Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Even if I die, I have to tell them...

It was supposed to be a nice thank-you dinner, and she had even boasted that Song Ruan didn't need to be invited to attend as he wanted to give her a surprise, but it ended up turning into such a mess. Han Zhenzhen was really embarrassed, and for several days in a row she covered her face when she saw Song Ruan.

Song Ruan generously gave her plenty of time to ease her social depression - mainly because she was really busy during this period.

For some reason, she suddenly wanted to eat snail noodles. Han Zhenzhen happened to give her a bag of autumn bamboo shoots, so she randomly found a recipe in the system mall and put all the bamboo shoots into the pickling bucket. She thought it would be a pity to pickle only one thing after pickling everything, so she pickled a few jars of cucumbers and cabbages.

Several jars of pickled vegetables were neatly placed in the corner. She stood with her hands on her hips, looking at them contentedly, as if she was admiring the empire she had built.

Pickling the vegetables did not exhaust her energy but instead gave her some fun, so she thought of cleaning up the vegetable cellar as well. After all, the radishes would grow big soon and would need a place to store them. However, while cleaning up the cellar, she found something interesting.

She had heard that Ning Yuan's mother's family used to make tofu, and that the large tools had been handed over to the brigade and confiscated a few years ago. But when she was cleaning the backyard, she accidentally found a small stone mill in the vegetable cellar.

This is a very small stone mill, which looks only about one foot in size. In winter, if you wear thick clothes and throw yourself over it, you can cover it tightly. It is estimated that when the Ning family first started making tofu, they were short of funds and had to make do with it. After they replaced it, they put it in the cellar and it was forgotten about for a long time.

Although she was happy to get the new equipment, she was still cautious about the policies of that era and asked the captain if she could keep it for herself. The captain took a look and found that the production tool that Song Ruan mentioned, who was not sure whether to hand it in or not, was a doll stone mill more than half an arm long. He looked at Song Ruan for a long time with an indescribable look.

"Well," he said carefully, "Xiao Song, if you are really bored, why don't you go to the village and make some hemp ropes?"

Song Ruan: ...

Although I was despised, at least I felt at ease. She climbed up the wall that she shared with Ning Yuan and asked Ning Yuan politely if he wanted to use it. Sure enough, when Ning Yuan saw people, he acted as if he had seen a monster, shook his head quickly, and then ran into the house.

Song Ruan: I’m sorry, but she really likes dealing with this kind of social phobia! He agrees to whatever is asked and basically won't refute. Who understands? Party A who can only nod is really hot!

With the small equipment in her pocket, she began to make a production plan with great interest.

When her donkey's leg is healed after a while, she will put this stone mill on it and let it work for her!

Put the soybeans in and let the donkey walk a few circles. The raw soy milk that comes out first can be boiled and eaten for breakfast. The filtered bean dregs can be used to make hot and sour bean dregs soup, spicy fried bean dregs buns, bean dregs cakes. If you can’t finish it, you can feed it to the donkey.

Add some lime or brine to the cooked soy milk, let it sit for a while, skim off the foam and cook for a while again. When you cut it open, you will get tofu pudding. Song Ruan has a varied taste. She likes sweet, salty and spicy food. Sweet food with some osmanthus and sugar becomes a dessert, salty food can be eaten in the morning, and spicy food can be eaten as a side dish. She plans very well!

Put the leftover tofu pudding in gauze, press it into shape with wooden boards, stakes and stones, and then cut it into tofu. It doesn't matter if you don't get the amount of marinade right. If you put too much, the tofu will be hard, and too little will be tender. The tofu will taste good whether it is fried, stewed, or stir-fried.

And this is not the end. Cut it diagonally into four slices and fry it in a pan to make tofu puffs. Wrap it in gauze, press it and dry it to make dried tofu. If you can't finish it, you can make it into moldy tofu that can be stored for a long time.

Summary: If only the donkey could walk more and work harder, she would have a dozen more delicious foods!

Song Ruan's saliva was almost flowing.

Thinking of this, she ran back to the kitchen, poured a basin of milk and brought it to the little donkey. She squatted down and said gently and lovingly, "Little donkey, eat more and heal your wound quickly...hehehe."

She slurped her saliva and laughed like a wolf.

The innocent little donkey didn't understand her sinister intentions. He rested his head on her shoulder affectionately, his ears moving.

Speaking of this donkey, perhaps because it was still a foal and had a strong recovery ability, plus it was fed two meals of goat's milk a day and occasionally supplemented with cow's milk, at the end of September, it was able to stand up tremblingly.

However, Song Ruan didn't let it move too much - its legs had not yet fully healed, so it had to lie down obediently, otherwise it would become lame and she would ride on it and not take more than two steps before both the donkey and the man would fall to the ground like corn cobs.

Originally, I planned to build another shed along the eaves of the woodshed, move the firewood in the woodshed over, and convert the empty woodshed into a donkey shed, but after thinking about it, I gave up.

First of all, the Northeast will have heavy snow several feet deep in winter, so it is really worrying whether such a small shed can provide shelter. The most important thing is that the firewood room and the kitchen are built close to each other. If it is converted into a donkey shed... the smell in the summer will not be very pleasant.

So Song Ruan found someone to build a donkey shed at the corner of the gate. Taking into account the temperature in Northeast China of minus 30 to 40 degrees Celsius in winter, the walls were made much thicker. Wild donkeys are cold-resistant, and it should be good to light two braziers inside.

As a result, she needed more firewood. Firewood was needed for heating people, heating donkeys, cooking, and heating the kang... The firewood that the team leader originally gave her as a gift when he built a house seemed to be insufficient.

Song Ruan is such a lazy girl. It would be fine if you asked her to pick up some firewood when she went up the mountain every now and then, but if she had to chop more than ten pounds of firewood every day, she would definitely be in trouble. But difficulties force people to move forward, and Song Ruan found another shortcut after thinking hard.

"Sister Xiao Song!"

"Sister Xiao Song!"

There were a few children's soft cries outside the door, accompanied by a small knock on the door, which sounded like a secret meeting of the underground party.

She went to open the door with a smile on her face - her firewood delivery team was here.

Hu Tou was the first to rush in, carrying a large bundle of firewood on his back. He put it in the firewood shed as if he knew the place well. Four little kids followed behind him. Except for the only girl who was carrying a basket full of tender grass, all the others were dragging large loads of firewood.

The little girl put the basket on the steps and went out with her brothers who had stored the firewood. They went out and came back several times, and there were several bundles of firewood in the woodshed, piled high in a corner.

When the last batch of firewood was delivered, the little rascals closed the door and crowded together to come to Song Ruan.

The little girl held up the basket and walked up to Song Ruan: "Sister, I picked the grass specially, it's all tender, the little donkey will definitely like it."

After all, the little donkey is more than two months old and can be fed some grass slowly. After all, it is now taller than the ewe when it stands up, and its appetite is getting bigger and bigger. If no intervention is made, the lambs will definitely rebel.

Song Ruan smiled and touched the little girl's head: "Then sister has to thank you on behalf of the donkey. Do you want to feed it yourself later?"

The little girl's eyes sparkled, and she responded crisply, "Yes!"

These kids were all from the team leader's family. Since they had a trading basis when they built the house before, when Song Ruan wanted to start a firewood transportation business, he approached them first, and the two sides hit it off immediately.

"We agreed that three bundles of firewood and a basket of grass would be exchanged for a piece of candy."

Song Ruan, the wicked man, had no guilt at all for exploiting children. He took out the cheapest fruit candy from the supply and marketing cooperative, which cost one cent a piece, from his pocket and spread it in front of them.

The eyes of several children followed Song Ruan's hand, and even the biggest tiger head couldn't help drooling.

"Today's firewood can be exchanged for two and a half pieces of candy. Together with the ones you deposited with me before, the total is six pieces."

Six candies!

Among the children of Dongfeng Brigade, who can be as wealthy as them!

Several children were so happy that they almost jumped up, but they covered their mouths tightly to prevent themselves from making any sound.

These kids were very smart. They were afraid that if the good news got out, other kids would know how strong they were, or that their grandfather wouldn't let them accept Sister Song's candy. So they kept their mouth shut and kept the secret very well.

When chopping firewood, they would carry it when there were few workers. If they met someone on the road, they would drag the firewood towards their own home. If they met someone at the door, they would drag the firewood towards Ning Yuan's house next door. If someone asked, they would say that there were a few bundles of firewood on the mountain and they were afraid of losing them, so they would put this bundle at Ning Yuan's uncle's house first. It just so happened that the mountain, Ning Yuan's house and the team leader's house were on the same line, which was reasonable.

If someone saw her leaving Song Ruan's house, they would say that they came to play with Song's sister's donkey. In addition, everyone in the village knew that she had a good relationship with the team leader because of the rented house. In this context, even if they occasionally heard that Song Ruan gave them a piece of candy, they would not feel strange.

——Even Mrs. Sun next door just scolded Song Ruan for being a lackey and trying to please even the captain's children, and she didn't think about anything else at all.

The main reason is that firewood is really everywhere in the mountains of Northeast China, and even a four-year-old kid can dig up a lot of it. They really can't imagine that there are people willing to pay someone to do such a simple job.

Ning Yuan, the scapegoat next door, has taken the blame for her several times.

Hu Tou swallowed hard and looked away from the candy with great effort: "Sister Song, you said six pieces of candy can be exchanged for a bowl of egg custard, does it still count?"

When she said this, the other children immediately raised their heads and stared at her intently.

Song Ruan was a little surprised: "Are you sure you want to change it all at once? If you do, there won't be any candy left."

Six pieces of candy were a huge fortune for a rural child in that era.

Sure enough, the other children showed distressed expressions on their faces, staring at the candy in Song Ruan's hand reluctantly, and finally gritted their teeth and nodded heavily: "Let's switch!"

I want to eat egg custard!

The eggs and milk at home had to be saved to exchange for money. Only rarely would an egg be used to make soup, and then the whole family would share it. Only during the Chinese New Year would they be able to get a small portion of egg custard. They still remember the taste, which was smooth and tender, and would break into pieces with a light sip, just like a dream.

While drooling, they became more determined to change for eggs!

"Alright." Song Ruan brushed off the dust on the corners of his clothes and stood up. "You guys play with the donkey for a while, I'll call you when I'm done."

"Okay, Sister Song!" With egg custard hanging in front of them, the little kids were very well behaved.

But feeding the donkey was not as enthusiastic as before. Even the little girl who loved the donkey the most looked towards the kitchen absent-mindedly. She didn't even notice that the grass pestle had got into the donkey's nostrils, but kept putting it in.

"Oh~!" The little donkey snorted angrily to protest against the cold treatment he received.

The little girl touched him twice unconsciously as a way of comforting him, her eyes still fixed on the kitchen.

Egg custard is easy to make. Song Ruan takes out an egg, adds half an egg shell of warm water, skims off the foam, steams it in a pot, then takes it out and adds a few drops of sesame oil and soy sauce.

An egg costs five cents, plus artificial firewood, sesame oil and soy sauce, six cents - that's six pieces of candy, no more, no less - the little radish heads are indeed cute, but no one can ask Song Ruan to do business at a loss! she! Song soft! Heart of stone!

The unscrupulous businessman even changed the plate to a shallower one, and added more than twice the amount of water to the egg liquid, but the portion still looked full.

The egg custard was as smooth and tender as a mirror, and it was stimulated by the heat and then added with the fragrant sesame oil and soy sauce. The children didn’t feel that they were being cheated at all. They just thought that Sister Song Ruan was so generous that she even put so much oil in the egg custard for them!

The children shared the egg yolks one after another, and were still not satisfied even after scraping every bit of the egg white clean. They asked Song Ruan for a bowl of hot water, rinsed the bottom of the bowl, and drank it all together before returning the bowl to Song Ruan.

Why, you finished eating so quickly?

They were reluctant to leave.

Thinking of something, Hu Tou slapped his head and said, "Sister Song, Sister Han asked me to ask you, she wants to go pick mushrooms tomorrow morning, are you going?"

Sister Han said that if he could persuade Sister Song to agree, she would give him a cookie! Although Hu Tou didn't quite understand why such a sentence was worth a cookie, he really wanted the cookie!

So he urged her strongly: "Sister Song, you should go with Sister Han. It just so happened that it rained a few days ago. This should be the last wave of hazel mushrooms. The fruits are also the last batch. When the weather gets cold soon, there will be nothing left! What a pity!"

"There are also roe deer, pheasants, and hares," he racked his brains and suddenly an idea came to him: "Sister Song, you are so good, you can also hunt a wild boar for fun!"

Song Ruan: “…………”

She knew at a glance that it was Han Zhenzhen, that cowardly dog, who wanted to find her to play but was too embarrassed to come. She didn't know what benefits he had promised to the tiger head in front of him to act as a lobbyist.

But after saying that, she did want to go to the mountain: "Okay, tell her to come see me tomorrow morning."

Cookies at hand!

Tiger Head cheered and jumped up and down: "Great!!"

The atmosphere here was just right. An old tree on the back hill shook and a triangle-eyed person jumped down from it. “Did you find out clearly? The bitch who got my four brothers in jail was from the Dongfeng Brigade.”

A burly man jumped down from another tree and said, "There are still people outside looking for us. I didn't dare to ask for details, but I heard that the police station sent a silk banner to this brigade, and it was sent to two educated youths! I was afraid of suspicion if I asked more details, so I didn't dare to ask."

"It's okay, just be careful, they are just two women anyway, they can't cause any trouble." A fierce light flashed on the triangular eyes, "There are many people going up the mountain in this season, let's find a cave to have a good rest today, and tomorrow we can find someone to take us to find the people!"

"Yes, you two bitches, even if you have some clever tricks, so what? We will just take action tomorrow!"

"These nosy bitches have caused us to fall into this state. Even if I die, they will be buried with me!" said the man with triangular eyes viciously.