I lived in the countryside when I was a child. After harvesting corn and rice every year, I will dry the straw and corn stalks, and my mother will take time to mix them together. Pull it into a small grass column. Use it every time you cook. It is flammable!
In our spare time, we will also dry the cut branches and cut them into pieces! When winter comes, you can make a fire on the brazier to keep warm, or you can bake sweet potatoes on the fire. It's delicious to warm up while eating!
Every Spring Festival, firewood is put on the stove and bacon, chicken, sausage and pig's head are cooked in a large pot. Soon the whole house will smell of meat. At that time, my favorite thing was to sit in front of the stove and make a fire. I stood up from time to time to watch my father cook.
Last year, I rented a bungalow in the suburbs and experienced the life of a small rural courtyard for one year. What makes us most happy is the iron pot firewood rice. When I first rented the yard, there was no stove in the yard. With the help of my neighbor's uncle, my husband built it brick by brick and shoveled mud. After using it for more than half a day, my husband was tired and happy.
After keeping in good health for three or four days, the hearth of the small courtyard welcomed its first guests, such as fat fish in iron pot, chicken in iron pot, and iron pot paste cakes served by everyone in turn, eating these. Everyone sighed and recalled the good times of childhood. For those of us who have never lived in the countryside, we have finally had enough addiction to rural yards. The firewood was lit, the smoke from the chimney and the hot soup rolled in the iron pot. This is life, different from the city, natural, simple, not anxious or dry.