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He sells things very distinctively: he carries a burden of more than 200 catties, and he can walk from Tianjiazhuang to Wuyou County in one go, just walking twice in the middle. Never rest with your burdens. Go when it's dawn, sell out, and come back in the afternoon. Then in the afternoon I went to work in the fields. Buying and selling, earning work is the right one.

If you don't have anything to sell and you don't go to help, there's a good chance you'll be hungry that day.

For Feng Da Belly, a full meal is simply the best reward from heaven. In his own words: "In this life, I just run around for a mouth." ”

The captain also has an opinion on this, and he is afraid that if the members of the club learn from him, the production will not be arranged. Later, when I saw that the members of the club did not compare with him, I did this favor. After all, the cadres of the club are also responsible for starving to death, isn't it!

For his reselling and reselling, the working group once wanted to cut off his capital ~ capital ~ main ~ righteous tail: organize militia to criticize him. Feng Da belly let out and said: "Whoever criticizes me, I will go to someone's house to eat." starved to death at his doorstep regardless of food. ”

People know that he did what he said and did -- cutting off his "capital~capital~lord~righteousness tail", and he had to starve if he couldn't earn money. When people are hungry, they do everything -- they are so frightened that no one dares to write a speech. Coupled with the intercession and explanation of the team cadres, the working group had no choice but to give up.

However, his supply is not fixed, and he has to dig his way to find it everywhere. It's not always possible. So, it's not uncommon to get hungry.

So, when I heard that there was someone in the bend who was repairing a house and building a house, I gave up my face and leaned over, and when I got there, I worked hard and ate a full meal at noon. Later, it also expanded to the entire Front Street.

In fact, his presence was not welcomed in the Lord's house. Because he can only move the blank and end the mud. It's a small worker, and he can't afford to pick up a brick knife. No matter how much the small workers prepare, the big workers have to build a billet and a billet base, right?! The main family is afraid of nest workers, and generally does not take the initiative to call him. If you go, add more grate and dry food, and it's better not to go.

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"How old is this Feng Potbelly?"

After listening to the couple's introduction, Tian Qingqing suddenly had an inexplicable sympathy for this person - he was busy running around just for a mouth, and he couldn't work hard to give people a good job. This person is too sad to live! Such a peculiar character, how come he didn't have any impression in his previous life? Could it be that after Tian Miaomiao remembered, he was no longer alive?

Tian Dalin: "Fifty years old! I don't know. That's just the corner. ”

I'm in my fifties now. Tian Miaomiao still has to have another six or seven years to remember what happened when she was a child. Could it be that he really didn't survive the land reform after the Third Plenum?

Tian Qingqing's compassion for him has increased. He said, "Let's call him." Aren't you just going to have a meal? They still give them work. ”

Hao Lanxin looked at Tian Qingqing. A puzzled look: "Now that he is old, he can't eat so much." However, one person has to choke three or four people. ”

Tian Qingqing thought of the corn in the space, and the one-and-a-half wheat field that was about to be harvested. I couldn't help blurting out: "What are you afraid of?" We have food in our house. Seeing that his parents were looking at him in amazement, he knew that he had gone wrong, and smiled "hehe", and hurriedly added: "Anyway, our flour is picked up for nothing." I went to sweep the bags a few more times. ”

Tian Dalin: "We are not from the same production team as him. I can't call anyone. Whether he makes it up or not is his business. ”

The family talked and listened while eating, and after the story of sealing the big belly was over, the family also left their jobs.

Tian Dalin stood up, walked to the north side of the bed, and rolled up and twisted his head according to the quilt roll.

Tian Youqiu was routine. Start brushing the pot and washing the dishes.

Tian Qingqing was still immersed in the story, sitting motionless at the dinner table. I thought to myself: My parents didn't mean to call Feng Da Belly. This kind of thing can only be done by yourself. If you say more, it doesn't match this small body.

"Mom, what kind of dry food do we make? You settle down. I'm so prepared. Tian Qingqing led the topic to diet again.

"I've heard that other people's houses are steamed cornmeal nests. Let's do this too. Provincial individuals can't save people from working. Hao Lanxin pondered for a moment and replied.

Tian Qingqing: "Steaming cornmeal is better than steaming two-way noodles." It's noisy, it's delicious. ”

What Tian Qingqing is doing for the family now is a two-fold noodle nest. Half cornmeal, half white flour. Spread the white flour, then blanch the cornmeal with boiling water, and when it is no longer hot, put it into the dough. Wake up for a while, pinch it into a nest and steam it in a pot. Very popular with parents and brothers.

Hao Lanxin first refused: "You have to steam two or three pots of dry food, so many white noodles?!" ”

"We have a big hairy can." Tian Youchun said in a milky voice.

Tian Youchun's greatest pleasure is to wait for Tian Qingqing to come back from sweeping the noodle bags in the city in the evening. Every now and then, he would get a few pieces of candy, or a handful of rice sticks, or a few biscuits. Sometimes, you can even eat fragrant and fluffy chicken cakes. He ate it deliciously as he watched his sister pour the swept flour into the dough jar.

Today he saw the hair jar full and pointy. Tian Qingqing pressed it with his hand before closing the lid. So the memory is clear.

"Really?" Hao Lanxin, a bureaucrat, had a look of surprise on his face. Immediately got up and walked to the wool can, lifted the lid and looked at it. Sure enough, it was full of drops, and there was a layer of traces of small hands pressed on it.

In the past ten days, just as Hao Lanxin herself joked about herself, she has almost become a real shopkeeper: she doesn't care about cooking, and her children eat whatever they want. The grits are gone, and the child said that she only knew. It's just that she knows, because Tian Qingqing has already loaded the corn, or herself, or let Tian Dalin grind it, and she can't stand her hands at all.

She didn't care about the flour. Anyway, it was swept by the daughter, and she made and ate every day, and it was already very good for the child to have this filial piety, and it would be too boring to check it again! So, the flour in the flour jar, she had never seen it.

"Qingqing, you swept all these noodles?" Hao Lanxin asked in surprise.

"Mom, besides me, who else in our family is going to sweep the noodle bags?" Tian Qingqing asked with a smile.

"I didn't expect that. Saved so much. Hao Lanxin said to Tian Dalin with a happy face.

Tian Dalin also looked happy: "Then follow the child and steam the nest head of the two noodles." Whatever you eat is what you eat. ”

Hao Lanxin looked at Tian Qingqing with a smile: "Daughter, mom doesn't care, you can do whatever you want!" ”

The couple's words are like popping out of a honey pot, sweet and delicious, and it is comfortable to listen to.

There is ready-made yeast at home, Tian Qingqing puts it in the basin and brings it to the space at night to send it. Wait for the noodles to come up. Serve it out again. Wait until dawn to put on the scalded cornmeal steamed nest.

In fact, this is a way for Tian Qingqing to eat more white noodles created by Tian Qingqing. During this period, people's living standards were generally low. Most households rely on corn as their staple food. A few poor people like Tian Qingqing's family have to mix half of the wild vegetables. Suddenly changed to white-flour steamed buns, so it's strange that people don't talk about it?!

Although there is half white flour in the head of the two sides, the shape of the head of the nest. The yellow cornmeal is visible again. It's hard to know that there's flour in it without tasting it yourself.

In the morning, Tian Qingqing steamed three pots of two-fold noodles and noodles. Two pots were placed in the space, and one pot was kept for Hao Lanxin. Sue sù She has prepared dry food, and she can start construction any day if she wants. He also pointed to half a pot of hair and said to Hao Lanxin: "When I get to work, I will re-steam and eat." ”

Hao Lanxin was surprised again: "I also plan to let your second grandmother, fourth grandmother, and fifth grandmother help with steaming." This time, even the help is saved. He said to Tian Dalin again: "This kid has made me worry and make a lot of money." ”

"Qingqing, what kind of dishes do people eat at noon?" Hao Lanxin took advantage of the situation and asked again. This time she believed in her daughter.

"Mom. The whole village knows that I can fish, and if I don't cook a meal for people, we can't say that we are stingy?! Tian Qingqing pouted and said like a little adult.

Hao Lanxin smiled: "Okay, it's up to you." Who do you want to call to help, I'll deliver the letter. But in my heart, I sighed: sad urging. As a mother, I really feel sorry for my children, especially my eldest daughter.

"No, I don't. Mom. I can do it alone. Isn't it just a few more people and a few pairs of chopsticks? ”

Hao Lanxin was completely convinced this time. Scratched Tian Qingqing's little nose and said happily: "You are about to become a big chef!" Okay, I don't care. As long as you don't give me a nose tower ash. ”

"Don't worry, you can't fall." Tian Dalin interjected on the side: "She is usually used to doing it, and she is familiar with it. ”

Tian Qingqing secretly rejoiced in her heart: A person can make full use of space and time, and with the participation of others, it is bound to be inconvenient to take things out of the space!

On the day of the start of work, Feng Da Belly really came. I have my daughter's dime can of flour to cushion the bottom, and there will be more in the future. Mr. and Mrs. Tian Dalin greeted him warmly and said some kind words. Feng Da Belly felt flattered.

Feng has a big belly of 1.8 meters, a long face, high cheekbones, and a thin body, which belongs to the average thin body type. Because of the thin clothes he wears, his chest is deflated, which is not at all commensurate with the nickname "big belly".

Tian Qingqing was bored: Where did you eat the chopsticks and flatbread, the two flat buns with hooks?

As soon as Feng Dabelly entered the construction site, he did this and that with his feet and hands idle, carrying water, mud, moving billets, carrying purlins, what kind of work was heavy, he took the initiative to rush to do it. Tian Qingqing took advantage of the effort to deliver the meal and looked at it for a while, and knew that this was a real person who spared no effort.

He ran around for a meal, and I had food. If you make use of this person, you will solve the disadvantages of your own short legs and small body and lack of strength.

But what can he do to make it seem right?

Tian Qingqing had another thought.

ps：

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