After returning home, Song Qingtian boiled the milk in boiling water and put it for later use, planning to start making it early tomorrow morning, after all, in the era when there was no whisk, it was completely dependent on manpower, and it was too time-consuming and physical effort to make cream, so it was necessary to make it early.

Early in the morning on Han Pengcheng's birthday, Song Qingtian began to make cakes, eggs, sugar, flour, sesame oil, and the batter that had already fermented.

Song Qingtian asked Song Xifeng to help separate the egg whites and egg yolks, and kept stirring clockwise with chopsticks in one direction, and she was responsible for beating the cream herself, and the two of them were busy for three hours to finish.

Qin Xiaofei and Jiang Xiaoyan only looked at it in a daze, these two people were crazy, and they kept stirring the eggs and milk for three hours, until the two of them stirred the egg whites and milk into a solid state. Qin Xiaofei and Jiang Xiaoyan felt even more novel, what they were doing, they had never seen it before.

After Song Xifeng finished stirring, he felt that his arms were sore, and said to himself: "Sunny day, it would be nice if there was an automatic thing to stir." ”

Song Qingtian thought to herself, but isn't it, the 21st century uses electric whisks, which is so tiring.

Qin Xiaofei, who was pressing noodles, said: "Uncle Zephyr, you read a lot, you must know a lot of knowledge about mechanization, and when you stir eggs in the future, you can make an automatic one by hand, so you don't have to hurt your arms." ”

Song Xifeng said: "In the physics class we studied, there was indeed a lot of knowledge about motors, making a motor, and it could be automatically stirred when it was turned on, but I never thought of making it myself." ”

Qin Xiaofei said: "Then you hurry up and find a way to make one, our noodle sheeter can automatically press noodles, then we will be more troublesome." ”

When Song Qingtian heard this, he thought it was a good idea, the dough sheeters in the 21st century are all electric, and many people in the countryside are automatically converted to semi-automatic dough sheeters, which can save a lot of manpower.

The environment can really limit a person's thoughts and vision, Song Qingtian is like this, many of her ideas are limited to the current social state under the productive forces, and she has not thought of many advanced technologies.

Of course, many new inventions and new technologies do not come out of thin air, but are inspired by the process of labor practice, and then improve the advanced productive forces.

Qin Xiaofei's words inspired Song Qingtian and also inspired Song Xifeng.

Song Xifeng said: "I can try to make one when I go back, and when I don't understand something, I go to the school to ask our physics teacher for help, if I can really make an electric motor, it will be much more convenient, and when it comes to setting up a factory, the output will be greater." ”

Song Qingtian also doesn't know if there is such a small motor sold in the market now, but according to her experience of going to the agricultural machinery station, she feels that the possibility is almost zero, the era of underdeveloped industry, most of the mechanized products produced by the factory are for the realization of the four modern infrastructure services, those small motors that can improve the quality of life are not produced by manufacturers at all.

Since Song Xifeng said this, Song Qingtian said: "Third uncle, this is really necessary, you put your heart on testing this matter, I believe you can do it." ”

Jiang Xiaoyan also echoed with a smile and said, "West Wind, you can definitely do it." ”

A few discussed, Song Qingtian was steaming and cutting in the kitchen, and he was very busy.

By about ten o'clock, an all-handmade birthday cake was finished.

The round cake is off-white in color and has no luxurious decorations, except for a few five-pointed stars squeezed out of the cream on the top, which are blended with carrot juice to make a single yellow.

Song Qingtian took another white radish, cut it into a rectangular plane, carved the four words "Shoubi Nanshan" on it to make a model, and then melted the white sugar into sugar water in the pot, poured it into the words engraved on the radish, and waited for the sugar water to solidify, and gently took out the cast word and put it on top of the cake.

Song Xifeng, Qin Xiaofei, and Jiang Xiaoyan were all stunned, and they all asked what it was.

"This is my gift to Mayor Han for Mr. Han, a birthday cake."

Song Qingtian took out the reserved cake and cream for them to taste, and the three of them felt that it was particularly delicious.

Song Qingtian said at the moment that when any of us celebrates his birthday, he will make him such a cake.

In the eyes of the three of them, Song Qingtian is simply an inventor who can create crispy noodles and create such a delicious birthday cake.

Such a gift to Han Pengcheng can be said to be sincere and face-saving enough.

Near noon, Song Qingtian put the birthday cake in a thin basket, covered it with a gauze scarf, and asked Song Xifeng to bring two catties of liquor and go to Han Pengcheng's house.

Han Pengcheng's house is particularly lively today.

Because Han Pengcheng has been the mayor of Sanchuan Town for more than ten years, he has some prestige, plus he lost his wife at an early age, and his son Han Zheng is not around, and his 50th birthday is also an important day.

In a township, there are not many leading cadres who can have some prestige, not to mention Han Pengcheng, sitting in Han Zheng's house are Zhu Yuanxing, director of the police station, Dong Zaikang, director of the health center, Su Yaowen, director of the supply and marketing cooperative, and Principal Wang, the principal of the town's junior high school.

Song Qingtian has seen and known these people.

In the 21st century, the organizational responsibilities of townships and towns are very detailed, and there are many functional departments and leaders, including party committee secretaries, deputy secretaries, directors of party committee offices, propaganda members, organization members, discipline inspection committees, town mayors, deputy town mayors, and directors of government offices. Director and Deputy Director of the National People's Congress. Chairman and Vice Chairman of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. In addition, there are leaders of trade unions, the Communist Youth League, the Women's Federation, the Disabled Persons' Federation, the Red Cross, and the Committee on Aging.

In the 80s, the personnel of the first government of the township and town government were very simple, the party secretary and the town mayor were one person and were in charge of other departments, the deputy town mayor Hao Jianguo was also in charge of several departments, and the remaining most popular officials were the leaders of the family planning office who mainly focused on family planning.

Deputy Mayor Hao Jianguo and Song Qingtian, the leader of the Family Planning Office, have not met, however, Han Pengcheng will not introduce Song Qingtian, and Song Qingtian does not need to know them, but when Deputy Mayor Hao Jianguo heard Han Pengcheng's introduction, he paid attention to Song Qingtian.

I've heard that this Nizi is not simple, everyone in the township knows it, the town junior high school, the police station, the health center, and the town government 1 who have not heard of her name.

Recently, the mayor of the town, Han Pengcheng, also applied for a phone for her family, and applied to the county land bureau for land to set up a factory.

Today, Han Pengcheng celebrates his birthday, what is this girl here to join in? Could it be that he is here to befriend Han Pengcheng? It's also right to stammer, after all, she has no news of Han Zheng's harm now, and Han Pengcheng has also made a lot of efforts for her to do business.

Song Qingtian saw that today's battle was quite big, and it was not suitable for a little person like herself to appear at all, and it was inconvenient to say that it was a gift that Han Zheng asked her to send, Song Qingtian put the birthday cake in the basket on the dining table, and said a few words of polite blessing to Han Pengcheng before leaving.

Deputy Mayor Hao Jianguo pointed to the birthday cake and asked, "What are you?" ”

Song Qingtian replied without humility or arrogance: "This is my birthday cake made by myself." ”

"Birthday cake?"

Hao Jianguo, who has worked at the grassroots level all his life, has never heard of it.

Song Qingtian didn't make candles either, so he didn't need to explain too much about the meaning of the birthday cake and the process of blowing out candles and making wishes to cut the cake, just said it was delicious.

Su Yaowen didn't want to pay attention to Song Qingtian, Principal Wang and Zhu Yuanxing didn't seem to have any interest in the birthday cake, but Dong Zaikang, the courtyard of the health center, thought it was quite fresh.

Dong Zaikang said: "I heard about the birthday cake when I went to the provincial capital, and I saw it once, but I haven't eaten it, it seems to be different from the one in front of me, but it looks pretty good." ”

It's definitely different, the birthday cake in the 80s can be the same as the 21st century, but Song Qingtian feels that the taste she makes is at least in line with Han Pengcheng's, and other people's comments are meaningless to her, she just expresses her filial piety to Han Pengcheng for Han Zheng.

Song Qingtian briefly introduced the birthday cake to be cut and eaten before the meal, and left Han Pengcheng's house with Song Xifeng.

When I went out, I saw Du Ruozheng coming over in a hurry.