Tong Jizhou had dinner at Lao Song's house, and chatted with Song Ci for a while about the next chapter of Zhang Gang, so Song Chunan accompanied him to the captain's house to borrow it.

"Sister, what are you talking about?"

After Li Shenxing finished his homework and asked his aunt to help him correct it, he packed his schoolbag and came over to play Go with his cousin.

Song porcelain took the black first, and the son Tianyuan fell.

"He wrote books and asked me for my opinion. ”

Li Shenxing fell quickly, and his sister with a face was really powerful:

"Are you going to write a script for your sister?"

Song Ci was amused by his admiring little expression, and said vaguely:

"Sort of. ”

Strictly speaking, she made certain requests, which is a customization, which seems to be a little similar to the script.

Where did Li Shenxing understand the twists and turns here, and turned his head and shouted:

"Auntie, grandma, sister are going to make a movie again!"

Song Ci's hand trembled, and a sunspot fell to the ground, rolling to an empty corner, looking extremely sad and pitiful.

She kept in mind the principle of no regrets, and did not reach out to pick it up, but released her mental power to move the chess piece again, and rolled it to the original position to finish.

When Li Shengnan and Mrs. Song heard this, they both asked curiously:

"Really, Bao'er is going to make a movie again? Why didn't you tell your family? Is it still Director Yang's film?"

Song Ci hurriedly clarified:

"No, Director Yang is still busy editing a film, and he doesn't have time to make a new film.

My brother misunderstood, but in fact, Tong Jizhou wanted to write a book and asked me to give it to the staff officer. ”

Li Shengnan listened funny, and gently tapped the tip of her nose:

"You're giving people ideas again?"

Mrs. Song hugged her little granddaughter and glared at her disapprovingly:

"Talk as you speak, do whatever you do. Our Bao'er is so smart, can it be a general idea? If it wasn't good, reporter Tong wouldn't have listened to it. ”

Li Shenxing also stood on his cousin's side:

"Yes, three stinkers, race Zhuge Liang. My sister said yes, it must be good, and if you put it in the bookstore and sell it, there must be a lot of children who want to see it.

Sister, can you show me first?"

The little cousin supported his cousin with practical actions.

Song Ci was a little embarrassed.

They're not writing children's literature.

"I'll talk about it when I'm done. ”

She shirked like this, and there was no trace of a pole.

Handwritten millions of words, according to Tong Jizhou's current hand speed, it will take two or three years to say the least.

Li Shenxing understood the little routine in her words, and happily agreed.

"Okay, you write slowly, I'm not in a hurry. ”

Song Ci also smiled, you can't be in a hurry.

After the little oolong made it clear, the two of them continued to play chess, Li Shengnan looked at her high school textbook bitterly, and Mrs. Song sorted out the budding rice leaves in the sack.

Corn is also a treasure all over the body.

Tender corn can be boiled and roasted, and it can also be ground into flour to make pasted cakes and steamed nests as a staple food, and it can also be fed to chickens;

Wet corn stalks taste sweet, and children can gnaw them as sugarcane; when they are dried, they can be used as firewood and can be used to cover the roof;

Corn silk can be drunk with sencha;

The leaves of the corn can also be processed as a mat for steaming pasta, which is the same as the cage drawer cloth used in some places, but it is more convenient, and the steamed pasta will have a faint plant fragrance, which is very good.

Mrs. Song sorted out the bud rice leaves of this steamed pasta.

Because it is something that needs to touch the entrance, the cleanest internal leaves in the corn are used, and they must be wide enough to be large and strong.

A corn will wrap several layers of leaves, and it is generally necessary to remove the outermost and innermost one or two layers of leaves, leaving the middle two layers.

After picking it off, cut off the head and tail, then spread it on the knees, put it on one by one, string it with a long needle and thread, and finally hang it up to dry it for later use.

The north is dominated by pasta, and the family population is large, a day or two to steam a pot of big steamed buns, bud rice leaves are used quickly, to prepare a year's amount, it also takes a few days of work.

Soon Song Chun'an came back with two letters.

One is for Song porcelain, and the other is for Daddy Song.

Song Ci's envelope had already been opened, and it was estimated that Song Chun'an opened it directly when he got it at the captain's house, and handed it to her directly when he came back.

"What Gu Mingjing wrote to you is nothing serious. ”

Silly dad commented.

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