"So, this Wang Zhong is a hermit?"

Old Sanyu Shanqing asked with some curiosity.

Song Yunhui looked at the letter in his hand, a little distracted, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't respond at all.

Seeing this, Yu Shanqing didn't break the casserole and ask again, the boss and the second child next to him were also smart people, and they saw the abnormality of Song Yunhui's expression, so they didn't ask again.

Looking at the familiar handwriting on the letter paper and the familiar name, Song Yunhui's thoughts drifted away, and pictures hidden in the depths of his memory also emerged.

In each picture, there is a tall and burly figure as a mountain inside.

Or in the fields, or in the depths of the mountains, or at the desk, or on the stone slabs by the pigsty, or on the rocky beach by the river.

Since childhood, Song Yunhui has shown far more intelligence than his peers, if it were not limited by the age, the name of the prodigy would have spread all over the country.

Since he was a child, Song Yunhui has never seen a person as knowledgeable and well-informed as Wang Chong.

Especially Wang Chong not only takes care of his own family, but also has a teacher and friend to Song Yunhui, since graduating from junior high school, Song Yunhui can't go to high school, and all the knowledge is self-taught by himself with the textbooks eliminated by his sister.

In addition to the textbooks eliminated by her sister Song Yunping, there are also many books that Wang Chong doesn't even have with her sister Song Yunping.

Wang Zhong!

Song Yunhui's mind kept popping up with this name, the tall figure like a mountain, the elegant and soft voice, and the shallow smile that made people feel like a spring breeze when they saw it.

Mountainback brigade hundreds of miles away.

Approaching the end of the year, although the weather is getting colder and colder, the clothes on the villagers are getting thicker and thicker, some of the poor conditions at home, if it is not necessary, adults and children either nest in the bed, huddled in a quilt to keep warm, or burn a stove of firewood, the family around the fire to keep warm.

The cold wind was howling outside, and the cold north wind was blowing in the face, blowing on the face like a knife, and if it was not necessary, the villagers were basically nested at home.

Or a few people who have a good time and can chat, get together together, gather around the fire, roast sweet potatoes, burn potatoes, or chestnuts saved in autumn, and chat about the gossip of the proprietor Li Jiaxiao.

Now is the slack season, there is no work in the field, in order to save some effort, so as not to starve, the villagers can not move.

On this day, the sun finally came out again, and Song Yunping rushed to Wang Chong's house early in the morning and helped Wang Chong take out the saved medicinal materials and dry them again, so as not to get damp.

When the work was over, Wang Zhong called Song Yunping into the house.

The door of the hall was open, and Wang Zhong asked Song Yunping to sit on the edge of the table of the Eight Immortals, while he himself entered the house.

After a while, Wang Chong walked out of the house with a wad of money tickets.

"This is your monthly salary and the bonus for many years, and I have collected it myself." Wang Zhong handed the money ticket to Song Yunping.

There is not much money, a few banknotes of one piece, plus a pile of banknotes of five cents, two cents, and one cent, and there are a few bills on the key money, Song Yunping can see clearly, it is an oil ticket.

Due to multiple reasons such as region and climate, the oil crops planted in the north and south are different, and the main edible vegetable oil is also different.

The oil crops in the south are mostly oilseed rape, while in the north peanuts and soybeans.

But whether it is rape, peanuts and soybeans, they are all cash crops, and in these years, ordinary people are not allowed to plant them privately.

However, the collective output is not high, and after the quota is handed over to the state, the rest can be squeezed into oil and distributed to every household.

Due to the low enthusiasm for production, each household does not have much oil per year, and it is a luxury to be able to roll a cloth in the oil pot and then smear it in the pot for stir-frying at home on weekdays.

Usually, I usually eat thin vegetable porridge, at most add a pickle, and a few drops of sesame oil can be dripped on it, which is also a luxury.

Song Yunping looked at the money ticket in her hand, and her face showed embarrassment: "Brother Wang Chong, this is too much!" ”

As he spoke, he was ready to return the extra money tickets to Wang Chong.

Song Yunping is a girl with strong self-esteem, especially because of the composition of the family, from childhood to adulthood, she is an alternative in the eyes of her peers in the brigade, and she is treated differently, although it does not make her vulnerable, but it also makes her more sensitive.

Wang Chong smiled and said: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, listen to me first, during this time, with the help of you and Uncle Song, I can concoct so many medicinal materials in such a short period of time, if I rely on myself, I don't know when I will have to be busy." ”

"This money is not only for you, but also for Uncle Song! Uncle Song's body has not fully recovered, and he needs to nourish it slowly, you can take the money back and see if you can buy a few old hens to replenish Uncle Song's body. ”

Song Yunping looked at the light smile on Wang Chong's face, and then met Wang Chong's gaze, looking at the eyes that were clear and transparent, black and white, and did not contain any impurities, remembering the recent situation at home, the hand holding the money ticket tightened, and the teeth tapped the thin lips, although the eyes were still firm, but they did not say anything to refuse.

"Brother Wang Chong, thank you!" If it were someone else, Song Yunping would definitely return the extra money, but Wang Zhong's words······

Thinking of Secretary Yang's arrival at home last time, and remembering the words that Wang Chong said to himself last time, Song Yunping's pretty face that was frozen and pale was wrapped in a layer of blush at some point.

"What's polite with me?" Wang Chong said softly: "Your father is stubborn, he holds everything in his heart, he would rather be uncomfortable than tell others, if you have time, observe and observe more, talk to him more, this mood is better, and the body recovers faster." ”

"Hmm!" Song Yunping nodded solemnly and said, "I wrote it down." ”

In the blink of an eye, it was the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and on Chinese New Year's Eve, just after the hour, Wang Zhong got busy and took out the broiler chicken, mutton, a big carp, and a few pounds of pork from the space.

Cut the chicken into pieces, stir-fry, put it in a casserole with the mushrooms and stew, cut the lamb into minced pieces, make dumplings with celery and green onions, stir-fry half of the pork, make half of the lion's head, and the last carp is also braised by Wang.

A total of six dishes were served on the table, the small stove made of clay was boiling with charcoal, and the fresh soup in the casserole was boiling, and the whole room was full of the aroma of meat.

took out a bottle of bayberry wine without a label, and was about to go out to call Song Yunping's family in front of him, when there was a knock on the door.

"Who!" Wang Zhong asked.

"Brother Wang Chong, it's me!" Song Yunping's pleasant voice came from outside the door.

Wang Chong got up and walked to the back of the door, pulled the bolt of the door, and saw Song Yunping holding an open porcelain bowl covered with banana leaves and steaming, and said with a smile: "Brother Wang Chong, there is some meat stewed at home, and my mother asked me to bring a bowl to you." ”

Song Yunping walked into the house while talking, and was about to put a bowl full of radish stew in his hand for Wang to put on the table of the Eight Immortals, but as soon as he entered the house, he smelled the rich aroma of meat all over the room, and naturally saw the six hard dishes on the table of the Eight Immortals, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Thank you!" Wang Chong smiled and took the stew from Song Yunping's hand and said, "I just cooked and was about to go to your house!" ”

"By the way, your meal has just been prepared, right?"

Song Yunping nodded subconsciously.

Wang Chongdao: "It's just right now, I can't eat so many dishes alone, if you don't dislike it, eat some with me?" ”

Wang Chong knew that Song's father and Song mother still had Song Yunping's temperament, so he planned it early in the morning, and when the two families had prepared the meal, he would invite them to his house to eat together, and when the time came, he would bring all the food from their family, and Song's father and Song mother would naturally not refuse again.

"Gollum... Gollum..."

Before Wang Chong finished speaking, Song Yunping was stimulated by the rich fragrance and swallowed her saliva.

It's not that Song Yunping's concentration is not enough, it's really that the food is too poor this year, and the oil and water are seriously insufficient, that is, in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Song Yunping's home is just a radish stew, the meat is still pitiful, most of it is radish, and the staple food is finally no longer gruel, but steamed sweet and soft dry rice.

For Song Yunping, such a meal is already extremely rich, but after seeing Wang Chong's dining table, Song Yunping knows what it means to sit in a well and watch the sky.

Before Song Yunping could say anything, Wang Chong pushed her to the table of the Eight Immortals and sat down, and said, "You sit first, I'll call Uncle Song and Aunt Song!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he had already gone out, and by the time Song Yunping reacted, Wang Chong had already walked away.

Looking at the sumptuous delicacies on the table and smelling the fragrant fragrance, Song Yunping swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva uncontrollably, but Song Yunping still resisted the temptation, got up and walked to the door, and went to her house, but before she could walk to the door of her house, she saw Wang Zhong leading her parents out of the house, with a big urn in her hand, Song Yunping recognized at a glance that it was the urn that her mother had filled with radish stew just now.

The mother also held a clay urn with steaming white rice and some charred pots on top.

"Dad! Mother! Song Yunping hurriedly greeted her and took the pottery urn from her mother's hand.

Mother Song explained to Song Yunping: "Your brother is not here, and Dr. Wang is also alone, so it just so happens that the two of us have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together, which is lively." ”

Song Yunping remembered the scene she saw at Wang Chong's house just now, and was about to say something, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know how to speak.

It wasn't until Song's father and Song's mother entered Wang Chong's house that they smelled the smell of meat all over the house, and saw the six steaming dishes on the table, and their faces invariably showed shock.

Mother Song tugged at Song Yunping's sleeve: "Why didn't you say it earlier." ”

Song Yunping said helplessly: "Mom, what do you want me to say?" ”

Without waiting for the mother and daughter to say anything, Wang Chong warmly beckoned the three of them to take a seat: "Come on, come on, Uncle Song, you sit!" Aunt Song, sit here! ”

"Xiaoping, go to the cabinet and get some chopsticks!"

Song Yunping followed Wang Chong to work for several months, and usually helped Wang Chong with housework, not to mention that he was more familiar with the layout of Wang Chong's house than Wang Chong, but he was by no means unfamiliar.

When the dishes and chopsticks were served, Wang Zhong took two cups, opened the bayberry wine, and was about to pour it for Song's father, but Song's mother next to her couldn't help but say: "Xiaoping's father is not in good health, can he drink?" ”

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Aunt Song, don't worry, this is bayberry wine, with Uncle Song's current physical condition, drinking a little bit is only good for his body, and there is no harm." ”

Song's mother reacted at this time, and her reaction was a little too aggressive, but she still didn't forget to tell Song's father: "Drink less!" ”

"Xiaozhong, are you going to spend this day?" In front of outsiders, Song's father has always been cautious, for fear of saying the wrong word, doing one wrong thing, being caught by the pigtails, and affecting the family.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Uncle Song, I've been working hard for a year, and I have to eat a good meal for the New Year, treat yourself!" ”

"Besides, this meal today, not just me, but I have long planned to invite you to eat this Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with Aunt Song and Xiaoping."

"It's just a pity that Xiaohui stayed in the provincial capital and didn't come back."

"It's too much." Although the food was good, Song's father felt distressed when he saw it, and Song's mother also had a similar reaction.

Wang Chongdao: "It's just like this all year round, I usually don't dare to eat like this." ”

"Besides, don't I have a request for you and my Aunt Song today!"

Father Song looked at Wang Chong, shook his head, picked up the wine bowl, and Wang Chong also picked up the wine bowl.

"Uncle Song, Aunt Song, Xiaoping, Happy New Year!" Wang Zhong was the first to speak.

When the three of them heard this, they also said, "Happy New Year!" ”

After a bowl of wine, Wang hurriedly beckoned the three of them to move the chopsticks, but in the face of such a sumptuous dish, the father and daughter were somewhat restrained and did not dare to move the chopsticks.

"Aunt Song, Xiaoping, you're welcome, if this dish is cold, the taste won't be so good, hurry up and eat it while it's hot! Just think it's in your own home, don't be polite to me! ”

Seeing that the mother and daughter were only dealing with the bowl of radish stew brought from their home, Wang Chong simply got up and did it himself, picked up the soup spoon, and personally helped the two of them scoop a braised lion's head and sandwich a few dumplings.

As soon as the dish was eaten, the eyes of the father and daughter suddenly lit up.

"Xiaozhong, you made this dish yourself?" Father Song's eyes widened, and he looked at Wang Chong in disbelief.

Wang Zhong cautiously asked, "Why Uncle Song, is this dish not palatable?" ”

Father Song said: "It's not that it doesn't fit the mouth, it's so delicious, I've never eaten such a delicious dish in my life." ”

Song Mu and Song Yunping also nodded.

Although they have been neighbors for several years, Song's father and Song's mother have really never tasted the food cooked by Wang Chong, after all, each family has not enough to eat in these years, and how can the Song family be embarrassed to eat Wang Chong's meals again.

With such a delicacy in front of them, the father and daughter could no longer pick up the reserve just now, and they all feasted on it.

Fortunately, the father and daughter still knew that this was in Wang Chong's house, and they also paid attention to their image, but the speed was obviously a lot faster, and they were a little less restrained at the beginning.

(End of chapter)