposed by others, she just pretended to be confused and said: "Really, I don't often go to the streets, so I don't know much about it, but I have sold old hens a few times, all at fifteen cents a catty. "

Han Qianluo didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. She thought that Gao's words were just explaining why he would offer a price of [-] Wen a catty, so she immediately said: "It's all [-] Wen. A catty of money is thirteen Wen, right?"

"That's not acceptable. I used to sell it for fifteen cents a catty. This price can't be lowered randomly." Gao insisted.

Han Qianluo was a little helpless, and talked for a while, but the Gao family would not let go, and would not lower the price. In the end, Han Qianluo had no choice but to buy the three old hens at the price of fifteen Wen a catty. After all, she still has to buy soup to make up for Han Qingquan's body.

Han Qianluo was walking home with the three old hens, and on the way, he met Mrs. Zhou who was carrying a basket, so he said hello, "Aunt Zhou, where are you going?" ?”

"Go outside to mow the grass." Mrs. Zhou said, seeing the three old hens in her hand, so she asked casually, "Where did you buy the hens, and how much did you buy them for a catty?"

"I bought it from Aunt Gao, fifteen cents a catty." Han Qianluo replied.

Mrs. Zhou also frowned, and said with some displeasure: "This Mrs. Gao is really good at slaughtering people. How can hens be so expensive now? They are all from the villagers. How can they slaughter people like this?" Wan then asked, "Why do you buy so many hens?"

"My brother is not in good health. I'll buy a few old hens and cook soup for him." Han Qianluo replied.

Having said all this, Mrs. Zhou asked curiously: "By the way, I haven't seen your brother for a long time. What's wrong with him?"

Hearing this question, Han Qianluo was stunned, and didn't know how to answer. She thought for a while and replied: "I was accidentally killed by someone, and I was in a coma for a few days. Now my health is not good. I need to make up for it. Replenish the body."

"Fortunately, the current conditions of your family are not bad. If this was two years ago, how would you live? Fortunately, the conditions of your family are not bad now, and you have some money at home. You have to take good care of yourself." Make up your brother's body, and you can make a lot of money after you make up your body." Zhou said happily.

Han Qianluo smiled and said: "I also hope that my elder brother's health can be repaired sooner. The family can't do without his support. He is not in good health for a while, and the family has been messed up by me."

"That's why the family still needs a backbone. Go back and kill the chicken and stew it. I'm going to mow the grass too," Zhou said.

After Han Qianluo bid farewell to Mrs. Zhou, she walked home with big strides. As soon as she walked in, she quickly started to boil water, and then prepared to kill the chicken, but the seemingly simple thing of killing the chicken stumped her , She used to think that killing a chicken was as simple as cutting a knife on the chicken's neck.

But now it was his turn to do it himself, and Han Qianluo realized that some things were just seemingly simple.She carried the old hen, pushed the chicken's head back to the position of the wings, then plucked the hair from the neck, and took the kitchen knife to kill the chicken, but the kitchen knife was stuck to the chicken's neck, and she was in trouble again. How much strength should be used for this knife?

At this time, Yu Wenxuan just happened to come from the next yard, seeing her standing there in a daze, he asked a little strangely: "Miss Han, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm about to kill chickens." Han Qianluo said quickly, but she was embarrassed to say that she was not very good at killing chickens.

Yu Wenxuan hurried over, took the kitchen knife in her hand, stretched out his left hand to take the old hen in her hand, and said, "Let me kill it." After speaking, the chicken's neck was plucked A cut was made at the place where blood flowed out immediately. Yu Wenxuan quickly pointed the cut place at the bowl that had been prepared before, and let all the chicken blood flow into the bowl.

Such skillful movements surprised Han Qianluo, and she couldn't help but said, "I thought you never killed livestock."

"How come I haven't killed livestock? When I was a teenager, I was very keen on doing it for a while." Yu Wenxuan explained with some embarrassment, and handed over the old hen that had bled completely.

Han Qianluo put the chicken into a large wooden bucket, then scooped boiled water into the bucket, soaked the chicken thoroughly, and quickly took it out to pluck the hair.

After working for a long time, Han Qianluo finally cleaned up the chicken. She even cleaned up the contents of the chicken's stomach carefully, washed the smell off with salt, and put it in a bowl for use at night. Garlic sprouts are fried to eat.

After cleaning up the chicken, Han Qianluo went out to pull the garlic sprouts in the vegetable field. It was a small local garlic sprout, not a garlic sprout, and it was almost fine for frying chicken offal.

After finishing the preparations, Han Qianluo looked at the time and found that it was getting late, so he butchered the chicken into pieces and started to stew the soup.

It took a long time to stew the old hen soup. Han Qianluo simmered the soup on a low fire, and it was not until the evening when the sky began to darken that it was finally stewed.

At this time, the other two people also came back. After Xu Gui came back, he didn't say anything, but walked into the kitchen and asked, "Miss, is there anything I can do?"

Han Qianluo just started steaming the steamed buns at this time, and hadn't started preparing the dishes to be fried, so when he heard this, he quickly stood up and said, "Come and light the fire, I'm going to prepare the dishes." He walked out, scooped up some hot water to wash his hands, and then started to prepare the dishes.

At this time, Han Sanwei also came back. As soon as he came back, he first rushed into the kitchen and asked, "Sister San, what's delicious today? I can smell the smell of meat." Seeing the old hen soup that had just been made, he immediately said excitedly: "That's great, I'll have chicken soup tonight."

Han Qianluo quickly put on a straight face and warned, "This is for elder brother to replenish his body. You can't eat it. If you eat it, what else can you give elder brother to replenish his body?"

Although Han Sanwei is a standard foodie, he is not ignorant, so when he heard this sentence, he quickly promised, "Then I won't eat it."

"That's right." Han Qianluo said with a smile.

Soon the dinner was ready, and the family started to finish the dinner. Han Qianluo put the old hen soup in front of the eldest brother, and the others tactfully did not eat it, which made her very satisfied.

However, Han Qingquan said: "Xiao Luo, you all should eat some too. I can't finish this much by myself, and it won't taste good tomorrow."

Han Sanwei was excited when he heard this, but he still remembered Han Qianluo's words, so he didn't move his chopsticks immediately, but looked at Han Qianluo first, and asked with his eyes.

"Brother, you can eat by yourself." Han Qianluo insisted.

Han Sanwei was immediately discouraged, and Pian Pianzui continued to bury his head in eating.Hearing the words, Han Qingquan just sighed and didn't say anything, but ate in silence. After a while, he suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand and said, "Xiao Luo, are you going to the city to buy a carriage tomorrow?"

"That's right, didn't I say it today?" Han Qianluo looked up in confusion.

"Then you go to Zhao Tong's place and tell me that I'm fine." Han Qingquan said.

"it is good."

The next morning, Han Qianluo went to the city alone. She did not go with Yu Wenxuan, because Yu Wenxuan was going to several shops, so the two of them had different paths and had to work separately.

She first went to Zhao Tong. At first she thought that the door must be closed again, but it turned out that the door was open this time. She stood outside and shouted tentatively, only to see Zhao Tong running out of the house , the hands are dirty, and the wearer is dressed as if he is working.

"Come in quickly." Zhao Tong said, and then quickly went back into the house.

When Han Qianluo saw this scene, he felt a little strange, so he followed him in, only to find that Zhao Tong had actually moved the work things into his own room, which was the room where his mother lived before.

"Why did you move here?" She asked in surprise.

(End of this chapter)