Chapter 125 Chapter 125 The Anti-Sperm System: I can’t poison you to death…
Who doesn’t look forward to the Chinese New Year?
Although there is now an advocacy of "revolutionizing the Spring Festival", calling for "changing customs and habits to celebrate the Spring Festival, not stopping on New Year's Eve", "not stopping the war on the 30th, and continuing work on the first day", these are more for workers who have to go to work in the city. For unemployed farmers in the countryside - especially farmers in Northeast China, they would like to work, but it is so cold outside that the ground is frozen and the soil is as hard as cement. What can they do?
In the first few years, emphasis was placed on "living apart from the Spring Festival". Firecrackers, spring couplets and even ancestor worship were not allowed. Everyone was well behaved at first, but after all, it was a tradition that had been passed down for thousands of years. After two years, and no one knew where it started, from the first one or two firecrackers, to the crackling noises later, it was tacitly revived.
Anyway, this is a remote rural area in Northeast China where the mountains are blocked by snow. The Little Red Guards cannot come here, and some policies have been slightly relaxed in recent years. Just like that, the farmers tacitly understand and the cadres turn a blind eye, and the New Year spirit has picked up again.
From the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, every household in the Dongfeng Brigade began making various preparations. On this day, even the stingiest family would buy a small box of firecrackers. The children ran around on the village roads, cheering, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard everywhere.
On the contrary, the educated youth sites were much quieter. After all, many of them had to take home leave to go back and celebrate the New Year - for example, Han Zhenzhen, once the home leave came, she ran away as fast as she could.
In this regard, the captain’s attitude is: Allowed to return! Come back soon! Better to return them all!
The movement of stamping those letters of introduction was so loud, and the movement of stamping them was so loud, that the seal of the brigade was almost broken into pieces by him.
Their Dongfeng Brigade already has enough talented people, and these educated youth assigned here are not easy to deal with either. It would be better for them to go back. It would be better for them to go back. With a few less capable people, maybe they can have a more peaceful year, right?
The captain has great expectations.
In the Northeast, it is not as popular to get up at three or four o'clock to have a reunion dinner and celebrate the New Year as it was where Song Ruan grew up in his previous life, but every household also gets up early to make paste, post couplets, and prepare New Year's Eve dinner. Here they believe in not sweeping the floor on the first and second days of the New Year, as it will sweep away wealth, so they start cleaning from the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, and today they have to sweep the last broom, as this is to "bid farewell to the old and welcome the new."
Generally speaking, every household in the Dongfeng Brigade is busy today.
After all, it was the first New Year after traveling through time, so Song Ruan still had to prepare well. She simply waved the broom twice on the ground, and then planned to weld this thing to the corner of the wall tomorrow - it was not that she was superstitious, but it was mainly about money and she could not be careless.
God of Wealth, Goddess of Wealth, look at me, look how pious I am, love me!
But she has never been a virtuous and hardworking person. After waving the broom here and there for a few times, she got annoyed and turned around to harass Jinhua and Haoshi.
"New Year, new atmosphere, new clothes."
While she was chattering, she held up a big comb and combed the two things from head to toe, then tied a red bow tie on Jinhua's short neck and hung a big red flower on Haoshi's long neck. The circle of hair on Baisha's neck was its distinctive feature. Song Ruan thought about it and decided not to block it, so she turned around and tied a red bow on the tip of its tail.
The three red ones, who were cleaned up neatly, stood together, and the atmosphere became lively immediately.
Song Ruan was very satisfied, and then she leaned back on the kang - she had done a lot of work today and was very tired, so she just wanted to lie down.
I took a long nap on the kang and when I woke up it was already afternoon.
After all, this meal is the New Year’s Eve dinner, so it can’t be too shabby, so we have to prepare it in advance.
Song Ruan rubbed her eyes and sat up from the kang, looking at the icicles under the eaves reflecting a lavender light in the darkening sky. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind:
"System, I will make you purple sweet potato and purple rice porridge. When the porridge is cooking, we will stand to the west and wait for the smoke to drift over. We will take a deep breath. This is called the new year's purple air coming from the east. Then put a handful of red dates in. We will take a sip and it will be a prosperous new year."
This is the first time that the system has celebrated the New Year with its host. It feels excited but also a little confused:
[Where is this custom from? How come my sister has never heard of it? 】
Song Ruan found it a little funny to listen to the distorted accent of the system - the mechanical electronic sound was tinged with a Northeastern accent. Wow, the impact of this sound is something that only those who have listened to it can understand.
But she couldn't laugh out loud, or the proud system would get angry, so she coughed and answered the question seriously: "Of course you haven't heard of it, I just made it up."
【……】
Speaking of this, Song Ruan was a little smug: "But don't you think what I said makes sense? I think I'm so talented!"
The anti-jing system silently deducted a 6 on the public screen.
[Others change customs, but you create them directly; you are the one who makes the revolution all at once. 】
Song Ruan said righteously: "What do you know? This is called the people are the creators of history - just tell me whether you want to eat it or not."
【……eat】
"snort."
Song Ruan held his chin high and tiptoed to the kitchen like a triumphant little rooster. He took out the purple sweet potatoes and purple rice that had been prepared long ago. The system also generously sponsored a bag of red dates. The ingredients were ready.
The big pot is used to cook big dishes, so Song Ruan took out the small stove and took out a bunch of corn cobs from the woodshed - this is the best fuel for cooking rice and porridge.
Soon, the purple rice and purple sweet potatoes rolled in the boiling water, and wisps of white smoke rose up, carrying a faint rice aroma.
Song Ruan took two steps to the west side of the stove. White smoke floated over with the wind created by her movements, and she took a deep breath.
"Hurry up, take a breath." She urged the sperm system in her heart.
The anti-semen system took a big gulp, but habitually argued;
【Feudal superstition】
Song Ruan rolled her eyes: "You're such a killjoy."
She took two steps out of the kitchen and drove in the Jinhua mother and son and Haoshi, who were shaking their heads and tails impatiently. She held their heads and supervised each of them to take a sip, then drove them out again - just taking a sip is enough for the sake of politeness, but don't let the fur fall into the pot, otherwise it will be dirty.
Although Song Ruan's yard looked quite lively, the three Jinhua cubs ate grass, ate raw meat, and one of them was not even completely weaned, so they could not even share one bowl. In the end, only one person was actually eating. However, Song Ruan still cooked many dishes seriously, and the whole table was filled with chicken, duck, fish and meat.
——Anyway, with the current temperature of dozens of degrees below zero, it’s like a natural freezer. If you can’t finish the food, you can just leave it outside the window and it won’t go bad.
Song Ruan brought all the dishes to the table on the kang, and finally went to get her own bowl of purple rice porridge.
Logically speaking, after cooking for such a long time, even the iron rice should have bloomed. However, Song Ruan opened the lid and found that the grains of her porridge were still distinct and the soup was light, not at all sticky and thick like the porridge she bought outside in her previous life.
After all, it was Chinese New Year, and it was a homemade dish that symbolized "prosperity", so Song Ruan still had a bit of vanity in wanting to make the dish look better.
"System?" she called softly in her heart.
I don’t know what the anti-jing system was doing. It rarely responded to her immediately.
Just right! !
Song Ruan bought a bag of baking soda from the system store with a sly look in her eyes, and stirred it in with two spoonfuls - she had heard that the reason why porridge sold outside was so sticky was because of the addition of alkali!
Although experts say that adding alkaline noodles to porridge will destroy the nutrition, but once in a while, even if it is just eating garbage, it is nothing!
Let this body from the 1970s see the world, so that it can live in peace and tranquility in the take-out era and enjoy additives to its heart's content.
Song Ruan comforted herself in this way and her actions became more determined.
The white powder quickly melted in the soup. Song Ruan stirred it with a spoon to make it blend better, but as she stirred, she was surprised to find that her purple rice porridge... turned green! !
It’s still a bright fluorescent blue-green color! ! !
Song Ruan's eyes suddenly widened.
I don't know what he was busy with, but the anti-jing system that was finally online saw this pot of green porridge at once.
It hesitated for a moment, wanting to speak but stopping, stopping and wanting to speak again, struggling for a long time, and finally spoke:
[Because I just said this is feudal superstition, so you want to poison me, right? 】
[But I come from divine intelligence, and I can take poison without dying. 】
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