Zhu Ziye was still skeptical of Shen Jiao's words, and said to himself: "Sichuan pepper can kill insects? Is there a spirit? ”

Uncle Liu hurriedly said: "Didn't this girl just say let me give it a try, you can go back and cook porridge for the pillar to drink according to this method, you don't know if you don't want to do it!" ”

"Yes, yes, I'll go back. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "The pillar master came back to his senses at this time, and he was about to leave, and he couldn't even take care of the mutton on the ground."

Uncle Liu saw the pillar master of the six gods and no master, and hurriedly instructed: "I still have some rice at home, you ask my daughter-in-law to catch a few handfuls for you, I will take care of these mutton for you, you can go back with confidence!" ”

Zhu Ziye nodded gratefully, and didn't care about what to say, he strode away, and soon disappeared.

Uncle Liu shook his head, squatted down and brought the mutton of the pillar master to his stall, and soon someone came to buy the mutton, most of them asked Uncle Liu's own fat mutton, but he tried his best to amortize the lean mutton of the pillar lord to the people.

Shen Jiao pulled Ma Xinghua to look at other stalls, and Ma Xinghua asked in a low voice: "Jiaojiao, Sichuan pepper can really fight insects?" ”

"That's what the book says, but I haven't tried." Shen Jiao replied.

Ma Xinghua breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that it was said in the book: "Then you can't be wrong, Jiaojiao, you read so many books." ”

Her tone was envious, the Ma family had an unusual respect for scholars, which is why Ma Xinghua was able to graduate from primary school, unlike other girls on the farm, who never went to school for a day.

A girl like Ma Xinghua, who has graduated from primary school, can be said to be a female champion in the local area, and there is no one out of a hundred people, and there are very few of them.

But Ma Xinghua felt that she still had too little to learn, because she had heard the third brother talk about it in her letter before, saying that the girls in the city had all gone to junior high school and high school, and even had to go to college, and said that the girl was no worse than the boy, and she must let the family provide for her and Orchid to go to school, don't follow the other girls in the village, marry and have a baby at the age of fourteen or fifteen!

Ma Hongbing's words still have a lot of weight at home, and because of this, Ma Xinghua was able to graduate from primary school, if it weren't for the closure of the school, she might even go to junior high school and high school.

Therefore, Ma Xinghua is very envious of Shen Jiao for reading so many books, and is willing to be close to Shen Jiao, in her opinion, a cultural person is a good person and a civilized person!

If Shen Jiao knew her thoughts, she would definitely correct her very seriously, cultural people are worse than uneducated people, and they have more eyes!

The three of them walked around one stall after another, and bought some white flour, cornmeal and other grains one after another, and the things were almost done, Ma Xinghua said that she would go to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy sugar, oil and salt, etc., and the three of them went back.

Shen Jiao suddenly paused and walked towards one of the stalls, the location of this stall was very remote, and the front of the stall was also very deserted, with a few customers, and they all left after asking a few words, and there were very few people who bought.

What attracts Shen Jiao's eyes is the things sold in the stalls, which is a common dim sum in the alleys of the sea market, called fried steamed buns, the small and delicate steamed buns are fried golden and crispy, and the filling is made of pig skin jelly, after the raw steamed buns are fried, the pork is frozen, not to mention how fragrant it is when you bite into it, it is Shen Jiao's favorite snack in the sea market.

It's just that this kind of snack in the north is rarely seen, and even if there is no authentic Haishi, the taste is 108,000 miles away, and you can't eat the fragrant, fresh, crispy and crispy steamed buns in Haishi.

Not to mention Sanlipu Town, there are only rough and solid mutton buns here, one bun can make Shen Jiao half full, and the fried steamed buns can't even be seen.

Suddenly Jiangnan snacks appeared in such a northwest town, and it was no wonder that Shen Jiao was attracted.

The person selling the fried steamed buns was a middle-aged woman dressed plainly and cleanly, dressed no different from the local women, also decorated with patched plackets, and the red headscarf covered her face tightly, revealing only a pair of deep eyes.

Although she was dressed up very sloppily, Shen Jiao could still see the difference between this woman, the most different thing was her temperament, which was completely different from the women around her who seemed to be burning eggplants, clean and clean, her whole body was neat, and the stall in front of her was also very refreshing, with white and tender navels lying on the panel, and a pot of mixed stuffing next to her, as well as two small bowls.

One bowl is green green onions, the other is fried sesame seeds, and there is a small stove in front of the woman, and an iron plate is set on the stove, and a dozen steamed buns are fried sizzlingly, exuding an attractive fragrance.

After the steamed buns are fried, they are shoveled aside and sprinkled with chopped green onions and sesame seeds, and the fragrance is instantly upgraded, attracting more people to come and watch, most of them parents with children.

"What is this? Look weird and good-looking. "Some people look so strange that they can't do it.

The middle-aged woman didn't answer, just stretched out two fingers and compared, and then lowered her head to wrap the steamed bun again.

"It turned out to be a dumb person, and the food he made was quite particular, but it was a little more expensive, and the small one cost two cents, and one couldn't fit my mouth!"

"That's it, you can buy a big baked cake for two cents, why buy this?"

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Most of them were scared away by the price quoted by the woman, and only a few of them couldn't bear the child's plea and paid two cents to buy one for the child to try.

The child bit through the skin of the fried steamed bun, revealing the bright pork jelly filling inside, and the fragrance even the adults next to him couldn't stand it, and couldn't stop swallowing saliva.

"Let's go, this fragrance is stinging people!"

The adults scolded and dragged the child away, afraid that if they stayed, they would no longer be able to bear the loser!

Shen Jiao couldn't hold back when she smelled this familiar fragrance, quickened her pace, and almost trotted to the woman.

"Auntie will bring me ten raw fried." Shen Jiao said crisply and handed over the two dimes.

The middle-aged woman's hand paused, her head that had been lowered quickly raised, and she glanced at Shen Jiao very quickly, with a look and exploration in her eyes, but she quickly lowered her head again, took out a clean piece of paper, packed ten raw decoctions and handed it to Shen Jiao, one big and one small, touched it with two hands.

The woman's hand was a little cold, but Shen Jiao still felt the softness and tenderness of this hand, and involuntarily looked at the woman's hand making steamed buns.

The nails are beautifully trimmed, the nail surface is polished, there is no dead skin on the side, the fingers are slender and white, and there is no trace of the knuckles that are thick and deformed by the local women because of farm work.

This woman could never be a local peasant woman!

Although Shen Jiao is curious, she is not without a desire to explore, her and her grandfather's current situation does not allow her to have too much curiosity, everything that has nothing to do with her and her grandfather, no matter how attractive it is, she will not take a step closer.