When he went to bed at night, Song Zuhui had just gone to bed.

Liu Ju began to shout as soon as she was a flower: "How can you agree to help that dead girl on a sunny day issue a certificate?" My family Meixin was miserable by her, and you still help her? ”

Song Zuhui said: "If it weren't for Meixin's justice, I could do it to that little girl?" Didn't you hear what Nizi said when she left, which means that the mayor asked me to help her do it quickly, and use the mayor to pressure me, what should I do? ”

Liu Ju said puzzledly: "There are rumors in the village that she hooked up with the mayor's son, but I still spread it, is it true?" ”

"It's hard to say, if I don't do it for her in two days, if she has something to do with the mayor's son, it won't be good. A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, this time he will do it well for her, and he will have the opportunity to rectify him in the future. ”

"Shall I continue to spread rumors? Say that Song Qingtian is a nemesis? ”

"Don't stop this, the more people know about it, the better."

Today, in order to harm Song Qingtian's affairs, it is rare for the two of them to talk more speculatively at night.

The two have not lived as husband and wife for a long time, Liu Ju 1 Hua recently felt that her body was empty, so she involuntarily put her hand on Song Zuhui's stomach, and then touched it down her stomach.

Doing farm work all year round, Liu Ju1 Hua's palms are rough and full of calluses, brushing under Song Zuhui's lower abdomen like a brush.

The skin of Song Zuhui's sensitive part was stabbed by Liu Juhua's hand, and he grabbed Liu Juhua's hand and threw it over.

"I'm a little tired today, I'm going to sleep, I'm still ...... old," he said, turning around and closing his eyes.

Song Zuhui was not sleepy, what came to his mind was Yao Xiaotao's plump body, smooth skin, and white and tender hands.

A few days ago, Song Zuhui met Yao Xiaotao, who was herding sheep, on the river beach in Zhaojiawan.

Yao Xiaotao and Song Zuhui had a dew relationship before.

"Brother Zu Hui, what are you doing, come and talk for a while."

Yao Xiaotao greeted him with a mouth, and Song Zuhui felt that his bones were crispy.

As soon as the two men met, they immediately rolled like dry wood and fire to a hidden place on the river beach, and gnawed on each other.

After the fierce upheaval, Song Zuhui asked Yao Xiaotao to spread the matter of Song Qingtian as a nemesis in the Sanhe Brigade, and bought her two clothes afterwards.

Song Zuhui knew that a woman like Yao Xiaotao and the three village brigades of men who had a relationship with her abounded.

It is undoubtedly the best way for her to slander Song Qingtian with such a broken mouth.

Open guns are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are difficult to defend.

What kind of heart Song Zuhui, Song Qingtian didn't know at all.

After Tao Jinshan sent the dough sheeter, the output of crispy noodles increased a lot at once, and one person could make one or two hundred catties of noodles in half a day.

Unfortunately, the dough sheeters of the 80s could not make round noodles, and they had to be pressed manually.

The texture of the thin noodles made by the dough sheeter is not very different from that of the round noodles of ramen.

Lin Qiaoxiang stood in front of the dough sheeter and looked at it blankly for a long time, "This is really convenient, I can't compare to making noodles with a dough sheeter for half a day." ”

Song Qingtian said with a smile: "Sister-in-law Qiaoxiang, people and machines can't be compared. ”

Lin Qiaoxiang said disappointedly: "With these three machines, I don't have to work again in the future." ”

Song Qingtian also had this plan before, and after the dough sheeter was put into production, there would be no need for manual ramen.

But seeing Lin Qiaoxiang at this moment, she seemed a little reluctant to do this job.

Of course, Lin Qiaoxiang was reluctant, because if she made ramen for a penny, she alone could make about 200 catties of ramen every day, which was two yuan.

When an ordinary worker only averages more than a dollar a day, no one wants to throw away such a good thing to do.

Song Qingtian thought that Lin Qiaoxiang had helped her improve her crispy noodles, and when she needed her, Li Qiaoxiang didn't say a word every time and enthusiastically helped.

At this moment, if Lin Qiaoxiang was allowed to go, Song Qingtian felt a little reluctant in his heart.

"Sister-in-law Qiaoxiang, I plan to make two kinds of crispy noodles in the future, one is handmade ramen noodles and the other is made by a dough sheeter. You just stay here and do it. ”

Lin Qiaoxiang said gratefully: "Sunny day, thank you." ”

Song Qingtian felt that this was actually nothing, that is, when the two kinds of noodles were sold, Lin Qiaoxiang's handmade noodles were more expensive than the crisp noodles made by the rolling machine, which was enough to pay Lin Qiaoxiang's wages, help her, and give her back for the help she had given herself.

Song Qingtian asked again: "Sister-in-law Qiaoxiang, what is Brother Chunsheng doing after returning to the village?" ”

"I work in the fields every day, and I can't find something to do. I see that your brother Chunsheng has been in a very bad mood in the past two days, and even regrets that he shouldn't have come back from the coal kiln. ”

Help people to the end, and send the Buddha to heaven.

Song Qingtian said: "Sister-in-law Qiaoxiang, it's better to be like this, after you go home, teach Brother Chunsheng to make ramen at home, you two husbands and wives make it at home, come and pull the flour back in the morning, and send the noodles over in the evening, and I will give you money according to the number of catties." In this way, when Brother Chunsheng is not working, he can also make some money. ”

Lin Qiaoxiang was very touched when she heard such words.

Early the next morning, Song Chunsheng and Lin Qiaoxiang came with a board car.

Song Qingtian asked Qin Xiaofei to fill them with 500 catties of flour, enough for them to cook for two or three days, and then took out a bag of things from his room alone.

"Sister-in-law Qiaoxiang, this is the secret ingredient for making crispy noodles, I put all the ingredients in it, this is 5 catties, you take it back, you can put 1 catty for every 100 catties of flour, these are just enough for you to use 500 catties of flour.

Every time I come to pull flour, I will give you the same ratio of secret ingredients.

Lin Qiaoxiang has been making crispy noodles for so long, and she has never seen what secret ingredients Song Qingtian used.

Every time the noodles are almost Song Xifeng and Yang Xiulian and noodles, she is in charge of the ramen, and this time when she saw the secret ingredients that Song Qingtian said, she carefully took it.

After Song Chunsheng and Lin Qiaoxiang returned home, Song Chunsheng was very curious, thinking about what secret recipe was added to the noodles, so he opened the bag of secret recipe raw materials that Song Qingtian gave them, and tasted it with his mouth, it was the taste of flour at all, and there was no other taste.

Song Chunsheng felt very strange, what the hell is this girl doing on a sunny day?

Because he had to learn ramen from Lin Qiaoxiang, Song Chunsheng didn't think too much about it.

After two days of study, Song Chunsheng was able to pull dozens of catties of noodles almost every day, and the couple could make more than 200 catties a day, and they could also have more than two yuan, and their hearts were happy.

Song Chunsheng also followed Song Qingtian's statement, every night Song Chunsheng sent the pulled noodles to the town, and delivered them for two days in a row, and he was happy to see Song Qingtian.

It wasn't until the third day, when Song Chunsheng went to make noodles, he went to get the secret ingredients given to them by Song Qingtian, and couldn't help but taste it again because of curiosity, and the result was exactly the same as the taste on the first day, and his mouth was full of the taste of flour.

"What's the secret ingredient? It's flour at all. ”

When Lin Qiaoxiang heard it, she said, "Chunsheng, how can you do this? How much help has been made to make crispy noodles on a sunny day, with a dough sheeter, and let us pull noodles by hand, so that we can make money, and you can't make up your mind about the secret ingredients of a sunny day. ”

Song Chunsheng agreed, but he still had doubts in his heart.

Isn't it just that the noodles are boiled in water and then fried in oil? What other secret recipes can be used?

What is the difference between not putting secret ingredients and putting secret ingredients?

Song Chunsheng wanted to know, at the moment he couldn't do the experiment at home, for fear of being seen by Lin Qiaoxiang, so he was going to send it to Song Qingtian today to fight the idea.

When mixing noodles, Song Chunsheng did not put the recipe of the ingredients given by Song Qingtian into the flour, but took advantage of Lin Qiaoxiang's inattention to hide the remaining secret recipe ingredients.

That night, because of his hands, when Song Chunsheng went to deliver noodles, he felt a little uneasy.

After Song Qingtian finished weighing, he deliberately checked the noodles, and then said inadvertently, "Brother Chunsheng, today's noodles are ......."

"What's wrong?"

Song Chunsheng was suddenly shocked.

"It seems that there is something wrong with the ingredients of the secret ingredient!"

Song Chunsheng saw that the stuffing was exposed, so he quickly explained: "When I made noodles today, I forgot to put the secret ingredients, and I didn't dare to tell Qiaoxiang." ”

Song Qingtian sighed and seemed to be very sad and said, "If these noodles don't have the secret recipe, they can't be used." ”

Song Chunsheng was immediately annoyed, and he wanted to slap his mouth.

I scolded myself in my heart that I shouldn't be so curious, the noodles I sent today were the most, there were 200 catties, and if the 200 catties of noodles couldn't be used, it would be more than 100 yuan to be compensated to Song Qingtian.

Don't talk about losing money, if Lin Qiaoxiang asks, how can you face her, how can you say it to her.

The more Song Chunsheng thought about it, the more he regretted it, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became, so he twitched into his mouth.