Transmigrating to an era, Zhou Ziwen became an educated youth sent to the countryside.
Possessing an AFK panel, he was already set to lie flat and win before even starting.
So what if h...
It was snowing outside and Zhou Ziwen was drinking wine at home.
The Chen sisters and Shen Zhaodi gathered together and chattered, the scene was very harmonious.
"We can make a soup pot some other day."
Seeing this scene, Zhou Ziwen thought to himself.
The weather is going to get colder and colder. Ordinary stir-fried dishes will get cold within minutes of being served on the table. In this kind of weather, the most suitable dish is of course a soup pot.
Prepare some meat and vegetables, gather together and eat from a boiling hot pot of soup. This is how people should live!
He planned to find some time to get a stove for boiling soup pots. It wasn't expensive anyway and could be bought in the county town.
They ate this meal until dark.
Because he had drunk some wine, Zhou Ziwen was too lazy to move. After returning home, he lay down on the kang and fell asleep after a while.
While she was drowsy, a soft body crawled into the bed. Zhou Ziwen grabbed her and held her in his arms. They fell asleep in a short while.
Nothing happened that night. When I woke up the next morning, the snow outside had stopped.
But it rained in the middle of the night yesterday, and a layer of snow had already accumulated outside, which made a rustling sound when you stepped on it.
Zhou Ziwen also put on an extra piece of clothing today. It was getting colder outside, and it would be unbearable without more clothes.
There was some snow on the ground in the yard. Zhou Ziwen shoveled it away with a shovel, swept it with a broom, and then started boxing on the open space.
The slow and leisurely boxing technique seemed to have no strength at all, but after one round, Zhou Ziwen's whole body felt hot, as if he had undergone strenuous exercise.
When one’s boxing skills reach Zhou Ziwen’s level, speed is no longer important, but the use of strength and the circulation of Qi and blood are more important.
It looks like a slow boxing technique, but if someone touches it at this time, they might be shocked and staggered.
I was able to sleep yesterday and Zhou Ziwen didn't make a fuss, but Chen Qiaoyi woke up very early.
"Brother Ziwen, good morning!"
Chen Qiaoyi came outside and looked at the layer of snow outside in surprise, with some eagerness in her eyes.
"Haha, good morning. Do you want to exercise together?" Zhou Ziwen paused and then extended the invitation.
"No, I'm going to feed the chickens."
When she heard that she had to exercise, Chen Qiaoyi hurriedly shook her head, found an excuse and ran away.
"Hey, you don't want to exercise, right? I'll give you some extra training tonight." Looking at the girl running very fast, Zhou Ziwen smiled and shook his head.
The monk can run away but the temple cannot. It seems that this girl doesn’t like active training, but prefers passive training!
After some exercise, Zhou Ziwen saw that the snow in the yard next door had not been swept yet, so he took a broom and swept the snow there as well.
Chen Shiying got up early and was busy in the kitchen. An eldest sister is like a mother, and as the eldest sister in the family, she is naturally busy.
This girl is quiet, goes to bed early and gets up early.
By the time he finished cleaning the yard, Chen Shiying had finished steaming the buns.
Today's breakfast is steamed buns, the leftover dragon and phoenix soup from yesterday, and a plate of pickles.
The dried pickles I made a few days ago are now ready to eat. They are crispy and delicious when chewed.
At breakfast, Zhou Ziwen took a bite of steamed bun and a sip of soup, occasionally picking up a pickle. He felt that this life was more comfortable than when he was in the city.
In the city, even their family did not eat white flour buns every day, at most they had two baskets of flour.
My mother is quite frugal and only gets white flour buns when he comes home from school on vacation and is craving for them.
"Brother Ziwen, our old hen isn't laying eggs again. Is it because the weather is too cold?" Chen Qiaoyi didn't pick up any eggs in the morning, and she was still missing them.
"The weather is too cold, it's normal not to lay eggs." Zhou Ziwen said.
The old hen at home has been raised for several years. Even if the weather wasn't so cold, it probably wouldn't lay many eggs.
Zhou Ziwen was planning to stew some old hen soup someday, spending most of the day stewing it to make a good tonic.
"Then let's kill it and eat it!" Chen Qiaoyi's eyes lit up, and she and Zhou Ziwen had the same idea.
In this girl's opinion, keeping old hens that can't lay eggs is a waste of food, it's better to kill them early and eat the meat.
"Let's kill them tomorrow! We still have some dragon and phoenix soup today." Chen Shiying also spoke up.
The three of them spoke one after another and instantly decided the fate of the old hen.
The poor old hen was killed just because she didn't lay eggs.
If it had known this day would come, it might have laid a few more eggs.
After breakfast, Zhou Ziwen prepared to go out and take a look at the mountains.
Although it snowed yesterday, it wasn't heavy. If you go out in this weather, you might encounter some wild game looking for food.
Just as he was about to go out, Zhou Qiang and Chen Dong from the Youth League Institute came together.
"Hey, Brother Zhou, Brother Chen, how come you have time to come to my place?"
Zhou Ziwen was a little surprised, because he had no connection with these two people!
"Secretary Wu asked me to inform you that the male and female team leaders of the Youth League Institute will be re-elected soon. Everyone is waiting for you now!" Zhou Qiang said with a smile.
Zhou Qiang and Chen Dong are both old educated youth from the Youth Academy, and are from the same batch as Chen Yang.
When they were competing for places in the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers College Program, they both participated, but of course, they were just there to go through the motions.
Now that Chen Yang is gone, the two of them are also qualified to compete for the captaincy.
"Okay, I'll be there right away." Zhou Ziwen nodded.
He had no interest in the captain of the Youth League Institute, but as a member of the Youth League, he had to participate in such activities.
"Brother Ziwen, with your influence, it will be easy for you to become the captain of the Youth League Institute. If you participate, we will all choose you." Chen Dong flattered with a smile.
"No, you and Brother Zhou are the big brothers of the Youth League Institute. I think it is more appropriate for you to be the team leader. Forget it, I am young and can't help you in any way." Zhou Ziwen waved his hands repeatedly.
Perhaps for others, being the captain of the Youth League Institute sounds impressive and beneficial to themselves, but for him it is a bit useless.
Firstly, he didn't want to be too involved with the Youth League Home. After all, there were too many trivial matters in the Youth League Home. Once involved, it would be easy to get stuck.
Secondly, there is no need for that. He is doing a good job as the leader of the mushroom group, and the big bosses in the village have to talk to him nicely. Why bother with anything else?
"That's true. Brother Ziwen is the leader of the Mushroom Group. He is usually busy enough. Now that his attention is being diverted by our Youth League Institute, I guess Secretary Wu will blame us." Zhou Qiang agreed.
Seeing that Zhou Ziwen was not interested in the position of captain of the Youth League Institute, he and Chen Dong were very happy.
After Chen Yang left, the two of them became strong candidates for the captain of the Youth League Institute.
Ever since they learned that the village was going to re-elect the team leader, they have been trying to build relationships everywhere these days in order to become the team leader of the Youth League Institute.
Chen Yang is a ready-made example. He became the captain of the Youth League Institute. This time there was a quota for workers, peasants and soldiers to study abroad, and he got it without any competition.
Although the process was a bit difficult, they did get the quota after all. This is a ready-made example.
Anyone who wants to return to the city will be greatly encouraged.
Anyone who thinks they have some qualifications wants to be the captain. (End of this chapter)