Yi Xiaojing, who turned the corner of the stairs, also breathed a long sigh of relief. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is to fool the sacrosanct secretary in the past, and also fool the high-ranking Governor Yang!

Yi Xiaojing secretly calculated in her heart that Governor Yang should not know who she was, and she did not say her name, and Governor Yang should not guess herself.

Moreover, he just said a few words to Yang Zhengguo on the phone, and on the day of his birthday, it is not certain whether he can remember himself, nine times out of ten he will not waste attention and time on himself, so that he will not find out his head!

After thinking about it like this, Yi Xiaojing breathed a sigh of relief again in her heart and relaxed.

Now, the goal has been achieved, and the effect is very good, and the secretary will definitely not embarrass himself in the future.

In the past, Yi Xiaojing also wanted to raise her own value and spread this kind of words to the outside world, but after all, she didn't have the current free and easy state of mind, and everything was modest, and if she didn't dare to go too far, she didn't succeed.

And now that I think about it, the chance of this matter being debunked is not great, even if it is debunked in the future, Yi Xiaojing has this adventure now, and she will definitely not be jumping in this shallow pool, she has already run outside to the sea and leap with a fish, and the sky is high and the birds will fly!

I looked at the time, and it was already seven fifty-nine.

Yi Xiaojing hurriedly ran to his dormitory, when he ran into the dormitory, just brought the door, Yi Xiaojing's figure suddenly flickered, Yi Xiaojing saw a bag of white noodles piled on the table, reached out and grabbed it, just grabbed the white noodles, Yi Xiaojing suddenly disappeared into the room, and was forcibly teleported to the world of resistance against Japan.

"Squeak". Yi Xiaojing pushed open the old wooden door and walked out of the room.

As soon as he got out of the room, he saw Shi Da rushing around the yard like ants on a hot pot.

When Shi Da saw Yi Xiaojing walking out of the door, his originally anxious expression immediately went over again, and he asked in great surprise: "Yi Xian, Brother Yi, why did you come out of the house!" ”

Yi Xiaojing was puzzled: "Why can't I come out of the house again?" ”

Shi Da said: "I looked for you in the morning and didn't find it all morning, I have searched this room many times." ”

Yi Xiaojing said in a light tone: "Oh, like this, I went back to my Immortal Mansion." ”

Shi Da scratched his head: "Brother Yi, didn't you tell me that you can't go back to the fairy world after you go down to earth?" ”

"Huh? Did I say that? Yi Xiaojing couldn't remember clearly, and said: "It's just that I don't have a god position, so I can't be ranked in the immortal class, and I can still go back to my own immortal mansion."

And my immortal mansion is not in the fairy world, but in another world. ”

Shi Da nodded, he understood this.

The Buddha said that there are three thousand worlds in the world, one leaf and one Bodhi. The other world that Brother Yi is talking about may be another world.

"By the way, Brother Yi, the fellow family has gone out to look for you, I'll call them back."

Shi Da ran out of the small courtyard.

After a while, Shi Da came back with his fellow countrymen.

Yi Xiaojing looked at the three of them and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, fellow, I got up early this morning, so I went out for a walk, and I didn't tell you, I caused you trouble." ”

"It's nothing, your Eighth Route Army is fighting devils on the battlefield and defending the country, what is this matter."

The one who answered Yi Xiaojing was the daughter-in-law of the family.

The daughter-in-law's voice is very good, like a spring hitting the pebbles on the shore, crisp and mellow.

Maybe it's because there is no man in the family, and the daughter-in-law's face is black.

However, I can still see her beautiful and upright face, as well as her bright eyes, and the water is dark. The clothes she wears are thicker and look a little bloated, but looking at her wrists, you can see that her figure is not fat, and she is fat and thin.

And he speaks very generally, quite heroic.

This made Yi Xiaojing have a good impression of her.

"By the way, I still have a bag of high-quality flour from the flour mill here, I can't eat it, you can take it and steam a few steamed buns to eat." Yi Xiaojing said, turned around and walked into the house, and took out a bag of twenty catties of flour from a cloth bag.

This is a package of refined flour, which Yi Xiaojing bought for thirty yuan last time in the mall.

"This—this is too precious······

The daughter-in-law was a little hesitant.

"Take it." Yi Xiaojing said with a smile: "I just steamed steamed buns, and I can eat them at noon." ”

"That's good."

When the daughter-in-law had collected the flour, she took out the clay pot and prepared to mix the noodles.

"Ahh

The daughter-in-law suddenly exclaimed.

It turned out that she used a knife to pick open the flour bag, revealing the fine snow-white flour inside.

"This flour is so delicate! Snow white! ”

The daughter-in-law grabbed a handful, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it, then sprinkled it into the cleaned clay pot, looked at the snow-white and delicate flour in the clay pot, and said in surprise.

The old man and the old lady also came over, squatted on the ground and looked at the flour in the clay pot, and exclaimed: "Our old man and lady have lived all their lives, and we have never seen such fine flour!" ”

Shi Da also saw the snow-white and fine flour in the clay pot, thinking about its steaming into a white flour bun, and couldn't help but swallow and spit at the mouth.

He wasn't surprised, after all, Yi Xiaojing was already an immortal in his heart now, and he returned to the Immortal Mansion last night, so it was normal to take out such flour!

This kind of refined flour is wheat grain refining, remove the bran, processed with germ, it tastes soft and fine, but the nutrition is not good, modern people are paying attention to health, and they are happy to eat coarse grains.

At noon, when a pot of steamed buns came out, the sweet smell of steamed buns floated out through the steamer, attracting several villagers and neighbors to come over to watch.

After picking up the big, white and soft steamed buns into the frame, soon more than a dozen households in the village spread the word, and a pot of extremely beautiful steamed buns was steamed in Old Man Shi's house.

The sweet smell makes the stomach growl of the seducer.

More than a dozen families in the village, hundreds of villagers crowded into Old Man Shi's house.

When the steamed buns were brought to the table, everyone's eyes were looking at the steaming white steamed buns on the table.

"This steamed bun is so beautiful!"

"Yes, I've never seen a more beautiful steamed bun in my life! Old Stone's daughter-in-law is really ingenious! ”

"It's not his daughter-in-law's skill, I heard that it is the flour brought by the Eighth Route Army that is good that can steam such a beautiful and sweet steamed bun!"

"Look at the steamed bun is fluffy and soft, and it must feel better than my mother-in-law!"

“······”

"Wow, stone dog leftover, you're itchy again!"

Yi Xiaojing sat on the table, looking at the scene in the small courtyard that was more lively than the New Year, and couldn't help but sigh, a modern bag of ordinary refined flour can cause such a big sensation in this small village, and they all came to watch the excitement, just like the first TV set in the village in the seventies and eighties.

"Come, little girl." Yi Xiaojing beckoned to a little dirty girl who was four or five years old and was gnawing on her fingers.

"Uncle." The little girl came up and screamed in a milky voice.

"Huh." Yi Xiaojing answered, picked up a steamed bun, and gave her a small bite.

The little girl swallowed her saliva and took it, took a bite, and enjoyed it slowly.

"It's delicious! It's so fragrant, so sweet! Thank you uncle! ”

Yi Xiaojing smiled and touched the little girl's head.

With such a dozen steamed buns, it is definitely impossible to distribute them to everyone, Yi Xiaojing called the children present, and each child gave a mouthful of steamed buns, and there were only a few steamed buns left in the basket.

The children in the courtyard are like the New Year, and the villagers are also singing the praises of our Eighth Route Army.

In these years, there is no technology to engage in fine noodles in China.

Even if you have ordinary steamed buns, you can't eat them if you don't celebrate the New Year's holidays.

For these children in Ishimura, being able to eat steamed buns is a festival!