Song Hongguo was busy in the kitchen, the pheasant was not big, she simply chopped two, cleaned it, put it in the pot and stir-fried it on high heat, and waited until the meat was slightly tightened and there was no more water, then poured water and simmered.

The smell of pine mushrooms is strong and the aroma is also special, so she didn't add too many seasonings, only used green onion and ginger white wine in addition to the fishy smell, and with the small bubbles rolling in the pot, the seductive fragrance can no longer be hidden.

Ling Yuan sniffed, and the first one couldn't help it, and ran into the kitchen.

Song Hongguo was stirring the cornmeal with her hands, afraid that it would not take shape, so she grabbed two more handfuls of white noodles into it, planning to wait for the next paste cake to eat, and the chicken stewed mushrooms with the cake will be considered complete.

It is estimated that after simmering for half an hour, Song Hongguo lifted the lid and began to paste the cakes around the side of the pot, this job looks simple, but in fact, it is still a bit of a test of craftsmanship, if the paste is not good, the cakes will slip down the edge of the pot, and then you can't eat the crispy side.

After pasting the cake, she took a piece of chicken with chopsticks, blew it, it was almost not hot, and sent it to Ling Yuan's mouth, "Taste salty, is it delicious......?"

Ling Yuan squinted and chewed, and said vaguely while nodding, "Good times, good times......

At this time, Huo Minglou and Ling Zhi also came in, Ling Zhi was fine, but Huo Minglou's face was looking forward to it, which meant that it was self-evident, he also wanted to taste salty, whether it was delicious or not.

Song Hongguo couldn't help but sigh, and gave him another piece, and in the end, of course, Ling Zhi would not be left behind, the 'grandfather' stood in the kitchen, one piece for each person, and he was satisfied with his meal.

When it came out of the pot, it was filled with an enamel basin, and Song Hongguo finally sprinkled a handful of coriander, which was full of color and flavor.

The four of them sat under the persimmon tree and feasted.

The dumplings circled around the stone table, happily gnawing on the bones thrown to it by a few people, and snorting a few times from time to time.

After the meal, Song Hongguo went to pick a few melons in her own field, each person broke half a piece, she planted two varieties, one is croissant honey, long strips, green skin, melon pulp slightly yellowish, crisp and sweet, there is a white round shape, melon pulp is also white, with a small bump on the head, the local name is white sugar jar, the taste is indeed like its name, sweet like eating white sugar, the most popular among the locals, but the yield seems to be inferior to croissant honey.

Stuck at half past seven, the four of them rode out on their bikes.

At this time, the people who worked in the fields had gone home from work to eat, and every house smoked as they passed through the village, and from time to time they heard various sounds coming from the roadside yards.

The sound of children's slapstick and the scolding of adults are not noisy, but only feel the full of fireworks in the world, even the dilapidated adobe walls, the doors with peeled patent leather and exposed seams, all seem to be vivid, and those luxuriant ancient trees, the bluestone slabs with traces of time, seem to enter the painting, they are also one of the scenery in the painting.

"Sweet potatoes and corn are being planted in the field now, right?"

"Well, it's not finished planting yet, so I'll have to work hard for a few more days."

"Shall we grow cotton and peanuts here?"

"There are seeds, but they are very few, most of the land has to be reserved for sweet potatoes and corn, which are rations, and the other crops are less, and if there are fewer of them, life will really not be able to live."

"It's not okay if there's less cotton, right? Otherwise, what to wear to warm up in winter? ”

"Most of the people in the village use reed wadding, there is no way, there is extra land, you have to plant soybeans first, the whole village can point to the beans to squeeze oil to eat, otherwise, you can't buy oil all year round, and no one can carry the clear soup and little water."

Huo Minglou and Song Hongguo chatted while walking, and when they arrived at the school, they were exactly ten minutes away from class, and Song Hongguo suggested, "There is a performance at the club tonight, why don't you go there to play?" ”

Huo Minglou first asked the two children's opinions, "Do you want to go?" ”

Ling Zhi shook his head, "I still want to go to the bookstore." ”

When Huo Minglou heard this, he said to Song Hongguo, "Just listen to the child, when you don't go to class, let's go and watch it together." ”

"That's okay...... Song Hongguo smiled and waved his hand, and when they left, he turned around and entered the school auditorium.

Tonight is the last class.

She likes to do things from the beginning to the end, and she doesn't like to be anticlimactic the most, so she made a lesson plan for tonight's class, hoping to have a perfect ending.

But who knows, the art troupe will hold performances tonight, which will inevitably affect the enthusiasm of female employees in class.

Before she came, she was mentally prepared for being cold, who would have thought that tonight would be full as usual.

Seeing this scene, Song Hongguo was a little moved in her heart, the taste of being recognized and trusted, which made people's emotional eyes sore and swollen, at first she proposed to take classes, just casually, not seeking fame or profit, just trying to be in her position, seeking her own government, and being able to receive that high salary with peace of mind, but in the end, she gained so much.

Fame and fortune are there, and so are people's hearts.

How lucky!

In this night's class, she showed all her sincerity, was extremely serious and devoted, and really became a teacher, eager to hollow out all her knowledge and convey it to everyone who listened to the class.

At the end of class, she was still unsatisfied, and even a little lost.

Until applause rang out.

The applause lasted for a long time, and it was the highest compliment to her.

Song Hongguo woke up like a dream, and bowed deeply to the audience to thank him.

When the crowd gradually dispersed, unexpectedly, there was a surprise waiting for her, Director Qin of the Women's Federation came over with a person and introduced her with a smile, "Doctor Song, this Comrade Yao Kai is from the Propaganda Department of our factory, and he is also a special reporter of the city and provincial newspapers. ”

Song Hongguo was too involved in what he said just now, and he really didn't notice it, and when he heard the words, he greeted politely, "Hello Reporter Yao, I don't know ...... you are here."

Yao Kai is in his early twenties, wearing a pair of eyes, looking very gentle, and he looks very thoughtful, and there is a very strong bookish atmosphere on his body, he smiled and said, "Excuse me, Doctor Song, I have long heard about your free classes for female employees in the factory, so I wanted to come and give you an interview, but I was busy with other things two days ago, and I have not been available, but fortunately, I caught up with the last class, and it is really better to hear than to see, and it is more exciting than everyone preached......

Song Hongguo was praised and uncomfortable, "You have won the award, you are just doing your job, there is really nothing worth your interview......"

Yao Kai's tone was sincere and serious, "No, Dr. Song, you are too modest, I think this publicity and education activity you initiated is very meaningful, and even far-reaching, from a small point of view, it is to benefit the female comrades of our factory, and from a large point of view, it is to help female compatriots across the country, how can you say that it is not worth interviewing?" ”

Director Qin echoed thoughtfully, "Yes, yes, what Reporter Yao said is so right, this is also the attitude of our Women's Federation and Trade Union, Doctor Song, you have made great contributions to the health of our female comrades, who do you interview if the Propaganda Department does not interview you?" This kind of character deeds is too worthy of publicity, and everyone should be encouraged to learn from it. ”

Song Hongguo, "......"