Chapter 161 Two-in-one: Caring for mom, loving sister, and being filial to dad...
But what was rare was that Lu Fangfang, no, Bai Fangfang was not brainstorming and calculating in her heart at this moment.
Let alone brainstorming, her mind was like a bag of paste. A rural woman who could not read a single word actually began to think about philosophical questions in her mind without any guidance.
who is she? Where is she? What should she do?
Bai Fangfang stared at Wang Xue without blinking, the liquid mask on her face dripping down her eyelids, she wiped it off woodenly.
There was silence in the captain's house, and everyone looked at Wang Xue as if they were looking at a dancing wild boar.
Wang Xue finally reacted, her face flushed and she screamed, "No, I didn't! I didn't eat it! Yes, it splashed on my nose and I smelled it!!"
Everyone paused, and the expressions on their faces became more subtle.
You see, even if you make excuses to cover up for yourself, it doesn't sound very good.
But in order to happily eat from the same bowl in the future - mainly for their own psychological endurance, everyone nodded: "Yes, um, right, no."
I just subconsciously moved to the side.
Wang Xue looked like she was about to smoke with anger, and she looked like a perfect steam locomotive when she was placed on the rails.
But this thing, if I don't explain it, it seems like I am acquiescing, and if I explain it, it seems like I am covering up and making things worse, and if I react too much, it seems like I am getting angry out of shame. Wang Xue, who always fights when she is dissatisfied, encountered such a dilemma for the first time.
In order to maintain the already precarious relationship between relatives, everyone tacitly changed the subject to gloss over the situation.
The captain shuddered and shook his head: "What kind of food do these people in the capital eat?"
Really, he was also a person who had chewed tree bark before, and it was the first time he wanted to use the word "poisonous" to describe the taste of a food.
During the Anti-Japanese War a few years ago, if you made something like this for the Japanese, you would be called an anti-Japanese hero.
The captain smacked his lips, but still felt a strange taste on his tongue, so he took out his pipe and took a puff.
Feeling better, take another sip.
Song Ruan's tongue still felt a little sour and bitter at this moment. She looked around at the table on the kang, picked up a sticky rice dumpling and took a bite.
Suppress the taste.
Song Ruan (chew chew chew) (swallow) (take another bite) (swallow): "Every mile has different customs, and every mile has different customs. People grow up in different places, and each has his or her own taste."
Wang Xing'er hadn't recovered from the taste yet. After taking a bite, her impression of the capital city disappeared a lot: "But this taste..."
She felt like she had something stuck in her throat.
The captain's wife, who was always careful with every grain of rice, took a sticky bean curd from the plate and broke off a little for those who had already had dinner: "Chew it for a while, don't swallow it all in one gulp - this is not for you to eat!"
Wow! ! !
The sun rises from the west!
The children’s eyes were wide open – they didn’t expect that they could have a snack!
You have to know that food is not abundant at that time. During the winter, many people tighten their belts and only eat two meals a day. The team leader's family is better off, with three meals, but the portions are certainly not as much as when doing farm work. Everyone can only eat until they are 70% to 80% full, and even then, they are already a minority in the village.
So even though they had just finished dinner, even the children with the smallest appetites did not feel like they had too much to eat. They cherished the sticky rice dumplings they were given and chewed them carefully with their front teeth like a group of little goats.
The children were easy to please and they happily accepted the unexpected meal, grinning with joy.
Originally, the remaining drink was just enough to wet his lips, and he took some sticky bean curd to suppress it. Song Ruan felt much better now, and continued on the kang: "In Sucheng, braised pork is all sweet."
Is braised pork sweet? ?
The captain and his family all exclaimed in unison, their eyeballs widening even more.
How can braised pork be sweet?
When Hu Tou thought about the taste, his little black face wrinkled like a wild boar's skin.
Meat is such a precious thing, it’s better to cook it in plain water!
Thinking of the plump meat boiled in plain water, cut into big slices, and taking a bite, he couldn't help but drool.
Everyone looked at him with a greedy look on his face and laughed.
Hu Tou was a little shy, which was rare. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, turned around and went behind his mother.
He was also quite smart. When he hid behind his mother, he put the bowl in his hand next to his father.
Well, I can’t give it to his mother, because his mother still needs to feed her little sister. If she gets this taste from the milk, the little sister will be doomed.
It’s better to give it to his father. His father won’t get hurt from it.
Boss Wang: …
You really care about your mother and love your sister, and you are so filial to your father.
Xiao Wu and Xiao Jun's eyes lit up and they rushed to their mother's side. While Bai Fangfang was still not able to react, they poured their own soy milk into her mouth.
"Mom, don't you always tell us to save the good stuff for Brother Daniu? This is a specialty of the capital, so we'll save it for him."
Xiao Wu looked at Xiao Ya, who was timidly afraid to come up with the bowl in her hand. He took two steps on his knees from the kang and jumped in front of her. He dodged her hand and turned around with a flexible three-step layup, perfectly pouring the soy milk in Xiao Ya's bowl into their mother's bowl.
Bai Fangfang: “…”
She was about to twist the ears of the two little bastards with a frown, but just as she was about to raise her hand, the captain's wife looked over at her with a stern look: "Second brother's family, have you taken Xiaowu and Xiaojun's things and given them to your parents again?"
Bai Fangfang's arrogance suddenly faded, and she forced a smile on her face: "No, no way, mom."
The captain's wife's eyes were like a knife slashing at this confused daughter-in-law, making her shrink her neck and head like a trembling quail, and then she withdrew her gaze angrily.
Xiao Song is still here. We can't argue about trivial matters in front of a little girl and scare her.
She looked at her second son who was lying on the other side with his head down and pretending to be dead. She felt even more angry - what a useless and blind thing. When something happened, he became as nervous as a roast chicken, as if it had nothing to do with him. The more she looked at him, the more upset she became.
She poured the soy milk in her hand into his thing and said with a fake smile, "You usually eat less, right? Eat more today."
Wang Xue looked around and poured the soy milk in her bowl into Wang Hao's bowl: "Eat!"
She was brief and to the point.
The unfortunate fellows whose bowls of soy milk had doubled in volume struggled to bring their bowls to their mouths with sad faces, feeling that every hair on their bodies was resisting.
But people nowadays don’t have the habit of wasting food.
Let's put it this way, they would rather waste their lives, close their eyes, and ruthlessly pour everything into their mouths.
"YUE!!!"
In the small main room, one could hear a lot of frog noises. One might have thought that in this cold winter, the frogs had stopped hibernating and were having a party at the captain's house.
Boss Wang, a big, strong man, was forced to shed tears at this moment: "It's not easy for people in the capital."
Wang Laoer nodded sincerely and heartily in agreement with his elder brother's words.
No wonder he is from the capital. Who can compare with his spirit of enduring hardship?
Not only him, but other members of Lao Wang's family seemed to feel the same way.
Song Ruan looked well-behaved and harmless as she raised her fair and clean little face: "Then uncles and aunts, do you still want to eat? I have a big bucket in my room, specially brought for everyone."
The captain was old, and at this moment he stood up like a spring. He realized that his behavior was a bit extreme, and he managed to hold it back: "No, no, give it to other villagers who haven't eaten it yet."
The Wang family members nodded in unison. They had never been so united and determined before.
I was afraid that if I clicked slowly, I would be caught and fed with shit.
Bai Fangfang understood the bigger picture: "Yes, yes, yes. We are a cadre family. How can we compete with the villagers for things? Well, uh, these good things from the capital are something that we, who work in the fields, may never be able to dig out in our lifetime. Let's share them with everyone."
You know, if you work hard in the fields for a year and end up digging up these things, you really won’t be in the mood to think about the next year.
Really, life is hopeless.
Song Ruan gave up the idea with regret.
Afterwards, Song Ruan talked to the team leader about borrowing the brigade auditorium to distribute things tomorrow.
"It's no big deal!" The captain waved his hand and said, as long as they were not asked to eat such horrible things, they could use it.
But he has made up his mind not to go tomorrow.
Although he didn't say it explicitly, his expression was almost obvious.
Not only him, but everyone in the room felt the same way.
The tiger head, who loves to play around and stick to Sister Xiao Song, has a little look now.
Sister Xiao Song, next time, I will definitely come to support you.
Let’s just forget it this time.
How can this be! She has other programs prepared for tomorrow!
Song Ruan cleared her throat and said, "It's like this. I went to Beijing this time. I heard that when our team was digging herbs, we were fooled by the buyers because we didn't know them. This time when I went to the capital, I paid special attention to it and bought a related book. I thought I could tell you about it."
The Dongfeng Brigade has so many things to do, and they are all idle, so let her learn them all!
The captain's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Really?"
Even though he looks like a stepmother when he has to deal with trivial matters for the young talents of the Dongfeng Brigade with a sullen face every day, he is almost labeled as an innocent child, but he still works diligently and does not miss any adjustment. It can be seen that he is actually a good leader.
He was originally exhausted by the soy milk, but now he is full of energy, and his whole body is filled with the glow of touching: "Xiao Song, you are a good comrade, you really care about our team!"
Song Ruan puffed out her chest proudly: "Yes, yes, I think so too."
"Uh..." The captain was speechless for a moment.
Generally speaking, the normal process should not be that the person being praised feels embarrassed and shy and makes excuses like "No, no, no". Then the person who is complimenting him/her insists that you are too modest/that's just how you are. This goes back and forth for a while, and finally the person being praised appears embarrassed but actually happily acknowledges the compliment.
Just like stuffing a red envelope, the two adults have to do a push-pull dance, some even kicking the person out the door. The person being kicked out then struggles but is strong enough to throw the red envelope in through the crack in the door like a dart. Only then do they complete the entire process.
How can you not eagerly fill your pockets to the size of a sack as soon as the other party takes out a red envelope, and actively shout: "Put it here, put it here!"
But now the captain's favorability towards Song Ruan has increased to the Himalayas. The filter he uses is even bigger than that of an eighty-year-old man pretending to be a shota in later generations. He also thinks that Song Ruan is a really open-minded person.
"Yes, Xiao Song, you are this!"
The captain gave her a thumbs up.
Song Ruan pursed her lips and smiled, revealing a bit of trepidation: "But, tomorrow is the first time, I'm a little worried..."
The captain waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Song. Tomorrow our whole family will go to you to calm the situation! I will tell them that you just need to give the lecture."
The captain's wife also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes."
Since the two highest-ranking heads of the family had said so, of course the others had no choice but to agree - but this time they were not unwilling at all.
There is no way. People are poor in this era. There are only a few things that can be dug out from the soil throughout the year. Of course it is good to have more income.
A group of people whose eyes were dull due to being tortured by soy milk now had eyes as bright as wolves.
Besides, Song Ruan has already said that he will give a lecture to everyone tomorrow. If others can recognize the herbs after listening, they can dig them up and sell them for money. Then those who didn’t listen and couldn’t recognize them will be at a loss, right?
No, absolutely not!
They, the Dongfeng Brigade, do not have the spirit of self-sacrifice!
But when they thought of the unpalatable bean juice, their faces twisted. Wang Laoer had an idea: "Sister Song, we have already drunk your bean juice today. We won't share it tomorrow. Other people in the village haven't drunk it yet, so leave it for them."
"Yes, yes, yes." The others nodded hurriedly, their heads almost leaving afterimages.
Song Ruan was almost laughing to death in her heart, but she still looked serious and pretended to hesitate: "Ah, then if everyone else drinks tomorrow and you sit there doing nothing, will you feel uncomfortable?"
"Absolutely not!"
Bai Fangfang, who had eaten four servings of bean juice, was the most excited: "Don't worry, Xiao Song, I won't say anything else, but I promise I'll be thick-skinned!"
Everyone moved in unison, more orderly than soldiers shouting orders.
"Let them drink more!"
I don't know who shouted, and the whole room fell silent for a moment, as if some idea was inspired and inspiration came all of a sudden.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Wang Xue, who originally had no regard for Song Runmei, temporarily put aside her conflict and took the initiative to offer herself: "I can help you distribute this... stinky juice to everyone!"
She wants to make a pot for Grandma Sun’s family! A family of bitches! It's so cheap that it's almost out of its original form!
Wang Xue gritted her teeth.
"They call it douzhi." Song Ruan corrected it. "Thank you for your kindness, but don't bother."
It's so funny. With such a great opportunity to mess with others, why does she need someone else to do it for her?
She patted her butt contentedly and said goodbye to everyone.
The next morning, Song Ruan got up early, which was a rare occasion. She asked Haoshi to carry the books and papers, while she carefully carried the specially heated, steaming hot bean juice bucket - she was afraid that Haoshi would not walk steadily and spill the bean juice on her. What a waste it would be, because every drop of it must go into the human mouth to exert the greatest effect.
The team leader opened the door of the auditorium early, set up the microphone and other things, and considerately placed a pot of charcoal fire on the side - don't let a good comrade like Xiao Song get frozen, that would be terrible.
He is as diligent as a black old bee.
There were a lot of people coming, which was not surprising - the things were free and they were from the capital. Even if there were one or two who were too proud to ask Song Ruan for things from a little girl, it was still okay for them to come and see the fun.
The young wives and aunts had no such concerns and came in a large group, holding enamel pots in their hands and small stools under their arms. They put the stools down and sat down, chattering with their old sisters about what good things they would get in a while.
"Oh my, I didn't expect us peasants to get things from the capital."
"That's right. I've been looking forward to it all night."
The auditorium was packed with people, and the air was filled with anticipation, happiness, and enthusiasm. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought it was the New Year again.
Hu Tou was instructed by his grandfather to bring a freshly filled kettle of thermos from home. Looking at this group of happy aunts and grandmothers, his small and tender face showed a look of clarity and insight - he had gone through this process himself yesterday.
Be happy, be happy. He was so happy yesterday before he drank Sister Xiao Song’s stinky juice. I guarantee you won’t be able to be happy like this in a while.
Hu Tou looked indifferent, like a little monk who had seen through the world.
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