The next day, Shunzi went to He Songbai's pig farm.In the past, the elderly on the pig farm rarely left to continue to work, because they all made enough money, and they did not want to worry about the days of fear every day. This kind of days is laborious and not to mention that the risks are still great.Straight was able to stay because it was attracted by the "high salary" opened by the farm owner.
He can earn more money to enjoy his old age.
Shunzi is a thin and weak man with a pale complexion and panting like a bellows. Others say that he has a weak body in his womb. From time to time he has to eat some nutrients and have a high-income but not tired job. It's good.
He Songbai asked Shunzi to take Liang Tiezhu how to post and how to watch the post.
Liang Tiezhu was originally reluctant to follow the risky work of re-dried pork, but He Songbai persuaded him to follow him and learn to send a whistle.Selling pork is a matter of good fortune. He Songbai is willing to take him, and Liang Tiezhu did not counsel, and he also invested in the daughter-in-law he had earned over the years.
On the other hand, Tie Zhu still took care of both ends, earning extra money from Zhao Lanxiang.He was on a midnight shift. When Shunzi came to the post, he went to sell cakes to Zhao Lanxiang. He didn't go to the black market anymore, but he still collected some food for pigs.
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He Songye still learns to make clothes with Zhao Lanxiang, and the climate in winter is extremely cold.
He Songye originally had no new clothes for winter, but she helped to do a few days of work on Zhao Zhiqing's side, and saw that every day the corners were discarded with small leftovers. Later, Zhao Zhiqing gave these little cloths to her very readily.
He Songye was very grateful.
She used these "wastes" of different widths to sew up a coat for herself.
Zhao Lanxiang saw this gray, blue and white "contrast color" coat, and she looked up to the elder sister.
She thought that the men's water-polished denim jacket she made for He Songbai was already moist and old enough. Unexpectedly, the elder sister was even more powerful. She completely stitched a contrasting jacket out of scrap material.Put it together with plain rags, the simplicity is full of lines, and the stitches can be hidden well, but they can be concealed and generously exposed.
However, Zhao Lanxiang later took out a few larger pieces of cloth to "fill the facade" for He Songye.
Although it looks awkward with current eyes, its colors blend well.
It's not too obtrusive, but it's really in line with the clothes worn by the poor, and it doesn't even need to be worn, which makes Zhao Lanxiang unable to bear a thumbs up.
"These rags are also used for stitching and stitching, or the elder sister's ingenuity and dexterity play a greater role."
He Songye touched his new coat, his face slightly embarrassed, and he lowered his head.
Where is she embarrassed to be praised by Zhao Zhiqing!
"I still can do it with a sewing machine. This is really a good thing. No wonder everyone loves it."
He Songye's thumb touched the black and bright body of the sewing machine lovingly. This kind of expensive large piece was thought of by all the girls in the city, but now she is with her every day.
Although the days of rushing to work to make clothes are boring, they are full and vivid in her heart.
Even the rhythmic jumping of the thread under the needle is so fun!
She fell in love with this job. She felt a different kind of fun than usual. It was different from the mechanical work that was repeated mechanically. Making clothes was alive, creative and alive!
Zhao Zhiqing not only taught her to sew clothes, but also taught her to "paint" clothes.
He Songye sighed as he looked at the fabric that was gradually decreasing in the room.
As the weather gets colder, her simple and interesting "tailoring" career is about to end!At the end of the knot, Sister He's heavy stone moved away, but she fell in love with it again.
She touched the body reluctantly, "Is anyone here to get clothes today?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded.
She counted the results of their labor this time, and the two of them made a total of 30 thickened tunic suits in a month.Well, in fact, the main work force is Sister He.
Zhao Lanxiang flattened the clothes piece by piece, and ironed the clothes piece by piece in an enamel cup with boiling water.She folded the ironed clothes into squares with a familiar fold, which was generous and beautiful.
It didn't take long for the dull sky to gradually change into a gray color, and the roar of the rooster came from afar.
Zhao Lanxiang understood her meaning and couldn't help laughing.
"Go to breakfast and wait to get back to sleep."
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the gray sky, thinking that He Songbai was about to get up to do the mysterious work of his god, and she went to the firehouse to make breakfast.
Sister He burned her fire and laid hands.
She kneads the dough with sweet potato starch, and the dough was rubbed into dough by her.Use a rolling pin to crush the ball into a flat skin, and mix the jelly with fresh meat, corn and leek into eight wrinkled buns.The thinner the skin, the more crystal clear after steaming out.
Put oil in the pan, fry the buns for a while, add water to cover the lid.When the water in the pot evaporates, she lifts the lid, and the crystal frying pan in the pot is steaming with steam, and through the layer of fat-like skin, she seems to smell the smell of meat in the air.
"Come for breakfast!"
Sister He squatted beside the stove and looked at the chubby crystal fried buns. She had an appetite.
She took a bite, from bottom to top, the bottom of the bun was crispy, the dough was soft, and the mouth was full of gravy.
It was fragrant and delicious. She solved four buns in two bites, washed her hands and got into Zhao Lanxiang's house and started to work hard.
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He Songbai, who got up early, hurriedly gnawed two buns, buttoned his clothes and asked the object: "Want to go with me to see where I work?"
He stayed awake almost all night last night, but he was still full of energy and his dark eyes were bright and deep.
Zhao Lanxiang heard the words, almost brightened, and looked up at him in disbelief.
"Don't you hide me?"
He Songbai nodded helplessly and took the subject into his Phoenix car.
Even the smell of pig feces on her body can't escape her nose, where can he hide it!
However, the pig farm over there has been almost completed, and the situation has stabilized, and the new pig farm has been neatly collected by them.He couldn't wait to share this delightful news with her so that she could also taste his happiness.
Zhao Lanxiang uttered a cry and couldn't cry.
"Your buns haven't finished eating yet, and you will definitely be hungry later."
In a hurry, she wrapped several in a pocket with a clean handkerchief, and the man rode her on a twenty-eight bicycle to bump her on the rugged mountain road.
His broad shoulders almost blocked most of the cold wind for her. She leaned on his back, and she couldn't help but feel warm.
When he finally rides less bumpy, and the whizzing mountain breeze also becomes smaller, she silently reaches out his hand and leans to his mouth, carrying a bun with her fingertips.
"Come and eat one?"
He Songbai only slightly lowered his head and contained a hot bun, chewing cheeks helplessly, his deep brow with a faint smile.
After eating four buns in a row, he vaguely commented: "Sweet."
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Fragrance: Obviously it is bacon, where is the sweetness.
Brother Bo: Well, it's very sweet.
Lifetime Jun: "..."
Just... I really want to get rid of these two twins with a sour smell of love?