Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 27 Wild hemp is also collective

Lin Yulan was so busy working until it was dark that Lin Yulan carried half a bag of Sanyue Qi and ran home excitedly.

"Sister~ I'm back!" She grabbed a handful and handed it to Lin Yuzhu like offering a treasure, smiling all over her face, showing the word flattery to the fullest.

"My intuition tells me that you want something from me."

Lin Yuzhu reached out and fiddled with the dried vegetables in the dustpan, squeezed a San Yue 萢 from her hand and threw it into her mouth, "Tell me, what are you hungry for?"

"Hey hey~" Lin Yulan shook the cloth bag with a smile, "Sister, look, you promised to make me a cake, right~"

"so what?"

"This, this, is more delicious than strawberries! You can make me some jam and cake to eat~"

"Good guy" Lin Yuzhu turned her head to look at her with a complicated face, "You really dare to think about it"

"Just make some for me~" Lin Yulan pouted pitifully, "The poverty here is beyond my imagination. If it weren't for you, a fellow townsman, I would be depressed every minute. Sister, let me have a taste of belonging to us. Let’s miss things from that era.”

"Acting like a baby and selling feelings, this wave of operations is okay." Lin Yuzhu gave her a helpless look, and took the small cloth bag, "Next time, pay attention to the management of expressions, and at least hide the shining eyes."

"I've tried my best." Lin Yulan waved her hands indifferently, picked up the dustpan quickly and walked in with a smile, "The process is not important, as long as you agree."

Lin Yuzhu weighed the bag, and sighed, all the candies at home were put into it for this greedy heartless person.

Wash the fruit and put it aside to control the water. After the two of them finished their housework, Lin Yulan couldn't wait to urge the jam to boil.

Every household has a small, low pottery stove. Lin Yuzhu carried the sugar jar out and scraped the lumps of sugar into the enamel soup basin.

The sugar is not willing to eat after buying it. It is not an airtight container, and it will stick to a ball after a long time.

She is willing to take it out to make jam mainly because she finds that the sugar has begun to ferment and become sour.

The flames licked the bottom of the enamel basin, the red jam gurgled with small bubbles, the bamboo slices kept rolling out circles of lines, and the air was fruity and sweet.

"Is it alright? It's thickened, is it done?" Lin Yulan held her chin in a hurry, and wanted to stretch her finger down to touch it a little, but she was afraid it would be hot.

"What's the rush, there's no refrigerator here, and it needs to be boiled thoroughly to withstand storage." Lin Yuzhu continued to stir meticulously.

"Let's go? I'll do it in two days." Lin Yulan received the death stare, and grinned embarrassingly, "One month, no more." After speaking, she held the small glass jar respectfully in front of Lin Yuzhu.

"Why does it look familiar?" Lin Yuzhu squinted her eyes and stared at her, "Did you finish that half can of brown sugar in a day?"

"I didn't drink it secretly." Lin Yulan grinned, "I brushed Jiang Rong and steamed brown sugar ginger tea for you~ My nanny makes it for me every month. It's better than drinking brown sugar water directly. bowl."

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake on you." Lin Yuzhu laughed dumbfounded, as expected, she was so poor that the strings in her mind were tense, and she actually cared about a few taels of brown sugar.

After dinner, Second Aunt Song came over in a hurry, saying that she had something to do at home, and left in a hurry.

Lin Yuzhu didn't care too much, and the family sat in the yard to deal with the ginger seeds.

Clean up the excess branches and leaves, fold the fruit-bearing branches to half an arm's length, and tie them into handfuls with straw.

"Sister, when can I go to the fair with you to see the world? I also want to see the outside world." Lin Yulan held up a handful of ginger seeds in aggrieved way, "I have also worked hard."

"Let's wait for the slack season to see if we can get some cloth tickets for you to make summer clothes."

"It took a lot of effort!" Lin Yulan threw away the branches and raised her chin proudly, "When I was picking March chanterelles today, I saw a lot of wild ramie growing in the wasteland. It would be better to cut ramie and weave summer cloth in the summer."

"It's a cash crop, collective." Lin Yuzhu glanced at her indifferently, "Cutting hemp, peeling the leaves, peeling the hemp, scraping the greens, soaking the hemp, bleaching the hemp, and drying the hemp will be part of your labor tasks in the future. "

"Huh?" Lin Yulan blinked her eyes, "It's gone? Don't twist it into thread and weave it?"

Lin Yuzhu thought about it for a while, and shook her head, "The production team organizes members to make silk ramie, and then transports it to the county purchasing station to sell directly for money. It seems that no one in the village knows how to weave."

"I! I will!" Lin Yulan patted her chest loudly, "When my grandmother was alive, she would arrest me every winter and summer vacation to pass on the legacy. It was very scary! Sitting in front of the loom for a whole day made my back sore Painful leg numb..."

"You still have this skill?" Lin Yuzhu was very surprised, "I don't think you have a character that can sit still?"

Lin Yulan sighed faintly, "My grandma said that the industry is developing too fast, and many old crafts are no longer passed on. If young people don't learn, they can only watch documentaries in the future."

"I don't care about the inheritance of intangible cultural heritage. I just want to follow her wishes. I was raised at my grandmother's house when I was a child. At that time, I always felt that she would definitely not like me if she pulled her face every day."

"Once I had a high fever in the middle of the night, she carried me to the hospital, and sat there watching me cry all night while I was in a hanging bottle."

She raised her head and looked at the mountains shrouded in twilight in the distance, "Actually, I really want to go to that small town to see if my grandmother is there, and what I looked like when I was young."

Lin Yuzhu listened silently. She had seen too many left-behind children, and their childhoods were not complete.

She rubbed the top of Lin Yulan's head with a smile, "Okay, wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival. I'll see if I can save up some money and food stamps, and get a letter of introduction to accompany you to try your luck."

You don't have to attend night classes, but you still have to listen to labor tasks.

Lin Yuzhu still went to the school empty-handed, leaned at the door and listened to the labor assignment arrangement, turned around and left.

"Lin Yuzhu, wait a minute."

Lin Yuzhu stepped across the ditch, turned around and looked impatiently at Zhou Zhiqing who was holding a book, "What's the matter?"

Lin Yuzhu didn't like running around, and the labor tasks were scattered. As long as she didn't see each other immediately, she and Zhou Zhiqing couldn't see each other twice a day.

Zhou Zhiqing was aroused by her cold tone with a sense of shame, her fingers pinching the book tightened, and her usually gentle voice raised a lot.

"The captain asked me to teach everyone knowledge. Learning opportunities are hard-won, so cherish them, you know? My current attitude towards learning is very bad, don't you know?"

Lin Yuzhu licked her back molars, and raised the corners of her mouth mockingly, "Are you preaching? I thought you were going to apologize. If not, then I'll be leaving first."

She glanced at Song Yi who was standing at the door and couldn't see his expression clearly, and thought that Song Gang would apologize to others if he was stubborn, and he was much cuter than Zhou Zhiqing.

The matter of the love letter, whether it was what she said or not, at least there was a clear explanation in front of everyone.

In any case, Zhou Zhiqing shouldn't talk to her in such an arrogant manner.

Zhou Zhiqing's face was swept away, and she looked at her straight back with gloomy eyes.

The villagers were very polite to him, and even praised him a little. At this moment, he really felt contempt.

And it was from someone who had once admired him.

"Captain! You better take care of her! I sacrificed my time to give her lectures, and I have to apologize in the end!"

Song Yi folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, secretly suppressed the corners of his mouth, straightened his face, "It's fine if she doesn't study, you continue to lecture, I still have something to do in the office."

After speaking, he patted him on the shoulder to express his comfort, then turned around and strode across the ditch into the night.

(End of this chapter)