Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Zhao Lanxiang watched him eating at the side, she licked her swollen lips smashing and smashing her swollen lips, her whole body still had this intense emotion. But she was still not satisfied, and asked: "Why are you and others telling you and Pan Yu about drilling cornfields, don't you clarify?"

He Songbai's cheeks chewing rice slowed down. He raised his head and glanced at Zhao Lanxiang. He said vaguely while eating: "It's hard to clarify this kind of thing..."

"Don't think about it anymore."

He Songbai quickly planed the rice in the lunch box and ate nothing left of the rice. After eating, he hurried back to the farm and invested heavily in the farm work.

On the other side, when Pan Yu ran out of the woods with tears, she was caught by Pan Sister. Pansao looked at the grove with a smile, "I went to see He's second child just now?"

With a contemptuous expression on her face, "Second Sister, your brain is broken when you study! No face, no shame, and you have been fooling around with the second son all day long. I want to tell Granny!"

The grandmother of the Pan family hated the He family deeply. If she knew that the granddaughter was still mixed with the boy of the He family, Pan Yu wouldn’t even have to read the book. Pan Sister thought that the eldest son was approaching the age of talking about family affairs. If the younger aunt got married earlier, she could earn some money for the boss.

Pan Yu's face was white, and he started shaking to wonder if he was angry or startled.

Pansao said that she ran up and ran off Pan Yu.

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A few days later, the millet in the field was all harvested, and the millet was flattened on the concrete floor for several days in a row. The farmers packed them and weighed them, and finally handed them over to the commune. The grain production of the first brigade of Hezitun was similar to that of last year. It has been steadily and steadily increasing in the good weather, but it is still far from the next brigade.

After receiving the grain, Li Dali was called to go to the county to hold a commendation meeting for the review of grain production. He couldn't achieve good results every year, and all meetings were to be listeners. However, he is also satisfied. Compared with other teams that have trailed the target, the first production team can complete the task according to the amount every year, and the results are excellent. Only with the "excellent" results of the second production team, it is not conspicuous.

After the summary reflection meeting, Li Dali asked the farmers to go back and rest for three days. Reclamation of terraced fields has kept them busy for a month and a half, and after a short break, they will breathe before continuing to reclaim the mountain fields.

Liang Tiezhu in the village next door helped the family collect the food and rode his big golden deer to "deliver" Zhao Lanxiang.

He went to the firehouse with a bag of beans, sweating and breathing heavily, and said to Zhao Lanxiang: "After the autumn harvest, there will be more grain, and I will be exhausted these days."

Liang Tiezhu didn't collect Zhao Lanxiang's money. He looked at He Songbai's sentiment and helped Zhao Lanxiang "white work". Zhao Lanxiang was also very grateful to him. When he was ready to sell the pastries, he would leave some for him to take home sweetly mouth.

When Liang Tiezhu came, she was making rice noodles and just greeted him for breakfast.

She plucked out the freshly baked intestine powder, which was thin and smooth with white skin and white flowers, and could be broken by blowing.

The noodles are cheap and delicious, but the shelf life is short and they are sold quickly. When the sky is dark, they can go to the store to buy them. Sometimes they are harder to grab than fat pork. Therefore, Zhao Lanxiang gave up the idea of ​​eating rice noodles and has always been eating noodles. After the autumn harvest, He Songbai happened to be idle. She took a bag of rice and urged him to grind the rice flour, turning the rice into a thin and sticky rice milk.

She greeted Liang Tiezhu to sit down and put a plate of intestine in front of him.

The white rice rolls are wrapped with corn kernels, beans, and minced pork, rolled into a tube, and poured with a spoonful of delicious marinade before leaving the oven. It tastes smooth and refreshing. The thinner and finer the rice rolls are, the more they can absorb the marinade. Delicious.

Liang Tiezhu was already hungry. The golden intestine powder in the snow was filled with steaming heat. He couldn't wait to stir it with chopsticks, and the white powdery coat was immediately stained with golden sauce. A bite was smooth and tender, so hot that the tongue was breathing out, and the oil of corn kernels and beans was crisp and sweet, and the meat was contaminated with the right marinade. The wonderful taste intertwined with the thin powder coat made him squint in joy. Eyes closed.

He shouted and said, "Ah, your skill in making rice noodles is much better than that of a state-run restaurant. This juice is really fragrant!"

Liang Tiezhu couldn't describe it. It was such a beautiful taste. He killed one of them in twos and twos, and solved the other five by the wind and the clouds. Such authentic craftsmanship can never be met. It was even found here for him. This taste tastes like a teacher who has been making rice noodles for many years. His craftsmanship is so old-fashioned that when Liang Tiezhu finishes the meal, he immediately thinks of it.

Zhao Lanxiang was very full after eating three, and she said, "Let me see what you brought this time."

She opened the cloth bag and grabbed a handful of it to see, "It's kidney beans."

Liang Tiezhu scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Flour rice or something, I guess it's enough to touch your side. Last time I heard you said I wanted some brown grain, I just brought you a bag of kidney beans yesterday."

His embarrassment seems to be that the things brought this time are not allowed on the countertop. What kind of things can be eaten, such as kidney beans, boiled and eaten without taste, but there are people who are not full enough to mix it into the meal to eat together .

The steamed kidney beans are glutinous and white, and the taste is not much worse than rice.

Zhao Lanxiang smiled and collected the kidney beans. "Let's make some kidney bean cakes for sale next time. Be sure to reserve some for you to try. It's delicious."

Liang Tiezhu nodded, and after a good meal he rode his big golden deer and set off. It is a pity that the rice noodles must be eaten fresh while hot, and they are delicious after a long time. Otherwise, he must ask for more roots and bring them to eat on the road.

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He Songbai also ate a few intestines, and the dark eyes revealed a bit of pleasure when he bite it.

He looked at the light plate after eating, his eyes darkened.

He strode outside the door and greeted Tie Zhu.

Liang Tiezhu had already ridden the front of the car a few meters away and reluctantly adjusted it back. He asked, "What's the matter, brother?"

He Songbai unloaded the grain in the back seat of Liang Tiezhu without a word, and tied it tightly with a rope on the crossbar between the front and the seat. He patted Liang Tiezhu's head, Shen Sheng said: "I will go with you."

Liang Tiezhu was shocked, and immediately a smirk smiled on his face.

"Think it?"

He greeted Song Bai with a frowning eyebrow and said, "I have known for a long time that you can't help it. Come on, brother, today I'll drive you into the city to fool."

Liang Tiezhu used his superb car skills to carry a cart of food plus an adult man, stupidly riding the big golden deer steadily.

He sang the folk songs all the way, whistle, and happily said to He Songbai in the back seat of the car: "I tell you, although the other people look down on our shameful business, but they can't do without us, no one is lacking clothes. When we broke the grain? We put our heads on the pants. It is convenient for people to bring them to the crotch. No matter how glorious, glorious but we are glorious."

"Are you right?"

The author has something to say: there is one more tonight!

To make up for yesterday's laziness, tomorrow's double change!

If I can’t do it, I will send three hundred red packets and squeeze out my pockets o(╥﹏╥)o