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

Chapter 50 Hot Pork

In the days when you can wring out the bitterness with just a twist, Fang Shuhui suddenly had a luxurious meal, looking at the big bowl of rice in her hand, she was both happy and sad.

The deep-fried eggplant strips are soft and sweet, and the crispy fried salted fish are combined with garlic soy sauce and chilli to create a delicious taste.

There is no trace of sweet potato on the crystal rice, only the oily sauce is accompanied by the softly braised egg and fresh green vegetables.

"Eat~ delicious!"

Lin Yulan poked Fang Shuhui's chopsticks with her chopsticks, stretched out her face and smiled at her with joy.

Fang Shuhui came back to her senses, nodded, just took a bite of rice into her mouth, and put down her chopsticks again.

"Camellia oleifera will not be available until Frost's Descent." She gestured to Lin Yuzhu with a sad face.

Lin Yuzhu put down her chopsticks and smiled at her comfortingly, "Wait until I go to the market to see if there is anyone selling tea oil."

The yield rate of camellia oil is not low, but the picking is done by hand one by one, which requires a lot of manpower.

The camellia trees on the mountain are semi-wild without fertilization.

The Camellia oleifera forest planted by the older generation on the hilltops is a collective cash crop of the production team, and the labor tasks also include repairing the Camellia oleifera forest.

Camellia oleifera grows slowly, while weeds and miscellaneous trees grow fast. Members must clean up the area around the oleifera tree, otherwise it will be blocked by the sun, and the oleifera tree will die slowly.

The production team handed in the task of camellia oleifera fruit, and the rest was distributed to the members to extract oil. The oil from the camellia oleifera fruit allotted for one year was only half a catty.

The tea oil in the Lin family's oil jar was reluctant to eat, knocking and bumping, dipping a little bit on the wound.

Add a few drops when stewing fish.

Lin Yuzhu's act of killing the camellia oil she had saved for several years at once made Fang Shuhui gasp in distress.

But I have used it all, and it is not easy to scold and shake my face.

She ate the delicious rice in small bites, both enjoying and feeling distressed.

Seeing her tangled appearance, Lin Yuzhu felt a little guilty in her heart, and it was difficult to explain many things in the open.

A large casserole of rice was eaten up, and Lin Yuzhu also had a lot of rice.It's all labor. If you really want to open your mouth to eat, the monthly rations issued by the production team can be used up in a few days at most.

Lin Yulan was so full that she burped. Fang Shuhui saw that the walls and bottom of the casserole were still shiny, so she took the leftover sweet potatoes from noon and carefully wiped the oil on it, but she also got full.

"Mom! Are you full? I see your stomach is full!" Lin Yulan smiled and leaned over to poke Fang Shuhui's stomach.

Fang Shuhui stared at her embarrassingly, then gently patted her hand away, and continued to clean up the dishes on the table.

Lin Yuzhu leaned lazily against the wall, pillowing her arms, thinking that she would have to ask Song Iron and Steel for leave at night.

Tomorrow at Sha Pai Wei, she will sell cakes to Xiao Dongming, buy some meat tickets by the way, and go to the food company's store to buy pork and make steamed buns.

The Supply and Marketing Cooperative and the Grain Station will also go there. After receiving Wang Jinfeng's ticket, they have to make some snacks.

There is no morning that is too busy.

Tapping her fingers back and forth behind her head, she sighed softly, if only she had a bicycle.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a strong woman in a blue shirt walking towards the main room through the sunbathing at the door, with a small basket covered with cloth on her arm.

Lin Yuzhu stood up and greeted her with a smile, "Auntie Hong, have you eaten yet?"

Zhao Hongmei was covered in sweat, her hair was disheveled, her black and red face was covered with scratches of congealed blood, her wet locks of hair stuck to her face, and her underwear was full of mud and tears.

"Niece Yuzhu, my family is in mourning, so I won't come in." She raised her sleeve and wiped her face indiscriminately, and forced a smile, "I'm here today to return the meat and eggs."

After she finished speaking, she quickly lifted the cloth, and brought a piece of pork tied with a straw rope and six eggs wrapped in a net to Lin Yuzhu.

"That old godly woman has never done anything unconscionable in her life. When she was old, she lied to me with a big bowl of noodles in broth. I ate the noodles, and I had to pay back the favor."

Lin Yuzhu looked at the pork belly, which weighed at least half a catty, and waved her hands repeatedly to push it back.

"Auntie Hong, I only put a few slices of meat, just a little bit of love. Besides, I still owe you a favor, so I can't do this."

She turned her head and waved to Lin Yulan, "Yulan, bring out the water and snacks."

After explaining, he smiled and pointed to the bamboo chair under the eaves, "Auntie Hong, sit down for a while, drink a bowl of water and rest."

"Stop sitting, the debt collector at home is still waiting for me to eat, so I'll put the things here for you. You know my aunt's temper, if you say you turn your back on it, you turn it back, you can't beat me!"

Zhao Hongmei glared at her threateningly, hung her things on the bamboo chair and hurried away.

Lin Yuzhu looked at her back and sighed secretly.

I don't know how Aunt Hongmei found out that she made the noodles that day.

The funeral was held the next day, but she didn't go. It was my mother who went to Yang's house to help out as a family representative.

When I came back, I said that Grandma Yang and the daughters were crying, but Aunt Hong didn't shed a single tear.

Dressed in hemp and filial piety, they sent them all the way to the fields, and they didn't let the men and nephews of the Yang family carry banners and throw pots, and insisted on letting Xiaolan come by herself.

Back home, after the funeral banquet, I had a huge quarrel with my aunts, and if it wasn't for the members of the commune, I would have almost started a fight.

Lin Yuzhu looked at the meat hanging on the bamboo chair, and sighed again, it's hot
It can only be returned in another way.

As the sky darkened, Lin Yuzhu packed her things and walked to the school. As soon as she got closer, she heard women talking about Zhao Hongmei.

"When I went there, they fought hard. I heard that it was just for a piece of meat, which was specially sent over by someone's daughter's house who put wine and butchered pigs."

"There are so many people in that house, how did she snatch it? Her sisters-in-law are not soft persimmons."

"At the beginning, I couldn't beat them, but not only a few sisters-in-law, but also several men! You son of a bitch, I was annoyed, so I rushed up to help, but Zhao Hongmei kicked me down."

"Hey, she doesn't want you to get involved. After all, it's not in our own production team, so it doesn't make sense to fight."

"I understand, and I didn't blame her. I saw that there were too many of them, and after thinking about it, I couldn't beat them. I let my niece hold the child, and I hurried back to find the captain. When we rushed over, Zhao Hongmei held firewood. Dao has a kitchen knife in one hand, and if she is not allowed to cut pork, she will cut human flesh!"

"and after?"

"The captain told me not to go there, and wait for a while before talking. After Zhao Hongmei cut her flesh, she went over and scolded her severely, and took her away."

Standing outside, Lin Yuzhu listened to the laughter inside, looked at Song Yi who was coming from a distance, and curled the corners of her mouth.

She could even imagine that Song Yi not only scolded Zhao Hongmei, but also the man who fought.

Zhao Hongmei didn't work less at her ex-husband's house. After the man died, she wouldn't be able to eat if she didn't do anything wrong.

After getting a hundred catties of millet, he didn't even let the quilt be taken away. He only took a small bag with clothes on his shoulders and went to Yang's house.

With her hands in her pockets, she was lazily leaning against the wall, her eyebrows bent and her head lowered, snickering.

Song Iron and Steel was so aggressive in the production team, but he still dared to fly when he went to other people's sites.

However, it's kind of cute to put water on purpose so that Aunt Hongmei can cut the meat before going on stage.

"What are you laughing at? You're like a mouse that stole lamp oil." Song Yi stood in front of her with his workbook in his hands.

Lin Yuzhu waved at him, and waited for him to lower his head and put his ear close before whispering, "You don't care~"

Song Yi stood up straight and glared at her angrily, then turned and walked into the classroom.

(End of this chapter)