Now Su Qingfeng finally knew that Su Siwei was sneaking around on weekdays, and in addition to doing business, he was still doing something there.

It's just that he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, "Dad, how did you think of helping them?" ”

Speaking of this, Su Siwei had a faint look of self-satisfaction on his face, "Back then, the year was not good, and the family was indeed short of food and clothing, not to mention that there was a Deng Xiaoya." ”

"So for this alone, we have to admit that your uncle and second uncle are helping in this. But I always wondered, if it doesn't go on like this, how can I keep dragging down the whole family. ”

"So later, I got to know the people in the cowshed. Qingfeng, don't look at these people now, but Dad's eyes, so to speak, have never missed them. ”

"In the words of a reader, that is, the times create heroes. Maybe when a big wave rolls over, these people will become big shots. ”

To be honest, if it weren't for Su Qingfeng's constant contact with Su Siwei on weekdays, he would even feel that his father was the traverser.

With this eyesight, let alone Sujia Village, even the people in the entire town are not as vicious as Su Siwei.

It's just that he has another doubt, "Dad, how have you helped them all these years?" You know, the conditions in our family at that time were not very good. ”

Su Siwei smiled and whispered, "The cunning rabbit will have three holes, not to mention people, they will always leave something good on them." I keep a little, sell a little, make a difference, and let them live, and maintain a good relationship, you say, is my deal worth it? ”

Speaking of which, this is the first time Su Qingfeng has heard that his father talked about his own business.

He looked at the jade wrench finger that his father showed without a trace, and he was convinced.

His father is still a teenager when he returns.

Just two words - bold!

Sujia Village.

Cowshed.

There are two dilapidated rooms in total, one of which houses a husband and wife, who are Song Jinxiu, a young lady called the bourgeoisie, and Zhou Sheng, a medical student who returned from abroad.

In the other dilapidated room are two big men, one is Professor Tang, a mechanical expert, who is said to have taught at Beijing University and was a very respected old professor at the beginning.

But I have been sent here for so many years, working every day, I can't eat enough and sleep well, and no matter how high my heart is, it's gone.

As for the other one, he is the one with the best mentality adjustment among these people.

His name is Lin Duanyang, he used to open a restaurant, and he was a famous local chef of Lu cuisine.

When Lin Duanyang started his business, he also started from things like running the hall, serving vegetables, and cutting vegetables, and he also suffered a lot of white eyes.

When he became a master, he was reported by a disciple, and then he was sent to the cowshed.

It's just that he has some ways in his hands, even if it is decentralized, he can be delegated to a place like the Northeast, which is not bad.

Xu is has experienced ups and downs in the first half of his life, and with the idea that living one more day is a day, Lin Duanyang is the most frank and happy one among everyone.

After listening to his father's introduction, Su Qingfeng almost came to the cowshed.

Because they were taking a different path, the people in the village, coupled with the vast wind and snow at night, no one noticed the two of them at all.

Before entering the cowshed, Su Qingfeng heard a violent coughing sound in one of the broken houses.

Su Siwei took a step forward and made some movements, the sound inside quickly stopped, and immediately after, there was a sound of broken footsteps.

The one who opened the door was a man with some vicissitudes, and the clothes on his body were so dark that he couldn't see the color, but in terms of temperament, he still had the feeling of a well-mannered reader.

When he saw Su Siwei, his face fluctuated slightly, and a bright light flashed in his somewhat numb eyes, "You found ...... Pills? ”

Su Siwei nodded, "Go in and say." ”

It's quite imposing.

Su Qingfeng followed behind his ass.

Just the moment he walked into the cowshed, Zhou Sheng suddenly noticed Su Qingfeng.

There's no way, it's dark outside now, if it weren't for a little moonlight, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see anything.

In addition, Su Qingfeng has been standing in the shadows and has not made a sound, it is normal for him to ignore Su Qingfeng's existence without deliberate observation.

When Zhou Sheng saw the stranger, he just looked at Su Siwei.

He knew Su Siwei's character, and he wouldn't be so rash and bring a living person over.

Sure enough, Su Siwei patted Zhou Sheng's hand and said with a smile, "My son, you can rest assured." Sometimes, this kid is more reliable than me. ”

Zhou Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, slightly unloaded his guard, and turned to look at Su Qingfeng with a somewhat curious gaze.

After all, Su Qingfeng is also a celebrity in Sujia Village.

Even they occasionally hear from the villagers passing by.

Walking into the cowshed, Su Qingfeng frowned first.

In these four leaky places, in the winter, the kang is not burning, and there are no thick clothes, so I can survive until now, just coughing, to put it very politely, it is already considered lucky.

Hey?

Wrong.

Maybe he has a part of the credit for this.

Su Qingfeng saw the mattress on it.

This tattered appearance is still the consequence of him spending points to modify the originally good quilt to this appearance.

When he turned his head, he saw a thin figure coming in from outside the house.

The person who came was none other than Lin Duanyang.

In his hand, he still has a bowl of rice soup, but the rice soup is very thin, to put it exaggeratedly, there are several grains of rice in this rice soup, and they can be counted.

When he walked in, the person who spoke said with a smile in his tone: "It's coming, it's New Year's Day today, let's eat something good." Let's talk about it first, the conditions are limited, and you can't think about those delicacies of the mountains and seas in the past, just drink some rice soup to satisfy your cravings. ”

As he spoke, Su Qingfeng's gaze collided with Lin Duanyang in the air.

The bowl in Lin Duanyang's hand shook, and he almost spilled the rice soup, he was a little stunned: "Little comrade, why are you here?" ”

This time it was Su Siwei's turn to be confused.

No.

His son seems to be honest, how come he has been in contact with Lao Lin's gang?

Could it be ......

Like himself, he has a forward-looking vision and believes that these people can invest?

Thinking about it like this, Su Siwei became happy.

Worthy of his species!

The vision and mind of this father and son are equally outstanding!

He shuddered a little, but he didn't forget to get down to business.

"What you gave me, I sold. Of course, you know the rake, and we've been working together for so long, so I won't say more. ”

The people in the cowshed know this.

For so many years, although they have hidden good things on their bodies, they have no place to do it because they are in the cowshed.

If it weren't for Su Siwei's way, I'm afraid that they would have turned into a piece of loess by now.

Even if Su Siwei wanted to smoke something, they could understand it completely.

It's for no reason, and there is no benefit, why let people take such a big risk and do things for you?

In other words, if Su Siwei really doesn't want anything, then it's called terrible.

Zhou Sheng didn't care about the money tickets, but asked anxiously, "What about the medicine...... Did you buy it? ”

Su Siwei was silent for a while, and only when everyone's hearts fell down did he nod, "I almost didn't buy it." But I'll buy a box for you, and you'll use it. ”

This Su Siwei and Su Qingfeng are worthy of being father and son.

Even the tone of speech is the same.

What is called "will be" use.

This box of medicine, for them, is already a send-off.

When he got the medicine in his hand, the eagerness on Zhou Sheng's face slowly faded.

Su Siwei glanced around, and finally stopped at the bowl of rice soup.

He glanced at Su Qingfeng, and Su Qingfeng immediately understood and carried the sack in.

After carrying it in, the people in the cowshed secretly took a breath.

They are all scholars, and although they have been delegated for so many years, they have also done a lot of farm work.

But it was precisely because of this that they were surprised by Su Qingfeng's strange power.

With such a big bag of heavy things, Su Qingfeng actually carried it in without blushing and panting?

It's just that before they could think about it, Su Qingfeng put down the sack.

Untie the rope tied to it, and see that there are several scattered small bags inside, a bag of millet, a bag of old rice, a bag of bud grain and a bag of flour, the flour is still a little yellow, but these are only a small part.

What really accounts for the majority is the sweet potato that makes people want to regurgitate when they see it.

But even so, these things are precious life-saving food for them.

Su Qingfeng flipped through the bottom, and there were some vegetables, which he knew at a glance that they had been hidden in the cellar for a long time, and he didn't know which family was short of money and took out all these things and sold them.

What surprised him the most was that in addition to these, the sack also contained a few wild eggs and old pumpkins.

This pumpkin has been put for a long time at a glance, and judging from Su Qingfeng's experience, this pumpkin must be sweet and glutinous.

It's just that he can't help but recall the chestnut pumpkin he loved in his last life.

When he cooks chestnut pumpkin, he likes to put nothing and eat it steamed, which is fragrant and glutinous.

It's just that chestnut pumpkin is an imported variety, and in 1972, I'm afraid that there is no such "imported product" at all.

Glanced at it again.

It's a pity there is no pork.

But that's normal.

In those days, they didn't have much pork to eat, let alone sell it on the black market, unless it was prey in the mountains.

Thinking of the mountain, Su Qingfeng suddenly remembered that while there were still some days during the holiday, it was better to rely on his strengthened physique to go up the mountain a few times, and the wild boar didn't dare to think about it.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that Su Qingfeng seemed to have something important to explain.

Su Qingfeng raised a smile on his face, "Uncle Lin, I heard my father say that you are a good at making Lu cuisine." How about a taste of my craft today? ”

Lu cuisine is customarily considered to be the flavor of Jining, Jiaodong, Jinan and other places.

But in fact, it even affected the court cuisine of the Ming and Qing dynasties, Beijing and Tianjin, the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River and the vast areas north of it.

On the other hand, the Kanto flavor is composed of the local dishes of Liao, Ji and Hei provinces.

The historical tide of Kanto has brought Shandong cuisine to the Northeast.

Therefore, in the streets and alleys of Hei Province, state-run restaurants, there are also many dishes and crafts of Shandong cuisine

When Su Qingfeng said this, in addition to leaving a certain amount of space for his father, he actually wanted to try to contact Lin Duanyang to see if he could have a clear path with his father.

Recently, he has learned a lot of dishes in the system space, in addition to home-cooked side dishes, there are also some dishes, which are not simple at first glance, let alone the kind of carving skills and the like, which are family heirlooms at a glance.

If you pretend to communicate with Lin Duanyang in private, you will have a reason to come up with new dishes and cooking skills.

Anyway, with Su Siwei here, it is inevitable to deal with it.

Of course, Su Qingfeng will also quietly observe Lin Duanyang, if this character is not good, then it is better to save it.

He'd rather be a little bit more reluctant and think of a way when the time comes.

It's really not good, it's okay to go to the provincial capital to find the Fang Jidong from last time.

In fact, compared to taking the road of Lin Duanyang and taking the dangerous moves, Su Qingfeng prefers to take Yangguan Avenue on Fang Jidong's side.

No way, he's cowardly.

His father is a lot old, and he is still a teenager when he returns.

He Su Qingfeng is less than twenty years old, and his heart is about to become an uncle.

Thinking in his heart, Su Qingfeng carried a big bag of things and went to the stove room.

Look inside.

Get.

The stove room is also in tatters.

The wind is blowing outside the window, and the cold pot and stove are cold inside, should I be happy, at least there is firewood?

Su Qingfeng glanced at the amount of firewood.

Not much.

No wonder he was reluctant to burn the kang.

I'm afraid that if I don't burn for a few days, I won't have firewood for cooking.

On this cold day, the men, women and children in the cowshed are also sick, and at first glance they are not people who can go up the mountain to collect firewood.

Su Qingfeng didn't complain, and started to make a fire to cook.

It's a good job.

He was very familiar.

Lin Duanyang looked at this kid with a smile, deliberately gave him the position of the main spoon, and sat on the side, honestly adding firewood and water to him, which was worse than an apprentice.

If it had been put in the past, some people would not have believed it.

But now?

Ha.

It's all mixed up with this virtue, and it's a fart!

Su Qingfeng pondered, it was such a big night, and he came secretly, and the ingredients were just like that, so there was no need to cook in a big way.

In the evening, cooking pumpkin porridge in a pot to nourish the stomach is already quite good.

Pumpkin porridge is simply a bowl of staple food cooked to the extreme.

But I don't know if it's Lin Duanyang's illusion.

He always felt that Su Qingfeng had a strange intuition about the control of seasoning.

As soon as he tasted his tongue, he could taste whether the sweetness was light or strong, and even the timing of the heat was just right.

Although these are all basic skills, looking at Su Qingfeng's calm appearance, Lin Duanyang always feels that he seems to be more than a little bit of level.

In other words, a simple bowl of pumpkin porridge is not enough for him to exert his ten-success potential.

By the time Su Qingfeng entered the house with a large bowl of pumpkin porridge, the conversation in the house was almost over.

Professor Tang, who was originally lying on the kang and was a little groggy, smelled a faint, sweet pumpkin fragrance and slowly became refreshed.

He leaned on Zhou Sheng's back, took the pumpkin porridge, and took a sip of the porridge with his mouth because he didn't have a spoon.

As soon as you enter the mouth, a sweet sensation fills the lips.

Under everyone's gaze, Professor Tang ...... I actually cried!

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