The tree hole is so low that even a deer can reach it by stretching its neck as far as it can.

He wanted to talk to Zhou Qinglan, but he couldn't find the words, and the ideas he came up with were quite wrong.

"Mom, next time you make pancakes, make a few with sugar, they're delicious."

As time went by, the number of hairy cows increased, and as the locals would say, they were "farmed to death."

While Sheng Liancheng and his eight brothers were out in the woods, trekking through mountains and rivers to gather cattle hair, Zhang Shuzhen was also free outside the house.

Before you got pregnant, your pregnancy symptoms weren't very severe. You ate foods with low oil content and couldn't stand the smell of cooking oil fumes, so Sheng Xikang was in charge of picking, washing, chopping vegetables, and cooking rice.

Back then, we were busy, so the food was terrible. Dinner was a mixture of millet and yellow millet, with side dishes of stir-fried eggs with chives, stewed salted pork with dried eggplant, and stewed salted pork with soybean sprouts. There were no radish greens or lettuce with dipping sauce.

After lunch, Sheng Xikang wanted to go down to the roof of the warehouse to help rub the cow hair, but Zhang Shuzhen stopped him.

The area around the village is all outside the small forest. Even after getting on the bus, you still have to walk dozens of miles away.

To make it easier to work, the old man stretched out a light cord outside his house and hung the light under the clothesline. However, the light shone brightly, which delayed his work.

“Build a house in the distance, let Lao Ba come down, and I will be in charge of kneading cow hair and drying it during the day.”

Da Li smiled, her methods seemingly smooth and complex, but the results were surprisingly bad.

The scalded cow hair was thrown under a tattered mat and spread out to dry. If it got even slightly hot, the hair had to be combed off.

If this deer could just sit there and wait to die, instead of struggling and causing trouble, the more it struggles, the tighter it gets stuck, and it can't move at all.

After dinner, Sheng Liancheng and his sons went to start a fire to boil water. Once the water boiled, they used the ox hair on the outside of the bag to scald it.

Zhang Shuzhen then took the clumps of cow hair from under the roof of the warehouse and continued to dry them on the ground.

Anyone can do that job. Every year during that season, the children of every household have to help with the hairy cows.

Upon arriving at the main train station, the commuter bus had already arrived, and the little ones eagerly climbed off, chatting amongst themselves as strangers.

Sheng Xiping quickly left the room and went to turn on the lights.

"Hey, you old buddy, hey, hey, hey, come here and get some hairy cow hair. Seven cents for a basket of dirt, let's see who gets the least."

"Wow, he's really good at it."

"If you go straight to masturbation after dinner, that'll just waste time," Xiang Yanzhen instructed Zhang Shuzhen before leaving get off work.

Da Li tore off two strands, but felt it wasn't enough, so he hurriedly called to Sheng Liancheng to slowly scoop out the ox hair stick.

So, outside the Sheng family's courtyard, the four members of the family, young and old, were all sitting on benches, bent over with their legs spread apart, their hands stroking cow hair.

Anyway, it was something I was just doing incidentally, so I didn't bother with it. I just urged my two sons to walk slowly out of the woods.

Hearing what the young man said, Zhou Qinglan laughed, "How about it? You said that idea was okay, right?"

We made it this year, but next year we'll postpone it and build a big house in that faraway place. Then we'll have Lao Ba take leave and come down with us.

Dali, carrying something broken, went out with his father and younger brother.

"Be content. It was his father who wanted to eat. You see how tired I was coming down the mountain, I finally got what I wanted, and they benefited from it."

Eat a proper meal, and bring us some pancakes, scrambled eggs with sauce, pickled vegetables, and scallions.

You'd love to sneakily dig a deer den, but you don't have the time!

"If you need anything, just give me a handful of salt. If it works, great; if it doesn't, forget it. We're here to get our hands on some big stuff, the deer is just a side dish."

It was still fairly bright inside when we finished eating, but as we worked, it gradually got dark.

"His idea of ​​beauty is convenient since we live outside the mountains, but it's too far to go in. How can we scald the hairy cows? Who will pluck, knead, and dry them?"

The deer was so engrossed in eating salt grains that it seemed to have a strange feeling. After it finished eating the salt grains, it realized its head was stuck in a tree hollow and its neck was stuck there.

So, dragging his tired body, he washed his feet, dried himself off, and then turned on his flashlight to check his armpits, calves, and other areas, finding no weevils.

"Why would he bring salt when I brought them pickled vegetables?" Zhang Shuzhen asked, puzzled.

Back then, the transportation was bad, there were many residents around, and the value of cattle hair was not something that had just started to rise in those few years.

Sheng Xikang was willing to throw them away; he picked out the bad ones, washed them clean, and used the bad ones to dip in sauce, making them look fresh and quite bad.

At that point, the dough had basically been kneaded and shaped, but it still needed to be kneaded continuously. Just keep an eye on it and let it air dry.

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