The Drama Queen Zhiqin Goes to the Countryside and is then Embraced by a Rough Cowherd

Setting: Fictional parallel universe, please do not reference historical events!

Bai Fumei Su Qingci, who managed a farm in modern times, was sent to the 1970s as a young educated youth by Ce...

Chapter 37 Iron Pot with Goose

Last night, the goose was so delicious that she was stuffed to the brim, and the pork here is worlds apart from the feed-fed pork of later generations.

If she had the chance, she would like to buy more to store more space.

In later generations, pork was grown using feed in just a few months, so it didn't get any nutrition or calcium.

That pig itself is calcium deficient.

Besides, she was planning to meet the old man at the junkyard.

Seeing Su Qingci's quick agreement, Song Jingzhou couldn't help but smile.

He guessed right; he was indeed craving meat.

After herding the cattle back, when Su Qingci arrived at the big locust tree at the village entrance, Song Jingzhou was already waiting there, leaning on his old bicycle.

From a distance, the piled stones look like jade, and the rows of pines look like emerald green.

He turned his head and curled his lips, exuding a blend of wildness, chivalry, and gentleness, with three parts brightness and three parts roguishness.

Upon arriving in town, Su Qingci took out ten yuan.

"I have other things to do. Could you help me buy some meat? Buy as much as you can. If you don't have enough money, you can cover the cost for me first, and I'll make up the difference later."

Song Jingzhou raised an eyebrow but didn't ask any further questions. After taking the money, he made an appointment with Su Qingci to wait for him under the archway at the entrance of town after they finished their business.

Old Man Wei, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly saw a white, tender fist in front of him. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the fist was open and there were a few candies on it.

"It's you again?"

With a swift flick of his fingers, he kicked a few candies into his pocket.

"So, tell me, are you going to wallpaper the walls this time, or are you going to concern yourself with national affairs?"

Su Qingci laughed and directly stated her purpose.

"Old man, do you still have that thing from last time?"

"No."

"I'll trade you something nice?"

"No."

"food."

"No... um?"

"Grain? Sweet potatoes?"

"We have rice, noodles, and meat. Looking at your food, I definitely won't let you suffer any loss."