CH 102

After Li Laifu finished speaking, Li Daniu fell into silence. After a long time, he said, "I am only half-leader of the brigade. I will not get mixed up. Let my brother worry about it!"

Then, the brigade members broke out in a fight again, and Li Laifu hurriedly left Daniu's house.

Li Daniu went to his big brother, Li Dali, that day. After a few days of recovery, Li Dali could freely walk with crutches and take care of some trivial chores at home.

He Songbai saw that his brother-in-law did all the work he wanted to do. He could do it just fine, even though he did it slowly while humming a song.

After cutting wood, he helped Zhao Lanxiang to grind rice flour.

Zhao Lanxiang wanted to make rice noodles at night, but He Songbai was very busy and tired. She would rather grind it by herself, rather than wake him up to do the hard work. Li Dali saw this, let the woman rest, and pushed the grinding wheel himself.

He Songye sat down on a small bench and wiped the sweat that had oozed between her husband's foreheads with her sleeves. She smiled at her husband, who was grinding rice flour.

The pure white sticky rice milk oozes out from the mill, with a fresh rice milk fragrance.

Zhao Lanxiang said gratefully, "Thank you, Captain."

Li Dali jokingly said, "No need to thank me. The best food I have eaten in my life is what I have eaten here in the past half a year. I want to thank you!"

Zhao Lanxiang uses freshly ground rice milk to make rice noodles. She wanted to make a cultural heritage local specialty, the famous old-friend noodles.

She cut the pig liver, pork intestine, and pork into thin slices. Then cut the freshly picked spring bamboo shoots into uniform thin strips and marinated them to make sour bamboo shoots. Add tender green bean, stir-fry them with tender ginger, minced garlic, and minced chili until fragrant.

She boiled pork bones for soup base for three hours, seasoned with more than ten kinds of spices, then she added the stir-fried ingredients. The soup was hot and sour and delicious, with a refreshing aroma.

Eating it in winter drives away the wind and cold, warms the heart and lungs. In summer, people eat it as an appetizer and invigorating the spleen. The old-friend noodles is sour and spicy. It was stimulating and refreshing.

Holding a large pot of noodles, Sanya inhaled deeply, "It smells so spicy, my saliva is flowing!"

She loves spicy food, but it was the first time she had eaten this kind of sour, spicy, and salty soup. She inhaled a mouthful of hot soup. The noodle soup had layered flavors that caught her attention. First, the sourness was so refreshing that her tongue involuntarily secreted saliva. Then, the spicy taste slightly stimulated her taste buds, causing her to eat more, and she couldn't help but stop to wipe her sweat.5

The salty taste carries the delicate and tender flavor of pork, which was intoxicating. The layered flavors make people more and more fascinated.

Sister He just sucked on the rice noodles and ate them clean. She finished her last drop of soup and ate all the things in the bowl. After that, she belched satisfactorily.

She gestured happily, "Bamboo, delicious. Sour and crisp, appetizing."

Li Dali had recovered, so this is the first time he ate something slightly spicy, and his head was somewhat sweaty.

He heard his wife's appetite and stared at her involuntarily.

Sister He was blushing, and she looked shy under the man's hot eyes.

He Songbai ate very gracefully. The others had finished eating, but he still picking young bean sprouts and sour bamboo shoots. After eating, others were scattered, and he finally put down his chopsticks and revealed his white teeth.

"After eating, I'll do the test paper."

He quickly packed up the tableware, washed it, and sneaked into his girlfriend's room.1

Spring had become extremely warm and hot, and the cold nights had become cool and humid. There was a very light gardenia fragrance in the woman's room.

He flipped through his girlfriend's textbooks and picked mathematics and physics. Then he sat upright and began to study meticulously.

Zhao Lanxiang asked him about the pig farm, and He Songbai threw a small book to her.

Zhao Lanxiang checked carefully, "You... why you have no money again."

He Songbai was extremely ashamed and couldn't help but lightly cough.

"Expansion of a pig farm is a must. Now the policies and environment have become loose, so we have to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune. Who knows what wind will blow in the future."

"This is... my remaining money." He scratched his head, pulled out a crumpled banknote from his pocket, and handed it to her.

The shabby banknote still faintly had his body temperature. Zhao Lanxiang counted the notes and locked them in a box.

"I'll save it for you. I'm afraid you will be so courageous to invest all your capital in the future. I don't want your money."

He Songbai squeezed the corners of his lips upwards, "It's okay if you want it, foolish woman."

'It was originally saved for you.' He was embarrassed to say this sentence. He only remembered it silently in his heart, and then he turned to the book full of energy and devotion to read it.1

After He Songbai went to the city to do business, he would probably feed the pigs to death. He spent a total of half a day with Li Zhong and asked him to come back with a few pig-raising books to learn techniques by himself. Grandma is old, and he doesn't want to trouble her. So after eating, he came to his girlfriend to read about pig breeding, and by the way, he reviewed the basic knowledge.

Zhao Lanxiang didn't know what sort of door He Songbai had opened. He really studied the textbook seriously and then wrote a lot of notes.

She looked at him with satisfaction. The smile on her lips froze for half a second.

"..."

"After reading, remember to write this. Your math is not good. I am afraid you can't even read the pig breeding book."

Zhao Lanxiang pushed the test paper in her hand.

...

In the silent night, the only bright lamp in the room was placed at the table. The swaying light reflected the man's straight back like a lush little cypress tree.

He wrote the last stroke and placed the books on the table.

His girlfriend was sleeping soundly in bed. Her white face was revealing a certain degree of tranquility. Her cheeks were slightly covered with healthy pale pink. Maybe she thought it was too hot, so she kicked the thin blanket to the side. He Songbai picked up the quilt and covered her.

Unexpectedly, at the moment he leaned over, a small book in his pocket slipped to the ground, waking up the sleeping woman.

Zhao Lanxiang stretched her waist and said vaguely, "You have not sleep yet?"