Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s

Chapter 15 No wonder No wonder

When An Zhixia caught up with her brother, she saw him waving goodbye to a man. There were three little cubs beside the man's long legs. They were none other than the three little brothers and sisters who sold her fish at the market.

"Brother, that's..." She looked at their backs curiously. The man was tall and straight, with his head slightly lowered and patiently listening to the chatter of the three children. His dark blue clothes were covered in patches, but he still couldn't conceal his cold and distant look, and was incompatible with the surrounding villagers.

"Didn't you just meet last night? Fang Yuan, Comrade Fang, those are his three children," An Zhiqiu said, shaking his head and sighing, sharing with his sister what he heard from the villagers when he participated in winter hunting. information.

"Fang Yuan has been here for more than three years. At that time, he was holding a baby, carrying a baby on his back, and holding a hand with another. He didn't have much luggage. Even the winter clothes were collected by the village chief. Not to mention how pitiful he was. Period. He didn't exchange any letters. Think about it, if all the relatives were not gone, how could they not exchange news?

 Or maybe his wife divorced him, left the child, and went off to make her own future. "

There was the most excitement in the city, but how many people failed to survive, and how many relatives severed ties in order to get out of the quagmire? He couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body when he thought about it. If it weren't for the fear of being posted on big-character posters, Kang Xiaohua wouldn't be a stepmother with a sweet face but a bitter heart.

An Zhixia frowned and racked her brains, thinking about it, the boss and the children? She always felt like she was missing something.

When they returned to the yard, Liu Yiyue and Qi Yunlan once again occupied a stove and were busy processing the game they had just received. Wild boars are not as fat as domestic pigs, and after half the winter, they are even thinner. They boiled out the oil, scooped out the oil residue, and sprinkled a handful of white sugar on it. It was tender, crispy, and extremely delicious. It was a rare delicacy for people who were short of oil and water in their stomachs.

 The remaining meat is rubbed with salt and aniseed and hung on the stove to smoke. It can be eaten for more than half a year after being preserved.

The two of them fried cabbage vermicelli in the oil in the pot, and then cooked porridge and steamed buns.

 The vacated stove was replaced by An Zhixia and Fei Zheng.

Fei Zheng shared half a catty of pork, but the male educated youths who went hunting each gave her a little, which was enough for a catty. She worked quickly, boiled out the oil, cooked a bowl of pimple soup with the oil flowers, put in two slices of meat and a few pieces of oil residue, and lunch was done.

An Zhixia has a slightly heavier workload, instructing her brother to treat a pheasant, three old hens, two ducks and more than 20 fish with hot water. I followed the local customs, refining most of the fat meat into oil, dicing some of the lean meat into sauce with soybeans and peanuts, smoking some of it like them, and putting a little salt on the last part and putting it in the cupboard, which I usually add when cooking.

Since every household is eating meat today, there is no need to be greedy for anyone. She makes braised pork, braised quail eggs, fried cabbage with vinegar, steamed rice, and drinks fish soup.

As soon as the food was served, Nie Yichang swung out and looked at the golden-colored, thick-juiced, fragrant braised pork and milky-white fish soup. He couldn't help but lick his face.

"Sister, you are so good at your craftsmanship. I even stretched my nose and dragged me over here," he said, hooking An Zhiqiu's arm and said shamelessly: "No, Zhiqiu, we have something in common." I mean, for the sake of that can of malted milk, can you let me have two more meals?"

 “Didn’t you just finish eating?” The men’s friendship grew quickly, and during the three days of hunting, the two of them became familiar with each other. An Zhiqiu kicked him rudely: "If I remember correctly, you have eaten two big steamed buns and a bowl of vegetables. Can you still eat it now?"

Nie Yichang continued to lean on his shoulder and wailed in a low voice: "If I knew that our sister had this skill and was willing to give up oil, meat, and eggs, I would definitely call Leizi to join you. I was so obsessed with that woman Chen Sike What a shame!”

"My sister is in pain, and I don't want her to suffer. Just take your meat and go away." An Zhiqiu took out some food, stuffed it into his arms, and pushed him away with a smile.

The brother and sister were sitting in the kitchen eating. The braised pork and quail eggs were sweet and soft and melted in your mouth. The vinegared cabbage was crisp and refreshing. The fish was only briefly fried and then added with water, **** and green onions. The soup was milky white and fragrant. The rice was simmered on the firewood stove, and the rice grains were crystal clear and fragrant. When the braised sauce was poured on it, half the pot was consumed.

"Xia Xia, your craftsmanship is so good. It's no wonder that Nie Zhiqing shamelessly helped four more bowls of rice." With Nie Yichang and Hang Xianglei wearing a pair of trousers, it goes without saying that Hang Xianglei was responsible for two of the bowls of rice.

An Zhixia held her chin up while watching her brother wash the pots and dishes, nodded and explained: "I used to pass by the state-owned hotel when I was collecting firewood. I couldn't walk when I smelled the smell inside. I secretly hid under the window to smell the smell to satisfy my craving. , the more times you do it, the more you will succeed.”

These words made An Zhiqiu sad, and he replied in a muffled voice: "Brother will work hard in the future and strive to get full work points..." At this point, he became depressed. As his brother, he seemed to be able to combine the two of them. It would be good to earn the rations.

An Zhixia responded with a smile: "I know my brother is the most powerful!"

An Zhiqiu blushed and hummed uncomfortably: "After spring, we will also raise some chickens. We will have fresh eggs to eat every day. We will kill two every month to replenish our body. We will also raise two pigs, one for handing over and one for feeding." Let’s save it for the Chinese New Year.

I often go to the river to catch fish, shrimps, crabs, and loaches to make tooth sacrifices, and the food is no worse than that of people in the city.

By the way, I’m looking for someone to build a stove next to the kitchen this afternoon, so you don’t have to wait in line to cook..."

She gave a few compliments, and suddenly remembered the plot in the book, and her face turned pale in an instant.

  The novel is based on the relationship and career of the heroine and the hero. There are several important supporting characters developing branch lines. The rest of the characters are not mentioned much, and some are directly explained in one or two sentences.

Fang Yuan did have three children, but unfortunately they all died in infancy. Therefore, the heroine can put aside her psychological grudges and attack him. However, there are no blood relatives in the world anymore, and the boss is as cold-hearted as iron and is not easily moved.

Qi Yunlan has been unable to attack for a long time, and was harassed by the village's second-rate men, so he prepared to use special means to achieve what he wanted, but by mistake, he achieved good things with the male protagonist. A moment ago, the woman was being courteous, but she turned around and threw herself into someone else's arms. Naturally, the boss's heart was somewhat unbalanced. He paid more attention to Qi Yunlan, discovered the various advantages of the heroine, and developed some affection for her.

Relying on this good impression, the heroine took advantage of his talent and lived a smooth life with the hero.

 What does it say in the article?

It is said that there were three children in Fang Yuan. The eldest boy was cutting ice to catch fish in winter and accidentally fell into an ice cave. By the time the two younger ones called for adults, the child had drowned and died. The little boy was covered in bruises from the cold and his hands were blue. He was holding a big fish tightly in his arms, and all the adults who saw him couldn't help crying.

No wonder, no wonder she kept telling him not to go fishing secretly.

 (End of this chapter)