Song Qianqian woke up from sleep, washed her face after getting up, and then worked after waking up, and slept really comfortably.

Boil water and steamed steamed buns, Song Qianqian thought for a while, and went to pick some shallots, she wanted to make a few flower rolls, which was really a little greedy.

Song Qianqian was also considered white and rich in her previous life, her parents passed away but she had money in her pocket, and she had been eating out at that time.

Later, I learned to cook food with Douyin, and I didn't want to eat hamburger and cola after going abroad, so I cooked and ate it by myself.

Therefore, Song Qianqian can make almost everything, and she remembers it once she has done it, and she can also make cakes, snacks, desserts, even chocolate, coffee, cocoa, and all kinds of wine.

Once, she also stayed in the winery, went to the winery to learn winemaking during the summer vacation, the boss liked the food she cooked, and the proprietress liked all kinds of snacks, so they became good friends.

They also made Chinese noodles together, and Song Qianqian taught the two of them by hand, and also learned how to make wine.

Harmony noodles, Song Qianqian is ready to make steamed buns and flower rolls, but unfortunately this era can't be too extravagant, even if you eat fine grains, some people will be red-eyed.

In the mountains, Ji Mufeng was chopping firewood hard, and Gao Chunmei picked up a large basket of dead branches, which were also covered with various leaves, which were particularly useful for igniting fires.

"Ji Mufeng, are you okay?" Gao Chunmei is going back to the Zhiqing point.

"I'll be fine right away, wait for me a little longer." Ji Mufeng was afraid of being targeted again, so he asked Gao Chunmei to wait for him.

The other educated youths are also getting better, everyone sped up their speeds, in fact, they were also afraid of encountering wild boars, and yesterday's scene scared everyone.

When I returned to Zhiqing Point, smelled the fragrance of steamed buns, and saw the chimney smoking, everyone knew that Song Qianqian was cooking dinner.

Gao Chunmei and Ji Mufeng went to put firewood, and they didn't have to take out the firewood in their room, after all, they had to burn the kang when the temperature was low.

"You're back! Wash your hands and get ready for dinner. Song Qianqian also fried a few dishes.

"Hey, we'll be here soon." Gao Chunmei said as she smelled the scent of steamed buns.

The other educated youths were all envious, Song Qianqian fried hot and sour shredded potatoes, as well as scrambled eggs and cucumbers with leeks, and then served with white flour steamed buns and flower rolls, such a dinner was already very good.

After dinner, Gao Chunmei was responsible for cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and Song Qianqian took out five catties of pork and let Ji Mufeng chop them all into pieces.

"Let's eat braised lion's head tomorrow, and the staple food will be dumplings stuffed with green onions, you two won't have an opinion, right?" Song Qianqian asked with a smile.

"No, you can do anything, I'm not a picky eater anyway." Ji Mufeng was the first to make a statement.

"I don't have a problem with it, just eat some of it." Gao Chunmei said doggedly.

Song Qianqian smiled with satisfaction, and made dumplings directly in the evening, otherwise it would be too late tomorrow morning, anyway, when they left to collect the space, they would have been cooked tomorrow morning.

The temperature outside has dropped several degrees, and now the temperature difference between morning and evening is quite large, no one will take a bath every day on this kind of day, they know that the youth love to be clean and diligent, and some people in the village do not even wash for a month.

The temperature in the Northeast is particularly fast, and there will be snowy days at the end of October, so they need to stock up on more firewood.

The farm work in the fields has also been done, and the villagers also have to go to the mountains to cut firewood, pick wild fruits and some mountain goods by the way, and stock up on more food so that they will not go hungry.

There are still a lot of materials in the mountains, Song Qianqian doesn't plan to go up the mountain to grab it, she goes into the mountains with the educated youth to collect firewood in the morning, stays in the afternoon to translate books, and then goes into the space to write novels in the evening, her schedule is very tight.

A dreamless night.

Early the next morning, Song Qianqian washed up and cooked dumplings, just out of the pot, the two of them entered the door before and after, sat on the kang and ate dumplings with satisfaction, garlic and vinegar were really delicious.

"The dumplings stuffed with green onions are so delicious." Gao Chunmei is still hungry.

"Well, the dumplings are very fragrant." Ji Mufeng was also very happy to eat.

"The green onions are greasy, and the green onions are full of fragrance." Song Qianqian also thought it was delicious.

After eating, they went into the mountain together, there are a lot of people in the mountains today, Song Qianqian followed Gao Chunmei, and the two will not be separated together.

When Ji Mufeng saw so many people, he sped up the action of chopping wood, and they went down the mountain at ten o'clock.

"Qianqian, don't go into the mountains tomorrow, it's not safe for people in the mountains." Ji Mufeng said uneasily.

"That's right, there are a lot of people staring at you today, so it's better to stay safe at Zhiqing Point." Gao Chunmei also found out just now.

"Okay, then I'll make you something to eat." Song Qianqian didn't want to go into the mountains anymore, there were too many people and she couldn't go into the mountains.

Back at the Zhiqing Point, the three of them looked for work to do, Ji Mufeng went to the backyard to pick some vegetables, Gao Chunmei was responsible for washing rice and cooking, and Song Qianqian wanted to be a lion's head.

Anyway, they cooperate seamlessly, and they are never idle to look for work.

Ji Mufeng picked the vegetables and gave them to Song Qianqian, he also had to chop the coarse firewood small, of course, he also had to leave some large burning kang, the thick wood could be burned until dawn, and the thin branches had to add firewood in the middle of the night.

At noon, the smell of meat wafted in the educated youth, and the old intellectuals swallowed saliva when they smelled it, and the other new intellectuals were actually fine, after all, they had just been here for a long time.

"Qianqian, this braised lion's head is so delicious." Gao Chunmei ate three at a meal, Ji Mufeng ate five at a meal, and Song Qianqian only ate two.

"Well, it tastes better than what the Beijing restaurant makes." Ji Mufeng praised.

"Of course, I'll make a lot of good food." Song Qianqian actually restored the child's temperament.

Is it because of the younger age? Song Qianqian was also puzzled.

After eating, they will take a nap, they continue to go up the mountain, Song Qianqian did not go, there is nothing to translate books, otherwise they will be idle and bored.

A few days later, Chen Meier and Cao Juan came back from the hospital, and the captain drove the ox cart to pick them up.

Chen Meier still has to lie on the kang to rest, Cao Juan went up the mountain to collect firewood and no longer guarded her, Song Qianqian saw that Chen Meier didn't speak, it is better not to interact with this kind of person in the future.

Chen Meier originally wanted to apologize, but when she saw Song Qianqian ignoring her, she could only go back and lie on her side on the kang.

Song Qianqian didn't know the youth, either she went into the space to work, or she translated foreign documents, except for getting up early, she was quite comfortable.

About ten days later, Song Qianqian translated another book, rode a bicycle to the post office early in the morning, and got the remittance slip of the previous book.

"Comrade Song, there is still a letter from you here." The staff all knew her.

"Thank you, comrade, please eat candy." Song Qianqian is not a stingy person.

After reading the letter, it was the publishing house that urged her to write a novel, and said that it would be serialized in the newspaper, of course, the reward would not be less than her, Song Qianqian was very happy in her heart, indicating that her writing was very good.

I took out the written novel from my bag and the book that I translated yesterday and sent them to two different places.

Then take out the money from the remittance slip, as well as her pension for this month, all of which are taken out and collected into the space.

This money can be taken for more than a year, and there will be no more when she is eighteen years old, Song Qianqian remembered the original owner, if she has the opportunity to go back to Beijing, she will go to see her parents, after all, she occupies her body, at least she has to say something.

Riding a bicycle to the supply and marketing cooperative, Song Qianqian bought a lot of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and they couldn't get out of the snow and closed the road.