Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Jiang Li left, and after a meal he disappeared from Hezitun.

As soon as she left, many educated youths felt that this should be the case, and they couldn't help but envy. How many people have been in Hezitun for several years, and the long-time old educated youth went to the countryside even ten years ago.

Jiang Li is the only educated youth to return to the city, which is enviable.

She can go home, go home forever, will not stay in the ravine and take root.

He Songbai knew that the female educated youth who often came to his house for dinner in the brigade had returned to the city and was very surprised.

Jiang Li is one of the very few people on the team who can be mentioned with Zhao Lanxiang, even more so than Zhao Lanxiang! Although everyone comes from the city, there is a difference between people. Jiang Li and Zhao Lanxiang are also young and handsome female educated youths, and have a good family...

With the addition of the two people, they still got together, and many people thought they were very good friends.

Jiang Li's departure actually affected He Songbai's parting worries. He... of course was not reluctant to leave Jiang Li, but faced a cruel fact.

Subject will leave sooner or later! She won't stay here for long.

He scooped water into the big water tank, so silent, he stopped working.

Zhao Lanxiang said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm still waiting for you to scoop--"

Before she finished, she saw He Songbai silently leave.

Zhao Lanxiang's face was inexplicable, and she was afraid that she would not understand that this man was down for Jiang Li's departure.

She was only worried about the trivial matters on the pig farm. She scooped up the water and got some braised pig intestines out of the pottery jar and went to He Songbai's room.

Zhao Lanxiang knocked on the door.

It took a long time for a dull and vague voice from the man to say: "Something?"

She pushed the door straight in and said with a grin: "The pig you brought back yesterday was drained. I've cured it. Come and try it, it's delicious."

She placed the braised pig intestine lovingly on the man’s table. Her fingers stroked the broken bottle by his window. The flowers inside had already been thanked. He folded a pine branch and inserted it. Inside, the green needles were Under the sun, it looks like wax, smooth and shiny.

Zhao Lanxiang tasted it with a piece of it. It was crunchy, the marinade was delicious, and the chewy mouth was full of oil.

She also clipped a piece to the man sitting with her back to her, feeding him with one hand, "Is it delicious?"

"I tell you, pork is not only fat but delicious, these cheap pigs are just launched--"

Before Zhao Lanxiang finished his words, his lips engulfed in his eager and hot kiss. His teeth knocked her, and his cold mouth sucked on her lips, bringing a burst of coolness, but it quickly became hot, very, very hot...

He was like an impatient hair-headed boy who pressed her into bed impatiently, his eyes dark and dark, staring straight at her like a wolf.

The moment the lips separated, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help laughing.

She touched his lush green hair, which had grown long and had no time to take care of. The soft hair that grows from the hair of the hand, and it feels elegant when it is pulled down. The sharp brows covered in the hair faded a little aggressiveness. Her hand finally opened the hair in his forehead and looked at him and asked:

"what happened to you?"

What makes you so frustrated?

He Songbai did not answer, pressed her hard again, kissed fiercely, like a little wolf cub.

In the cold winter twelfth lunar month, there was a body like a stove attached to him, and Zhao Lanxiang was a little bit moved, and there was a longing of desire for him in his heart, longing for his love. He caressed, he was unreasonable and domineering .

Finally, he grabbed a woman's soft buttocks hard and gasped slightly on one side.

He asked: "Have you bought the ticket for the New Year home?"

There are educated youths in the twelfth lunar brigade to buy the return ticket, hand in the letter of introduction and go to the train station to buy it. The Spring Festival transport is not as good as it used to be. It has to be prepared earlier, but it will not be too early.

Zhao Lanxiang shook her head and couldn't help laughing: "What's in your head, let me see?"

"How can I buy a ticket now?"

He Songbai was silent for a moment and gasped again. "When will you go back?"

Zhao Lanxiang thought about it and said, "Come along with everyone, um...why, can't you bear me?"

She rubbed the man's reddish ears and rolled over against his elbow.

"Reluctant to give me a word, take advantage of it now. Otherwise -"

The Spring Festival is long, you will not be able to kiss!

Of course Zhao Lanxiang's words didn't have a chance to finish, which man could bear her being so provocative.

After the kiss, Zhao Lanxiang could obviously feel the strong reaction from his body.

He and she, in the end, silently gasped silently in the dim room, their breathing disordered and heavy.

In the quiet house, even the sound of needles can be heard clearly, and the chaotic breath became a blushing voice.

Zhao Lanxiang licked her lips and finally said, "Relax, I will be back soon."

This sentence Zhao Lanxiang also said last time when she came home. She was like a kite holding a trail. No matter how far she flies, she always wants to go home. And He Songbai, who was waiting for her in Hezitun, could do anything except for "the wind is light and the clouds quiet".

"be careful on the road."

...

Laba, the team killed the pig.

After handing over the stipulated by the state, the remaining members of the big fat pig brigade share one piece. From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, the heads of these pigs are more than two hundred pounds. They were raised by the members of the society. When the pigs are killed, people from far away can hear howling pigs.

That's really big.

He Songbai is a bit of a pig-killer. The master of the Year of the Pig can finally pay an extra pound of pork as a reward. They can also pick back the pig intestines and livers that are not popular.

He Songbai knew that the subject likes to eat pigs, and he eagerly tried to kill the pigs by pulling up his sleeves.

Zhao Lanxiang took the man's hand and shook his head.

"Don't go, wait for the pork to be divided."

"Let's be low-key, don't you lack this bite?"

More than two hundred kilograms of big pigs were ripped and broken, and a pot of pig blood was received. After the pig was killed, the fresh large intestine was picked up by the pig killer. According to the annual contribution centimeters, each household can be divided into about ten pounds of pork, and even more can be divided into twenty pounds of pork.

This is the case with Li Dalijia. The family has four strong laborers and two medium laborers, all earning a lot of money.

Li Cuihua got a lot of pork belly and sent it to her grandmother.

She smiled a bite of glutinous rice teeth with a smile, "My family thanks to his mother-in-law's care, seeing him like this can walk and work in spring."

Grandma Li was not interested in this kind of pork belly, pork intestine and liver, but remembered that Zhao Zhiqing at home liked it, so she stayed.

She responded faintly, "You're welcome."

"You take some of these fritters and eat them."

Granny Li pushed the glutinous rice fritters filled with enamel bowls, stuffed with black sesame seeds, fried to be oily and tender, and it looked like a very expensive Chinese New Year food. It is appropriate to take away relatives and friends.

Li Cuihua took a piece of oil cake to eat.

"Um-delicious!"

The outside of the glutinous rice cake is crispy and crispy, and the skin is soft. The glutinous rice inside is tender and smooth, mixed with the scent of oil and sesame. It is sweet and delicious and not greasy. Come out, so fragrant that people patronize and lick the sesame sand. This kind of pancake takes care of the taste of the elderly. It has the right sweetness. It is crisp on the outside and soft on the inside. It is soft and non-sticky when chewed. It is rare that the outside is actually fried so well in shape.

Li Cuihua, who had only intended to eat one with his face in his face, couldn't help but touch another one to eat.

"Grandma, did you make this cake yourself, or did you buy it from the supply and marketing cooperative?"

The Li Cuihua family paid off the debt this year, and paid back the debt for the treatment of his son. Fortunately, the first three sons have also become bigger every year, and next year they will be able to pay off the debt again. They lived in a hurry. They also gritted their teeth and bought Fuqiang powder glutinous rice noodles to make some sugar cakes for the New Year. The New Year passed prosperously, and the new year only had hope.

But her family's wedding cake is far worse than this.

Granny Li said with a blank expression: "Sent by Zhao Zhiqing who lives at home."

She said so that Li Cuihua envied the He family. Zhao Zhiqing is really good. She married the red gown she married.

In comparison, male educated youths are not as intimate as girls, but the Li family still earns a rent every month.

"In the event of a landslide, the brigade paid a lot of money to comfort the injured members, and the educated youth dormitory was afraid of falling!"

"This is just right!"

Auntie Li heard that she didn't want to continue with Li Cuihua, she was not used to dealing with people.

She issued a guest order, "You can take a few more cakes back, I can't entertain you with energy."

Granny Li asked her grandson to come over and wash away the pork belly.

Zhao Lanxiang also got a few pounds of pork, and also miraculously mixed a complete pair of pigs into the water. This was obtained by He Songbai for the few pounds of fat they got. The heavy weight is more than ten pounds, plus a pig's trotter, such a rich dish, she is now set: make hot pot!

Pork miso hot pot!

For this hot pot, she collected the ingredients for a long time, bought a lot of peppers from the villagers, and went to the black market to buy several pounds of oil. The peppers were dried to make chili powder. Several large bowls of red oil came out.

The essence of hot pot lies in the deliciousness of the ingredients and the rich, spicy red oil of the soup base. Zhao Lanxiang loves spicy hot pot, and Hongcancan's pot of soup rolls with saffron, which makes it more appetizing.

The pork was freshly killed today. She boiled it with a large tube of bone and a secret soup of fresh soup last night and simmered it for a whole night. It hung for eight hours of beautiful soup, and the soup was clear and rich.

She cleaned all the pig's water, cut it into uniform pieces, and cut the pork into thin slices. The tender meat was white and orange, and it was very beautiful. It was mixed with a little raw meat and placed in the bowl. Wash the fresh cabbage in the field, wash and slice the radishes and winter bamboo shoots, and soak the mushrooms.

At the same time, the soup base was made with star anise, cinnamon, nutmeg, pepper, sliced ​​scallion, etc., poured into red oil, and after everything was done, she went to yell and drank to eat.

Before Tang Qing Laba expected that Zhao Lanxiang would like to make a delicious meal, he had early to pay the food stamps and money and begged her to "pick" him back to dinner. After Jiang Li left, only Zhou Jiazhen left alone to live alone Without entering Li Dehong's secretary's house, Zhao Lanxiang solicited the opinions of Grandma Li.

Grandma agreed, "No matter how many people there are, so many people are lively... The He family hasn't had a lively New Year for a long time."

"It’s just a meal, you emphasize that you just made it yourself."

Zhao Lanxiang happily invited two friends from Tang Qing and Zhou Jiazhen. Although He Songbai was somewhat "jealous" of Tang Zhiqing, he watched the object happily tinkering with so many delicious foods, and reluctantly agreed.

"Huh?" He nodded his lips and put his face down to stare at the subject.

Zhao Lanxiang hugged him and kissed him. He walked out of his house and invited Tang Qing and Zhou Jiazhen to dinner.

That night, counting the sisters and sisters of the He family, plus two "outsiders", a total of six people, surrounded by the stove to eat, was very lively.

Zhao Lanxiang left the meat stewed in the clear soup to Li Dali and Grandma, and the rest who could eat spicy food began to eat the pigs together. The red soup was brightly roasted by firewood and bubbling, red hair Dark, full of thick fragrance, steamed up and rose round the whole fire room.

Zhao Lanxiang took a small half of the pork belly, pork intestine, and pork down, grabbed the heat, and waited for the soup to roll up. Then he used a spoon to put aside the dried chili floating in the noodle soup and smiled and let the meat eat.

"Sanya, quickly, you come first."

She sealed the stove, and the fiery charcoal in the stove extinguished the flame slightly.

Tang Qing took the lead in eating a piece of pork. The first feeling was spicy. The freshness of the pork came from the top of the mountain. The spicy taste accompanied the tenderness of the pork and pushed the freshness of the meat to the extreme. It was tender and smooth. Cook for a while, and cook for less. He snapped a second piece of pork with a quick eye.

The pork belly is crunchy and chewy, full of toughness, spicy and delicious.

"Delicious, delicious... spicy dead!"

Tang Qing sighed and took a cool breath, silently opened the red grain daqu he bought from the supply and marketing cooperatives. The large porcelain bowl was filled with clear liquor, and the fragrance of the wine drifted away. He also filled He Songbai, and Zhou Jiazhen blushed a little.

A pleasant and warm atmosphere rumbles in the dilapidated room. Everyone bury their heads to eat, satisfied and happy. After eating this meal, it seems nothing of a year of hard work. Such a rich dinner is happy and profound. People have endless aftertastes.

Satisfied Tang Qing even remembers the spicy hot pot even decades later. It adds a bit of goodness to his painful years when he went to the countryside. It is memorable...

He Songbai eats a piece of meat, drinks a bite of wine, and chews a few grains of peanuts, but only feels the happiest thing in his life.

His dark eyes silently skimmed a few smiling objects, wine, food and beloved objects, his appetite was excellent, and he ate a bowl of rice more than usual.

Zhao Lanxiang also wanted him to eat more meat. Where else will there be people who eat hot pot in the future generations? People are busy eating meat, so he is the most stupid, just eat!

She glanced at the elder sister, who tried hard to give her brother meat to eat.

He Songbai shook his head quickly, "Enough is enough."

Where life can be so satisfying once, blessings are less with one bit, he tastes sweet and his mouth is enough, he only hopes to stay enough, regret next time next time, there are more more ...He can't be too greedy.

God doesn't make people satisfied enough.

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Lifetime Jun: emmmmm...... Why don't you eat meat to eat?

Xiangxiang actually just wants to feed you

Brother Bo chin deep in his hands and said: she loves me

Lifetime Jun: Hey, you scheming dog!