Early the next morning, Song Qianqian wanted to go to the commune to buy meat, and Ji Mufeng lent her a bicycle, so that she could come and go faster.

"Today I'm going to make braised pork, and we'll eat braised pork rice at noon." Song Qianqian said to the two.

"Qianqian, I'll help you make the pigweed today, and you will make braised pork at Zhiqing Point." After Gao Chunmei finished speaking, she directly took four baskets.

"When I get off work to help you deliver pigweed, you stay at Zhiqing Point and don't leave." Ji Mufeng is very happy to have braised pork to eat today.

Song Qianqian rode away on a bicycle, and the other educated youths were envious in their eyes, they had to work hard every day, and they were really more popular than people.

Ji Mufeng came to work in the field, he had to finish it earlier today, and then go to the foot of the mountain to find Gao Chunmei and help Song Qianqian hand over the pigweed.

Gao Chunmei came to the foot of the mountain to cut the grass, today she has to speed up, four baskets of grass can be cut before eating.

Song Qianqian rode to the post office first, and just happened to receive Li Qiang's package, and when she opened it, she saw that it was all food.

There are toffee, fruit candy, canned fruit, malt milk and peach crisp.

Song Qianqian left the post office for a while, took out chili sauce and beef jerky, and some dry goods and wool.

returned to the post office and sent it to Li Qiang, Song Qianqian didn't want to owe favors, so she went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Bought soap, towels, kettle, toothbrush, toothpaste and alabaster.

Finally, I went to a state-run restaurant to buy meat buns, so that I didn't have to cook at night, and I could eat all ten meat buns.

Back at the Zhiqing Point, Song Qianqian began to make braised pork, and the fragrance gradually drifted outside, crying many children in the village.

"Is anyone there?" A lady came to knock on the courtyard door of the young people.

"Who?" Song Qianqian opened the courtyard door curiously.

"Song Zhiqing, are you stewing meat?"

"I'm making braised pork, is there something wrong with my aunt?"

"Can I trade something for you? The children in the house are making a lot of noise. ”

"I make pork water and pig head meat, if you don't mind, you can exchange firewood, but you can't change it until eleven o'clock, and you have to taste it when it's cooked."

"Okay, let's get firewood at eleven o'clock."

"Well, I'll close the door first, big lady." After Song Qianqian finished speaking, she closed the courtyard door and went back to the room, and sat on the kang to translate books.

After an hour, I turned over the pot, added two sticks of firewood to the stove, and then returned to the kang to continue the translation.

Waiting until half past ten, Song Qianqian washed rice and steamed rice, then fished out some water, and took out half of the pig's head, cut it and put it in a bowl, a total of ten servings, and she didn't have more.

At eleven o'clock, a few villagers came to exchange for braised meat, and they brought empty bowls and helped her put firewood in the courtyard.

After changing ten servings of braised meat, there were no more people, Song Qianqian closed the courtyard door, put the firewood into the space, and then put it in the room and piled it up.

Song Qianqian also fried two leafy vegetables, and the rest of the braised pork was all cut, and a bowl was left for the old intellectuals, all of which were pig's head meat and some large intestines.

She chopped the pig's trotters into small pieces, cut the pig's head and tongue into slices, cut the liver and heart into thin slices, and cut the large intestine and pig's ears into long strips.

At this time, the educated youths had already finished work, Ji Mufeng was the first to come back, and Gao Chunmei followed behind him.

"Ji Mufeng, go and give this bowl of braised pork to the old intellectual." Song Qianqian ordered unceremoniously.

"Okay, I'll be right back." After Ji Mufeng finished speaking, he walked to the kitchen with the bowl of braised meat.

"Qianqian, why do you want to give them braised pork?" Gao Chunmei asked puzzled.

"Sister Chunmei, this bowl of braised pork is not worth much, we still have to live in Zhiqing Point, so we have to live in peace with them." As soon as Song Qianqian's words fell, Ji Mufeng ran back with an empty bowl.

"It smells so good! Qianqian's cooking skills are really good. Ji Mufeng directly used the bowl in his hand to fill the rice.

The three of them sat on the kang to eat, Song Qianqian packed four portions of braised pork, and she put the rest in the brine, which could be more flavorful when eaten in the evening.

"Qianqian, why is there so much firewood in your room?" Gao Chunmei asked curiously.

"I exchanged the braised meat with the villagers, the braised meat was so fragrant that the child cried, and cut ten portions of meat for some firewood." Song Qianqian's approach made Ji Mufeng very satisfied.

"Don't talk nonsense, eat quickly, the braised pork made by Qianqian is better than the one sold in Beijing." Ji Mufeng hurriedly changed the topic.

"Well, it tastes really good, teach me next time you make it." Gao Chunmei gnawed on the pig's trotters and said.

"There's no secret, it's just that there are many varieties of marinades, and it's not easy to collect them all." Song Qianqian didn't lie, she used all marinade packets.

"Okay, I'll take care of the food." Gao Chunmei gnawed very hard.

When the old intellectuals came back and smelled the aroma of meat, and saw the braised meat on the table in the hall, their hearts were balanced a lot, but there were still intellectuals who spoke badly.

"Comrade Song is really, how can you just take a bowl?" Liu Zhaodi is fine, just arch the fire.

"Yo, then you take some meat tickets out to buy meat, and invite us old intellectuals to eat meat." Li Guofu said loudly.

"Well, I don't have a meat ticket in my hand." Liu Zhaodi is not a fool.

"Then what nonsense are you talking about, don't eat it if you don't have enough meat, and you can't stop chattering here." Li Guofu didn't save her face at all.

Liu Zhaodi was said to be in tears, but unfortunately no one paid attention to her at all, she wanted to eat meat and said that people were stingy, and she had to set up a memorial arch when she became a bitch.

Tang Ruyan took the money ticket and came to Song Qianqian to exchange for braised meat, seeing that she was pitiful and Song Qianqian changed a lot of braised meat for her, of course, the premise is that Song Qianqian will definitely make a lot of money.

Wang Baoqiang also ran over to change the braised pork, and Song Qianqian happily took the money ticket, cut a large plate of braised pork and handed it to him.

"Take it, and cut some more meat for you." Song Qianqian is also for Gao Chunmei.

"Thank you, Comrade Song, next time I will ask you to change the braised meat." Wang Baoqiang thanked him and left happily.

Ji Mufeng is a bottomless pit, several plates of braised pork have been eaten, and the marinated bibimbap tastes great.

After eating, Ji Mufeng consciously cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, Gao Chunmei went back to the room to take a nap, and Song Qianqian was also tired and took a nap.

Ji Mufeng returned to his room, reminisced about the braised pork he had just eaten, and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

In the afternoon, the educated youths went to work in the fields, and Song Qianqian continued to translate books, she had to hurry up and translate well, and the autumn harvest would soon be ushered in.

Gao Chunmei came over in the evening, Song Qianqian took out the meat bun, and asked her to cut a few plates of braised pork, it was dinner today.

Ji Mufeng was very satisfied with eating today, packed up the dishes and chopsticks and boiled some hot water, the three of them lined up to take a bath, and then went back to their rooms after taking a bath.

It was hot, the old intellectuals were in the courtyard to cool off, Song Qianqian went back to the room and put down the mosquito net, there were many mosquitoes in the countryside, she closed the door and entered the space.

is still the most comfortable in the space, Song Qianqian eats a box of ice cream, reads novels to pass the time, and rests for a while before writing novels.

She has a good impression of Ji Mufeng, but if she wants to say that there is really no love, she feels that she is cold and cold, and her heart is not beating violently, she just thinks that he is very handsome.

I don't know, is she cold, as if she was like this in her previous life, she has never felt love, she longs for that kind of love, vigorous love.