Zhong Yuemin spread the sliced potato slices on the cutting board and quickly shredded them, and the sound sounded like the sound of horses' hooves, attracting everyone to watch.

Wang Hong was pleasantly surprised: "Yuemin, your hand is too handsome, when will you teach me!"

"I'm free to turn around!"

Zheng Tong was dumbfounded: "Yuemin, I haven't seen you cook in BJ, when did you practice knife work?"

"Didn't I practice martial arts for two days, and the principle is the same. Okay Zheng Tong, let's see if the fire is on, and the shredded potatoes are waiting to be put into the pot. Zhong Yueming made a big deal of Zheng Tong with nonsense.

Zhong Yuemin accidentally exposed the skills he practiced when he was a single dog, when he first joined the work and ate takeout every day, and then he really didn't want to drink gutter oil, so he could only cook by himself.

Jiang Biyun poked her head out from behind the stove at this time: "It's not on yet, why is this stove so difficult to burn?"

"Oh, Jiang Biyun, why did you make your face black!" Wang Hong smiled when she saw Jiang Biyun like a cat.

"Did you get it black?" Jiang Biyun hurriedly wiped his face, but found that his hands were also black, so he simply gave up: "Forget it, which of you can make a fire, hurry up and help." ”

Wang Hong and Li Ping had never done housework at home, so they hurriedly shook their heads.

A few of the boys were very active, and they all went up to try to start a fire.

Zheng Tong clasped his hands, and his mouth was courteous, "I'll come, I'll come, Jiang Biyun, you rest first." ”

"You're getting started, what's the use of just standing. Jiang Biyun said disdainfully.

Zheng Tong said with a smile: "I belong to the brain, Zhao Dayong and they just do it, I mainly provide technical support." ”

Jiang Biyun rolled her eyes and ignored him.

Zheng Tong was bored with himself, touched his nose, and stood aside in a sneering manner.

Zhao Dayong occupied the door of the stove, took some dried leaves, Guo Jie lit a fire for him with a match, and after the leaves were burned, Zhao Dayong carefully sent them into the stove, and several other people did not dare to come out.

Zhao Dayong hurriedly sent some straw and small sticks inside, but he didn't know what was going on, and the fire was extinguished at once.

After that, I tried several times, but they all failed halfway, the fire was not seen, and the smoke filled the whole room, and the anxious Zhao Dayong was full of sweat.

"I'll try!" Zheng Tong finally waited for the right time to make a move.

"Will you?" Jiang Biyun hesitated.

"I'm ~ trying. Zheng Tong had no confidence in his voice.

Jiang Biyun said angrily: "You won't make a mess!"

"Isn't there also Zhong Yuemin, who can provide technical guidance. Zheng Tong looked at Zhong Yuemin and asked carefully, "Is it?" ”

"Don't look at me, I haven't burned this kind of earthen stove. "Zhong Yuemin can't help, he used to use a gas stove, and when he turned the switch, it was lit, where did he do this.

"Then what should I do, can I still eat at night?" Jiang Biyun said hurriedly.

"Why are you doing so much smoke?" a middle-aged woman walked in, choking and coughing.

"Auntie, we're cooking, but we can't light the fire. Jiang Biyun responded.

The woman laughed: "The branch secretary is afraid that the children in your city are not used to the conditions here, so he specially let them take a look." ”

"Great, auntie, come and help us, or we won't be able to eat." Wang Hong said happily.

The middle-aged woman drove them all away: "How can there be a male baby cooking, get out of the way, I'll come." ”

The male intellectuals hurriedly got out of the way, and they were all relieved, and it was really uncomfortable to be despised.

I saw a middle-aged woman quickly lighting a fire, and the fire in the stove obediently became more and more vigorous in her hands, and finally became a stable source of fire.

Jiang Biyun said happily: "Auntie, you are so powerful, we can't do it for a long time." ”

"There's nothing to fuss about, just mess around. The middle-aged woman didn't care, "What are you going to eat?"

Zhong Yuemin replied: "I'm going to fry a shredded potato and make a few cakes, let's deal with it first." ”

"Yes, yes, I'll grab some sauerkraut for you at home in a while, the sauerkraut here is fragrant, you like it." ”

"Thank you, auntie, I don't know what you call it?" Zhong Yuemin thanked.

"What do you call it?" the middle-aged woman was a little puzzled.

Wang Hong helped the translator and learned the northern Shaanxi dialect: "Auntie, she asked you what your name is." ”

"Hahaha, it turned out that I was asking this, and the city baby was talking in a crepe. Eda's name is Hu Chunhua, you can call it Echunhua. Chunhua couldn't do it, holding her stomach.

"Ah, what's the matter, let's call you Aunt Chunhua. Wang Hong said.

Chunhua shook her head: "Don't look at how old you are, in fact, you are only 25 years old this year, not a few years older than you." ”

Everyone was shocked at this time, it was really Chunhua who looked like a forty-year-old person, with dry hair, sallow skin, and wrinkles on her face that did not match her age.

Seeing that the educated youths were looking at themselves, he smiled bitterly: "The dog baby is a man, I married him when I was as old as you, and I have given birth to seven babies this year." ”

This news surprised everyone even more, seven births in ten years are equivalent to being in a state of pregnancy all the time, and they have no way of imagining it.

"It's normal to be like this, it's not strange. "Spring flowers comforted the educated youth.

Sent away the spring flowers, everyone was silent for a while, and then devoted themselves to the great cause of cooking, no matter how shocked you are, how you think about life, you are uncomfortable when you are hungry, and you are forced to find food.

Zhong Yuemin fried half a pot of shredded potatoes in three or two, Jiang Biyun reactivated the multigrain noodles, baked the cakes, and ate the sauerkraut sent by Chunhua, and everyone ate the first meal in Shichuan Village, which was regarded as a fire.

After eating, a few people who didn't cook began to wash the dishes, Zhong Yuemin walked to the courtyard, sat on the mill, and looked at the stars in the sky.

At this time, every household in the village turned off the lights, only a few dogs barked in the distance, except for some light in the cave behind him, the rest of the place was pitch black, black and pure, and a little lonely.

"Yuemin, what are you looking at?" Zheng Tong also walked out.

"It's okay, it's dark everywhere, there's nothing to see. ”

Zheng Tong hesitated for a moment and asked, "Yuemin, have you already thought about becoming a farmer?"

Then Zheng Tong continued: "I thought about it, farmers can't eat enough from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, isn't it a bit too bad. ”

"I didn't figure it out on the road, but I figure it out now. ”

"Want to understand what?"

"Since I want to be a farmer, I must be a good farmer, and I am ready to be a farmer who can eat enough. I'm going to feed everyone else, too. ”

Zheng Tong approached and wanted to touch Zhong Yuemin's forehead.

Zhong Yuemin opened it, "I don't have a fever!"

"That must be sick!

"Hehe~ Zheng Tong, are we good buddies······"

"Don't say it, from just now, we will break off!" Zheng Tong said and wanted to run.

Zhong Yuemin sneered and chased after him, sample, where to run.