Xiang Gang came back this time, and the money and tickets he brought were actually not a lot, the money was an allowance saved for many years, and the tickets were exchanged for someone in private. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info knew that the countryside was short of tickets, so he specially raised a lot before coming.

I thought that it should cost more money to repair the house, but I don't know that the president and they all like tickets, so if they don't bring the tickets, there are only a few cloth tickets and industrial coupons left in advance, and there is not a single food stamp left. I had to wait until I returned to the army and sent it to her.

Qingling shook her head: "No, I have enough food to eat." There are still two acres of millet in the belly of the mountain waiting for her to harvest, even if she doesn't earn work in the second half of the year, she will have enough to eat.

Xiang Gang was only polite to her, smiling and no longer talking.

The thin slices of honey-colored meat, neatly stacked on two plates, one in the hall and one in the wing, were delivered, and said to the people who had just laughed: "I invited you to drink wine and eat meat tonight, why do you talk so much!"

"See, Gangzi's ears are red. Xiang took the meat from the second uncle and smiled ambiguously.

Everyone laughed again.

Xiang Gang has nothing to do with them, they are all elders, so they can't be faceless. Besides, he and the girl are indeed dealing with each other, and they are not afraid of what people say.

"Let's go! Let's bake and eat fresh. Xiang Gang led Qingling back to the campfire.

Of course, it's still a little far from the fire, otherwise it can heat people to death.

Xiang just took the tongs and took out the burning wooden blocks, threw them into the basin prepared in advance, and extinguished them with a snort, leaving a few pieces of charcoal that were about to burn out, and continued to roast the remaining pork.

After doing this, he sat down next to Qingling and concentrated on roasting her. Cut a thin slice from the pork leg, sprinkle with a little spice, brush with a layer of honey, bake for a while, and then brush with a layer of honey.

The meat and honey are perfectly combined, and it can be said to be full of color and flavor.

Xiang Gang put the roasted meat in a bowl and let Qingling eat it slowly with chopsticks, reminding her to be careful of scalding.

From time to time, there was a slight popping sound from the campfire.

Around the campfire, men barbecue meat and women eat.

I was embarrassed to eat alone, so Qingling asked the man if he wanted it, and the man opened his mouth and motioned for her to feed. Who kept his hands busy.

Qing Lingqiao blushed and fed him two pieces of meat, and when she saw that there was not much meat left, she blurted out and asked, "Why don't you take my share and roast it?"

Xiang Gang's eyes were full of smiles, and he turned his head to look at her: "The master's share of the wine the day after tomorrow will be used, and yours will be kept and eaten slowly." There was still a sentence in my heart: her meat was roasted at his house, and the long-tongued women in the village should gossip again: the people did not enter the door, but the things were delivered first.

When Qingling heard what he said, she also remembered how many tables the master's family had to organize. How can there be a banquet that doesn't make meat dishes, it's all vegetables, and vermicelli to make up the numbers. Fortunately, Xiang Gang was shrewd, and before dividing the meat, he left a front leg meat for his own people.

Pigs are not the same as sheep. Sheep is the meat of the hind legs, because the hind legs like to kick, like to plan, after a long time the meat is firm, and it tastes chewy. The pig has good front legs, fat but not greasy, strong but not relaxed, shakes three times when you move, full of meat, not as thin as the hind legs.

She and her master were pulled to the team of "repairing the house and helping the work" by Xiang Gang, and they were given ten catties of foreleg meat in the open. The master's ten catties are just for the banquet, and her ten catties, the master and the master will not use anything. said that she came back from Ming'er County, and with enough salt, she was salted to make bacon. I had to hang it in the well first.

Speaking of the well, Qingling remembered that there was still a basket of mountain grapes hanging from the mouth of her well, and urged Xiang Xiang to take it to relieve everyone's hangover and eliminate greasyness.

Xiang Gang pointed in the direction of the river port behind the house, "When the book came, I came with a watermelon, and I hung it in the river, and I cut it and ate it after a while." Mountain grapes will not spoil if left for a few more days, so you can keep them and eat them slowly. ”

"That's right, the secretary's own plot grows watermelons. Qingling said enviously.

Ordinary people's self-reserved land is either to grow vegetables or rapeseed for oil extraction, and few are to grow recreational fruits. Xiang Rongxin's family has a single population, in addition to the strong labor force of full work, it is a female compatriot who can hold up half the sky, and the "laggard" is only a small grandson, and because he is still young, the basic rations per head are enough for him to eat. Although the son was divided into separate ones, the land reserved by the two families was still used together, seven points of vegetables and three points of melons and fruits, to satisfy the hunger of the little grandson.

Xiang Gang looked at her with a smile: "Do you like to eat watermelon? That's easy to do, I'll plant some for you in the spring next year." A comrade-in-arms of mine, the watermelon produced in his hometown tastes better than ours, and I will ask for some seeds and plant them for you next year. ”

Qingling pursed her lips and hung her head shyly.

She just said it in passing, and she never meant to ask for watermelon. There are a lot of wild striped watermelons on the side of the mountain, so you can eat them as you like.

When I think about it, my heart is sweeter than eating wild honey barbecue.

The barbecue picture is just a fresh way to eat, and it is easy to get tired if you eat too much.

Fortunately, the refreshing side dishes of the cold salad are enough, a mouthful of meat, a mouthful of vegetables, and a sip of mellow rice wine, and before you know it, the ten-pound wild boar leg meat is actually eaten.

Xiang Gang pulled up the watermelon hanging at the head of the river port, and the round big watermelon was fifteen or sixteen pounds. Split in half, then cut into small pieces, and each person will feel full after eating two pieces.

"You and Yingfang eat the rest of the gang slowly, let's go first. ”

Xiang Second Aunt and Deng Mei cleaned up the stove room, came out to pull up their own man, and cleared the field with a smile.

Just kidding! It's rare for the two of them to whisper a few words, and a few big men are making a lot of fun!

In the blink of an eye, there were only the two of them left in the huge courtyard.

Qingling didn't know where to put her hands and feet for a while.

Xiang Gang was quite calm, bending down to clean up the bonfire.

Seeing this, Qingling hurriedly stepped forward and brought a few benches that fell in the courtyard into the house. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he came out and whispered, "That, it's not early, I'm going home." "Ming'er has to get up early to go to the county seat.

"I'll send you later. "Xiang Gang lives in his own house tonight, in fact, he can't live for many days, and he has to leave as soon as the second half of the year arrives. mainly thought that Ming'er would accompany the girl to the county seat, and by the way, she also added some things to the family, so she brought a change of clothes and moved back.

Qingling wanted to say that there was no need to send it, just a hundred zhang distance in front of the river and behind the river, not to mention that it was close to the moon and a half, the moonlight was very bright, and she was accompanied by Xiaojin, she was not afraid of this road at all.

But Xiang Gang insisted on sending it, so she had to let Xiao Jin, who was in the grass next to the house, go first, so as not to be discovered by him.

Xiang Gang hastily cleaned up the yard, took the courtyard gate, and walked up to the low pier bridge at a distance of more than half a step from her, with her speed.

A cat who didn't know who "meowed" out of the bridge, startling Qingling and almost stepping on the stone steps.

Xiang Gang quickly stretched out his hand to straighten the person: "Did you hit your foot?"

"No, no. Qingling stood firm and stroked her chest, "I was taken aback." ”

Xiang Gang said "um", and the big palm left her shoulder, but he didn't go too far, but took her hand, thinking that it would be safe.

Qingling wanted to break away, but he held it tighter, "Don't make trouble, let's talk about it when we get home." ”

Qingling: "......"