Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Zhao Lanxiang thought that what he just said might be heard clearly by him, a little embarrassed, and wanted to explain something to him, but she remembered the rumor that he and Pan Yu had drilled the cornfield.

She also withdrew her eyes and walked calmly to the well to fetch water.

She needs to take the initiative to change the habits she has cultivated over the years, especially her habit of following He Songbai involuntarily.Zhao Lanxiang had to admit that the gap between the 19-year-old He Songbai and the 40-year-old man was like a skyrocketing, when they were 40 years old, they could be together and love each other sweetly.

It doesn't mean that the nineteen-year-old can successfully get together, everything has its own fixed number.The real purpose of Zhao Lanxiang's coming to the countryside this time was to prevent him from going to prison, not to catch up with him in love.

Thinking like this, Zhao Lanxiang, who was thinking about it, suddenly suddenly opened his mind and put down his burden.

The stinky pig intestine was rubbed clean with salt, and she washed the pig's trotters carefully after washing the large intestine.The knife scraped the pig's trotters carefully, and the ten thumbs kneaded like massaging it.The red pig's trotters in the white look very cute under the clear water.The greedy meaty Zhao Lanxiang couldn't wait to simmer it quickly with her spices.

Half a catty of pig's trotters is actually not much meat, just a few pieces cut into pieces.But the shy Zhao Lanxiang can only temporarily suppress his greedy heart.

Fortunately, these two things are very cost-effective, except for the meat ticket.A pound of large intestine for two cents, and a pig's trotter for one cent.She deliberately picked the fat and even trotters, thinking it was too early, and it was too late to stew a five-spice trotters.

Sister He hasn't finished work yet, and it's not too early for the dinner of the He family. She borrowed the stove head of the He family.

She blanched the pig's trotters with water and stained with wine and soy sauce for half an hour.The next meal was a frying pan with oil and ginger slices. The spices were wrapped in gauze and made into a spice bag. The trotters were put in the small pot and simmered slowly.Stew until the water is almost dry and gelatinous, and the pig's trotters become shiny and shiny.

The water in the pot was gurgling, and she satisfactorily sniffed the rising scent and closed the lid.

He Sanya came home first. She put down the heavy pigweed on her back and smelled the aroma and walked to the fire room involuntarily.This is a strong and overbearing scent. The hungry people feel the colic hunger more and more when they smell the stomach.The saliva in He Sanya's mouth was straight, she saw Zhao Lanxiang in the chaifang as if shocked, she looked at it greedily, turned her head and ran to the yard to pour herself a large bowl of water, biting a song Qu Cai drinks with water.

Zhao Lanxiang, who was concentrating on cooking, was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Xiao Nizi, and then she could not help but see her lying on the well and drinking raw water to eat wild vegetables.

She led the child into the fire room, the lid of the small pot was lifted, and the eight pieces of pork trotters were stewed softly and sweetly, and the oil glowed brightly.She took out a bowl for He Sanya, clipped one with chopsticks and blew it in front of her mouth, and blew it into the bowl.

"Eat it."

He Sanya exposed a white glutinous rice tooth, buried her head and nibbled like a small animal, and twitched her fingers.She has no slight tweaks and does not understand the complex rules of the adult world.She was accustomed to people's cold eyes, beaten without crying, timidly numb like a puppet without emotion.

However, as long as she is slightly better for her, the bright smile in her black eyes is as warm as the flames in the stove.After she finished eating, her face was buried in the bowl and giggled smirkingly, licking the smell left in the bowl hard.

He Songbai saw this scene after feeding the pigs back.

In the dimly lit fire room, the small tongue licked the pot gently.The jumping flame outlined the woman who was squatting on the stove head very gently. His stupid girl was eating rice and meat around others.

Everything is very harmonious, except that Sanya eats meat with the woman.

He sank his face and shouted Sanya.

"Who made you eat people for nothing?"

The voice of the young man in the voice-changing period was low and hoarse with uncontrollable anger. He stepped forward to He Sanya in two steps and three steps. Several crumpled votes were placed on the table, and the voice said firmly:

"Don't give her anything to eat in the future."

Zhao Lanxiang's body moved back two steps involuntarily. The fierceness on He Songbai's face gave her a feeling that he was about to hit someone.

Then he really beat He Sanya and opened the flower in her ass, letting her stand in the corner.However, He Sanya was beaten up, and Pite was really porcelain.Although she was beaten by her elder brother, she ate two pig's trotters anyway, until she stood at the corner of the wall, she tapped her mouth and thought hard about the smell of trotters.

In fact, she did not know that she was eating trotters. Where did she recognize the taste of trotters?This poor child has fewer opportunities to eat pork all year round.Later, this hungry pig's trotter became the unforgettable taste of He Sanya's life.

Zhao Lanxiang was so funny and angry that he walked in front of He Songbai and said, "It is me who feeds her. She knows what a child knows. Do you even want to beat me?"

He Songbai stood on the spot, only feeling a kind of embarrassment spread throughout his body.How much did he want his lovely sister to have a full meal with pain, she hadn’t had any meal since birth, and she had no milk to drink after two or three months. Feed her to grow up.But he worked exhaustedly and worked hard, and could not get a full meal.

Just blame God for letting them live in the He family, and he followed him for a whole lot of sins.

He Songbai's black eyes were covered with gray. He only looked at Zhao Lanxiang once and turned to drill into the firewood room.Big palm grabbed two handfuls of brown rice and started to prepare the dinner of the He family.

Zhao Lanxiang felt that the look he had just made her feel suddenly shattered.

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When Sister He returned home in the evening, He Sanya called her under the corner with a smile.

Zhao Lanxiang took out the fried pig intestines and trotters, and presented them with a bowl of rice. She said with a smile: "Last night you ate a meal, let's eat together today."

Sister He hurriedly shook her head. Although the meal yesterday was a sumptuous meal for them, because the rice was placed more than usual.But it is still shabby. How can it be compared with the meat and rice laid out by Zhao Zhiqing?

Zhao Lanxiang was already a large intestine with a few chopsticks in Sister He's bowl, and said with a smile: "These are meat, but they are all pigs and are worth less money. Sister you can eat with confidence!"

This friendship is too expensive. Sister He looked at Zhao Zhiqing with gratitude and gratitude. She used hot water to soak the rice into the back room for her grandmother to eat.Once the whole family has something delicious, it will always be left to her.The rice that Zhao Zhiqing bought was all fine grain. It was so soft that it chewed in the mouth as if it would melt away. It was soft and smooth, with a slight sweet taste.Unlike the coarse grains they eat, their throats ache.

Sister He finished her meal with guilt and satisfaction. This meal was almost a delicacy that she had never tasted in her life. After Zhao Zhiqing finished eating, she scraped all the dishes for the younger sister to eat cleanly.With the exception of He Songbai, the He family was very full and satisfied this evening.

In the evening when Zhao Lanxiang took a shower, Sister He came to her room with a touch of black, put a stack of money on Zhao Lanxiang's table, and carefully pressed it with the celadon vase.

The money happened to be the "rent" paid by Zhao Lanxiang yesterday.

The author has something to say: He Songbai looks like a wolfdog, in fact he is a little milk dog, poor little milk dog

PS: If in the future, if there is less, I will make it up, don’t worry