After Song Qingtian's phone was installed, he didn't expect the first person to call was Han Zheng.

Han Pengcheng helped Song Qingtian install the phone, and Han Zheng was naturally the first to know the phone number.

It's a pity that the telephone in 82 years has no caller ID, early in the morning, Song Qingtian heard the phone ringing, she picked up the phone and greeted warmly and asked who the other party was.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for a moment before a familiar voice came out: "Sunny day, it's me, Han Zheng." ”

"Teacher Han, it's you, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I heard that you have a phone installed at home, so I'll call you quickly."

"Teacher Han, where are you now?"

Han Zheng's voice paused again, and he seemed reluctant to speak, so he diverted the topic, "I'm very good outside now, it's a sunny day, I don't have much time to talk now, I called you because I wanted to ask you for help." ”

"Teacher Han, if you have anything, just say it, I can help you as much as I can."

"Tomorrow is my dad's birthday, can you help me send a gift to my dad?"

"Of course this is okay, just tell me what Uncle Han likes."

Han Zheng was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, I really don't know what my dad likes, I just remember that my dad likes to eat sweet things." Sunny, please, you must help me find a way to send my dad a gift he likes, I have something to do, hang up first. ”

After answering the phone, Song Qingtian felt that Han Zheng was a little sneaky, and he didn't say that he was there, what he was doing, and he was in such a hurry to make a phone call.

This kind of behavior is obviously not doing something right.

Since Han Zheng beat Zhou Wentao and was called to the county seat to investigate, there has been no news.

Unfortunately, the phone of that era did not show the caller number of the other party, so there was no way to tell where he was calling.

Since he agreed to Han Zheng, Song Qingtian thought about what kind of gift to give Han Pengcheng.

Except for learning that Han Pengcheng likes to eat sweet things, there is no other information.

Song Qingtian was thinking about it when Chen Xue came.

"Sunny day, I just came back from the county seat, I asked my father, and he didn't know about the cooperation between the supply and marketing cooperatives and the Ministry of Commerce."

"Thank you for your hard work, thank you Chen Xue."

Chen Xue smiled, looked into the courtyard, and found that there was no one else in the courtyard.

"This is a trivial matter, so be polite, by the way, Song Xifeng hasn't gotten up yet?"

Song Qingtian thought about it, this Chen Xue was really fascinated by the third uncle.

"My third uncle made crispy noodles last night, and he stayed up late for a long time, and he is still asleep?"

"It's hard to stay up late and work, so you should rest a little more. By the way, on a sunny day, my nephew likes to eat the crispy noodles I brought back yesterday, he used to like to eat sweet, after seeing the crispy noodles, he didn't eat the cakes that my brother brought back from outside, just ate the crispy noodles, and said that I would buy him some next time. ”

Cake?

When Chen Xue talked about cakes, she immediately inspired Song Qingtian.

People who like to eat sweet things generally like sweet and greasy tastes, birthday cakes are exactly such flavors, if you give Han Pengcheng a birthday cake tomorrow, it will not be the best gift.

Song Qingtian asked Chen Xue: "Is there a birthday cake sold in the county?" ”

In the early 80s, food and clothing in the countryside were a problem, where to sell cakes, many people had never heard of it, let alone seen birthday cakes, and Chen Xue was the first time to hear such a term.

"Birthday cake? What is a birthday cake? I haven't heard of it, I only know sponge cake, it's fragrant and sweet, it tastes very good, but it's very expensive, my brother bought it for my nephew from out of town. ”

"Oh, it's okay, I've heard about a kind of food, so I wanted to ask if it's sold in the city."

"Probably not, there is a place around the department store that sells pastries, I've been there a few times, and there is no birthday cake at all. It's a sunny day, not to mention, I'm going to work, I'm afraid I'll be late. ”

After Chen Xue left, Song Qingtian thought again that birthday cakes really only became popular in big cities in the nineties, and they were not sold in the previous county seat.

It doesn't matter if you can't buy it, Song Qingtian knows the handmade method of birthday cakes, and making a birthday cake by himself is not only novel but also very in line with Han Pengcheng's taste.

The ingredients and utensils for making birthday cakes are very common in the 21st century, and supermarkets have high-fat milk, baking powder, vanilla extract, whisks, cream extruders, etc.

But in the 80s, there were almost no of these things, and you couldn't buy them if you had money, and the only ingredients used to make cakes in the township were common eggs and sugar, not to mention high-fat milk to make cream, and even ordinary milk, milk powder for babies, which were not sold in Sanchuan Town.

With a good idea, but without utensils and materials, it is really difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

Since you want to do it, there is always a way.

When Tao Jinshan came to pull the noodles, Song Qingtian asked if there was any fresh milk or milk powder sold in Jinping County.

Tao Jinshan said: "There are milk powder sellers, but it's very expensive, not to mention, it's a scarce material, and you have to buy it with a ticket." I haven't heard of fresh milk being sold there. ”

Song Qingtian was suddenly a little depressed, it was really inconvenient to do anything in this era.

Tao Jinshan asked, "What do you want to do?" Whose child doesn't have milk? ”

"I want to make something to eat, and I need those ingredients."

"This is not easy to do, but you really want to buy it, go to the county seat with me to have a look, and I will also ask my neighbors to see if anyone has dairy sheep, and it is okay to get some goat milk."

In the early 80s, there were indeed some families in the county who raised their own milk and sheep, and if the children of any family did not have milk to eat, they would buy some goat milk for the children.

Song Qingtian thought about it, Han Zheng paid so much for himself, if he couldn't even fulfill Han Zheng's request, it wouldn't be too much to say. Anyway, there is still a day to go, so I can go to the county seat to get some goat milk, and come back to see the taste.

After arriving in Jinping County, Tao Jinshan asked his wife Tang Jinzhi to accompany Song Qingtian to inquire.

Tang Jinzhi was quite familiar with the county seat, so he said that he would go to Xiguan to have a look, there are many Hui people in Xiguan in Jinping County, and that place is a Hui settlement, and there should be someone to raise milk and sheep.

As soon as Song Qingtian heard the name of Tao Jinshan's wife, he felt interesting.

The husband's name is Jin Shan, and the wife's name is Jin Zhi, this is really a couple.

Looking at the name, you can know how much people in this era want to be rich, by the way, and that Su Jinping, who is still accented with Jinping County, and the names are all taken from gold and silver.

Tang Jinzhi is a woman who is in a hurry, and she talked and laughed with Song Qingtian along the way to Xiguan, the county seat.

Entering the boundary of Xiguan, Song Qingtian smelled the smell of mutton in the air, and it seems that the name of this Hui settlement is well deserved.

After inquiring about several yards, I found out that a family had a sheep keeper.

When we arrived at the house where there were milk goats, the woman of the family said, "My goat's milk has been reserved for a few children who have no milk to eat, and it cannot be sold, but it is used to save lives." ”

Song Qingtian was still thinking that it would be better if there was milk, so Song Qingtian first asked where milk was sold.

The woman of that family said: "I have only heard of Wu Daqing raising cows in the entire Jinping County, you can go and have a look." ”

Tang Jinzhi was familiar with the terrain of the county, so he took Song Qingtian to continue looking for Wu Daqing, who raised cows.

It's a coincidence that Wu Daqing is not at home.

When asked about the neighbors, the neighbors said that Wu Daqing had gone to the police station.

Tang Jinzhi asked curiously, "Did Wu Daqing commit a crime?" ”

The neighbor said: "Wu Daqing is not a troublemaker, he is honest, it was his cow that committed an accident, and it was stolen by thieves, he went to the police station every day to ask about the situation, and he went for a day, and he didn't know when he would come back, so you better go back." ”

Song Qingtian was depressed to death, and finally found a cow to raise, but the cow was stolen again, his life was really bitter, it seems that Han Pengcheng's birthday cake can't be eaten in his mouth.

When Song Qingtian was depressed, the neighbor pointed to a man and a cow in the distance and said, "Wu Daqing is back, and he is still leading the cow." ”

Song Qingtian and Tang Jinzhi greeted him, only to find that Wu Daqing was followed by a policeman, whom Song Qingtian knew, and it was Officer Liao who investigated her relationship with Han Zheng when she went to set up a stall at the Spring Festival that day.

"Hello, Officer Liao."

Officer Liao was stunned, "It's you, Song Qingtian, why are you here?" ”

Song Qingtian asked Tang Jinzhi to help him talk to Wu Daqing about buying milk, and he talked to Officer Liao on the side of the road.

What Song Qingtian wanted to ask most was Han Zheng's whereabouts, although he talked on the phone, Song Qingtian was not sure.

When Officer Liao learned that Song Qingtian came to buy milk to make a birthday gift for Han Pengcheng, he sighed: "Song Qingtian, you girl is quite affectionate and righteous, Han Zheng is not at home, you have done such a thorough job for him." ”

"Officer Liao, how did Han Zheng deal with it later? Where has he gone now? What are you doing? ”

Officer Liao said: "I am only responsible for investigating your relationship with Han Zheng, and I don't know how Han Zheng handled it." ”

The more Officer Liao left all the information about Han Zheng, the more Song Qingtian felt that there was an article here.

"Officer Liao, don't you know anything about it?"

Officer Liao said again: "Song Qingtian, let me say something objective, Han Zheng can call you to help, which shows that he trusts you, and you should also trust him, no matter what he is doing now?" ”

Wu Daqing's cow was recovered, and the police station also sent someone to send him and the cow back in person, and he was very grateful to the police at the police station.

Originally, after his cows were stolen, he was not fed carefully, and the cows lost a lot of weight, and he couldn't bear to milk them, but he couldn't stand Tang Jinzhi's words, and he saw that Song Qingtian and Officer Tao knew each other, so he ruthlessly milked three or four catties of milk.

Song Qingtian also couldn't find any news from Officer Liao, and when he saw that the milk was bought, he and Tang Jinzhi left Wu Daqing's house.