Back to the Good Life of the 80s

Chapter 154
Liang Shan had no choice but to walk away and let her try.

"That's ok, don't push if you can't move, be careful not to hurt your hands." It's better to let Nannan try it, so that she doesn't give up and try it secretly by herself. If something happens, she will regret that she doesn't have any medicine.

"Put both hands on the wooden handle. Hands should be in the same direction. Hands should not be too close to the stone mill. If they are too close, there will be no space to push, and people will not be able to turn them. Don't be too far away. Too far away requires effort." Liang Shan pointed out .

"Don't force suddenly when you get started, try the strength first, add it little by little, and push it when it feels right."

Following Liang Shan's instructions, Wang Ting didn't use much force at first. She tried the hand feel and estimated how much force she would need to use. She pushed slowly, and then pushed the stone mill. It didn't take much effort. Slow down.

"Ada, I pushed." Wang Ting trembled with her little chin raised.

Liang Shan was taken aback, but the old man reacted quickly, thinking of his wife's family heirloom.

"Nannan is awesome, okay, just walk slowly like this, walk around twice, and then slowly speed up."

Wang Ting's face was getting thicker and thicker. In the past, when Liangshan Qian Xiaofeng praised her, she would be shy for a while, but now she accepts all of them. The more she praises her, the more frightened she is.

Wang Ting turned around twice, then slowly got up, pushing the stone mill around and around, Liang Shan watched from the side, waited for half of the glutinous rice in the stone mill trough to go down, and then added another handful.

There are two grandparents and grandchildren, one is grinding and the other is adding rice, but they can do it quickly.

"Are you tired? Take a break, Ada will push." ​​Liang Shan waited for Wang Ting to push for a while, put down the dustpan, and went to take Wang Ting's hand.

"Okay," Wang Ting stopped slowly and walked aside, Liang Shan continued to push, Wang Ting added rice, and quickly ground the glutinous rice in the dustpan into powder.

At this time, Qian Xiaofeng came down with a wooden bucket and a basket filled with washed licking ears, and went to the nearby stone mill.The ground stone mill is a pit dug in the ground, and a stone is placed in the pit. The stone is hollowed out and polished smoothly. It is also equipped with a large wooden stake. The stake is as high as a person. The things to be smashed are put into the stone pit, and people smash into them with wooden stakes.

There is also a kind of wooden stake like a hoe, which can be stepped on with your feet. The principle is a seesaw. There is a stake half a meter above the ground stone, which supports that kind of hoe stake. Smash it down.Much easier than doing it by hand.

To make sweet Baba, the sweet ear grass must be smashed into a sticky state.

After the wooden bucket was filled with water, Qian Xiaofeng poured water into the stone mill on the ground. After cleaning it, poured the sweet ears from the basket into it, and smashed it with a wooden stake.

Sweet ear grass is not a hard thing, and it doesn't take much effort to smash it, but it takes a lot of time, and it's not easy.Wang Ting saw Ada hit it a few times, and came over with a dustpan.

"What's the matter, niece?" Qian Xiaofeng saw her coming, and stopped to look at her.

"Ada, let me try. You help Ada add rice." Wang Ting stuffed the dustpan into her arms, took the wooden stake in her hand, and stood beside the ground stone, eager to try.

"The stake is heavy, you won't..."

"I'll try," before Qian Xiaofeng finished speaking, Wang Ting started, raised the wooden stake, and smashed it down again.

"Boom"

There was a dull crashing sound from the stone mill on the ground, and the sweet ear grass in the stone mill was smashed, and the wooden stake was raised, and then smashed down again, after several times, the sweet ear grass was almost smashed into broken branches.

"Ah, do you think this is okay?" Wang Ting asked while supporting the stake.

"That's it, it doesn't take that much effort." Qian Xiaofeng was worried that Wang Ting would hurt herself. After watching for a while, she found that she had made no mistakes. She confessed, and went back to Liangshan, adding a handful of rice, and kept her eyes on her. Wang Ting's side.

"Every girl is curious, the wooden stake is heavy, she is small, she has no strength, what if..." Qian Xiaofeng looked at Liang Shan helplessly, hoping that Liang Shan would persuade Wang Ting, who girl played this, who I'm not doing embroidery when I'm free!

"Children are like this. The more you stop her, the more curious she becomes. Let her try it. She's tired after trying it. She won't do it next time." Liang Shan looked at his good-looking granddaughter who was smashing vigorously over there, worried in his heart, Don't tire people out.

The sweet ear grass on Wang Ting's side was ground into green mud, and all the glutinous rice on Liangshan's side was also ground into powder. The grass mud is mixed together, kneaded, kneaded into balls, squeezed into big balls one by one, flattened into cakes, wrapped in zong leaves, and steamed in a pot.

Wang Ting and Liangshan both washed their hands to help. The three people, grandparents and grandchildren, had a detailed division of labor. The one who kneaded the dumplings kneaded the dumplings, the one who pressed the dumplings pressed the dumplings, and the one who wrapped the dumplings with zongzi leaves. Soon a pot of glutinous rice was finished.Put it on the stove for an hour.

Dinner tonight is late, after seven o'clock.

Wang Ting was also guarding the stove, and Dabai was also guarding. As soon as the sweet cakes came out of the pot, Qian Xiaofeng put one in the bowl for Wang Ting and asked her to eat outside.

Qian Xiaofeng was going to stir-fry two dishes, one was stir-fried red Chinese vegetables, and the other was stir-fried sour bamboo shoots with meat. The meat was brought back from Liangshan.

Sitting in the main room, Wang Ting peeled off the zong leaves with a chopstick in each hand, revealing the dark green sweet baba inside. The sweet baba just out of the pan was scalding hot. Wang Ting took a small piece of it and tasted it. Here comes the taste.

This kind of sweet baba, my mother in the previous life also made it in this season, but it is not called sweet baba, it is called Ai Ye baba.

Dabai squatted next to Wang Ting, staring at her bowl eagerly, waiting for Wang Ting to feed it, seeing that a sweet cake was about to go into Wang Ting's mouth, it didn't even taste a bite, so it quit immediately.

The goose pecks at Wang Ting, the little heartless one, how could he have a big brother in his heart, only that stinky boy Nie Zhijie, what is there to eat? Remember him, it is so big that the goose is by my side, I can’t see it, it hurts the goose too much upset.

Wang Ting remembered the past, her leg hurt, she woke up, she turned her head and saw Dabai, stared at her angrily, and scolded her for having no conscience.

Glancing at the only mouthful of Ai Ye Baba left in the bowl, Wang Ting smiled guiltyly, and stuffed it into Dabai's mouth, blocking what it was about to curse.

"Is it delicious? I'll get you an extra one for dinner." Carrying an empty bowl, he ran into the kitchen, too lazy to listen to Dabai's chirping.

Dabai swallowed the sweet cake in his mouth, and decided to have a lot of adults, not to care about it with Wang Ting, and firmly refused to admit that it was bought by Wang Ting who promised to give it an extra sweet cake.

Qian Xiaofeng finished frying two dishes, put the sweet cakes in a basket, and served them all on the table.

For the sweet baba in the big white bowl, Wang Ting not only kept her promise, but also gave him an extra one, but Da Bai happily called "goose, goose, goose" and praised Wang Ting for being a good girl, and he didn't love her for nothing.

Wang Ting's head was full of black lines, and her mouth twitched.

　It's too late, don't say anything...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)