Ye Qingshui couldn't refuse, of course, because she was worried about meat. Although Liu Yiliang could give her some bones and pig offal every now and then through his work at the animal husbandry station, the quantity was too small after all, not enough for her to eat at home, let alone sell to customers.
"Okay." Ye Qingshui didn't really care about the money. "If you can guarantee to give me enough chickens and ducks, and are willing to run errands for me."
"What's so difficult about this! My name is Qian Xiangdong." said the trader.
The next day, Qian Xiangdong really caught two chickens for Ye Qingshui. Ye Qingshui took a look at Qian Xiangdong's chickens and began to understand why his eggs were so difficult to sell.
This chicken is light to lift, and smaller than most domestic chickens. The eggs are not as big as those sold at the supply and marketing cooperative. No wonder his eggs can't be sold for even a cent each. The eggs sold at the supply and marketing cooperative can be sold for two cents each.
Qian Xiangdong noticed Ye Qingshui's disdain and immediately laughed. He said, "Don't think this chicken is too small. It's a pure mountain chicken. The meat is firm and it runs all over the mountain. One pound of it is worth two pounds of chicken from the supply and marketing cooperative! You better hold on tight, it's very fierce."
The last two sentences sound like showing off.
No matter how strong the chicken is, it can't escape Ye Qingshui's hands that can flip the pan and chop bones. She touched the chicken's wings and looked at its butt. The butt was greasy and it looked like it had fat in its belly. The quality of the chicken was impeccable.
Ye Qingshui secretly went to the back mountain to kill the chicken and carefully buried the chicken feathers.
One chicken was used to make buns, and the other one was too small and had many bones. Ye Qingshui was too lazy to slowly remove the bones and cut the meat, so he decided to produce and sell the buns himself.
Using chicken and duck to make buns is not a good choice, because chicken and duck meat are firm and have little fat, so the steamed buns are not oily enough and fragrant, and need to be added with extra oil. Ye Qingshui pinched the chicken and had a better idea. Chicken is delicious when made into glutinous rice chicken. Wrap rice, chestnuts, chicken, and mountain mushrooms in lotus leaves and steam them. The glutinous rice is tender and oily when you bite it, and there is rice, meat, chestnuts and mushrooms.
Moreover, glutinous rice is difficult to digest, can keep you full, and tastes good.
Ye Qingshui hung the chicken in the well to keep it fresh. She thought the meat of the other small chicken was too little, so while others were working, Ye Qingshui piled up earth and wrapped the marinated chicken with lotus leaves. She carefully went home to get firewood, made a fire and roasted the chicken. When the roasting temperature was almost right, she flattened the earthen kiln, sprinkled a few layers of sand to keep it warm, and used the residual heat in the kiln to stew the chicken.
The chicken cooked in this way is called kiln chicken, and is also called beggar's chicken in other places. It is a test of the skills of building the earth kiln and the control of the temperature.
Ye Qingshui sniffed the delicious chicken and her mouth watered. After waiting patiently for almost an hour, she sneaked back home with the hot chicken.
At this time, Xie Tingyu happened to come back to get something, and went to the woodshed to get something to eat. He happened to bump into Ye Qingshui.
Ye Qingshui felt a little ashamed when she saw Xie Tingyu. She had just thought about eating the chicken with her grandmother and mother while Xie Tingyu was not home at noon. As soon as she had the idea, she bumped into him.
She forced a bright smile on her face, and guiltily handed over the pheasant, saying, "I just caught a pheasant in the mountains. It's a good opportunity for you to come back. Would you like to try it?"
This chicken looked less than three pounds, not very big. Domestic chickens would not be slaughtered at such a young age. No one doubted that it was a pheasant.
Xie Tingyu saw the chicken in the little girl's hands. Her originally white hands were now mottled and her clothes were stained with ashes. She looked quite disheveled, but her pair of bright black eyes were the only thing that was shining.
Her eyes are beautiful, like the bright eyes of an empty mountain after a rain, without a trace of impurities, clear and pure. Such a passionate and bold girl, at this moment, she is holding Xie Tingyu's favorite food in her hand.
Shen Weimin was right. Xie Tingyu was a picky eater. When she was a child, she was very picky about food. She would not eat any fatty meat, but only liked the lean chicken that was skimmed clean.
Ye Qingshui's enthusiasm was hard to refuse. During this period, some of her signs made Xie Tingyu think deeply.
Xie Tingyu was silent for a while, then he said: "I'm not hungry, you can keep it for yourself after you finish eating."
Although Ye Qingshui was rejected, she was very happy. She politely tried to persuade him, "Are you really not hungry? Actually, this little bit of chicken is nothing. You do hard work and you get tired easily."
The chicken was small to begin with, so I left some for my grandma and my mother, who could only eat a few bites.
Seeing Ye Qingshui's increasingly expectant eyes, Xie Tingyu said involuntarily, "You're not hungry after eating two buns."
Ye Qingshui heard this and started eating without hesitation. She peeled off the lotus leaves, cut the mountain chicken into small pieces with a knife, and skillfully divided it into three equal parts. She held the greasy chicken leg and started to chew it.
The chicken skin of the kiln chicken is braised to be smooth and tender, with golden chicken fat flowing out, and the chicken meat is firm and tender, with the faint fragrance of lotus leaves. It is worthy of being a free-range chicken in the mountains, and it tastes much better than a native chicken.
Xie Tingyu turned around and left the woodshed.
…
After Xie Tingyu returned to the construction site, he worked for another two hours before noon.
Was it because he was willing to give her extra lessons that she misunderstood?
Xie Tingyu still hoped from the bottom of his heart that she would regard him as a brother. He had previously thought that divorce would have a great impact on women. She would lose her reputation in vain and her future life would be difficult. She would have a better life if she learned more cultural knowledge. So he helped her with her homework.
Xie Tingyu was thinking about whether he should refuse to let Ye Qingshui send him lunch boxes and remember to bring more water every morning, but Shen Weimin had already ordered a week's worth of meals with Ye Qingshui. He frowned and took out money from his wallet to give to Shen Weimin.
"I'm giving it back to you."
Shen Weimin held the banknotes and looked at Xie Tingyu in confusion.
Xie Tingyu said: "Don't bother Shuiya to bring you food, she can't stand the heat."
Shen Weimin worked very hard today and had been looking forward to Ye Qingshui's delicious meal. But at this moment, he was suddenly poured with a basin of cold water: Can't eat boxed lunches anymore?
What Shen Weimin thought of in an instant was that Xie Tingyu minded, and he didn't want him to eat the meal made by Ye Qingshui himself.
Shen Weimin said: “Brother Yu, you can’t be so stingy. You eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks while watching your brothers chew dry food.”
Xie Tingyu said: "I don't eat any of them, I bring my own."
After several attempts, Shen Weimin finally caught Xie Tingyu's flaws.
Shen Weimin squeezed out a snort from his nose, and he gritted his teeth: "Brother Yu now knows how to protect people. She didn't scold me some time ago, and now she has to avoid suspicion even when sending me food. Okay, I understand."
Xie Tingyu's face darkened. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Xie Zhiqing, the truck has brought the concrete and steel bars here, come and check them." A man shouted.
Xie Tingyu didn't say anything. He responded and quickly went to inspect the goods.
On the other side, Ye Qingshui, who had eaten and made lunch, came on her bicycle. She handed the hot lunch box to Shen Weimin.
Shen Weimin took the lunch box and said jokingly: "Shui Ya, if Brother Yu divorces you in the future, will you blame him--"
Ye Qingguo said decisively and simply: "Of course not."
Hurry up and leave. It's annoying to have him hanging around in front of her all day. He always reminds her of things that she is about to forget. It's really worrying. Every time she remembers one more thing, Ye Qingshui gets annoyed and doesn't know what attitude to use to face Xie Tingyu.
She was unkind and he was unjust. She was inferior to him in marriage, but he left without saying a word and even published a divorce in the newspaper.
In those days, it was rare to get married in the mountains. A wedding banquet was held and relatives and friends were invited to drink. They slept in the same bed, had a litter of children, worked from sunrise to sunset, and that was it.
Until the official red book was issued, the older generation of couples rarely went to get a marriage certificate. Later, the law called it a de facto marriage. What if there is no marriage certificate and you get divorced? At that time, few people got divorced. Divorce was probably just a matter of parting ways, and then having a meal with the witness to talk it out.
When Xie Tingyu left, he said: Shuiya, you should also go to college. It will be better if you are educated. I will wait for you.
She thought that they would go to college together. At that time, Ye Qingshui, who was full of sweetness, thought that even for Xie Tingyu, she would study hard and strive to be worthy of him. In the end, she waited for a letter from Xie Tingyu, with a newspaper in the letter. The thin newspaper that was deliberately taken out had the divorce statement of Xie Tingyu and her in an inconspicuous place.
His dream was shattered and Ye Qingshui no longer wanted to go to college.
Ye Qingshui held the hot lunch box in his hand and looked for Xie Tingyu.
At the other end, an educated youth who was unloading concrete pipes suddenly had something to do and asked Xie Tingyu to help him after checking the number. Xie Tingyu agreed. He walked behind the car. The mountain road was bumpy, and the car bumped against the mountain wall several times. In addition, the workers in the city did not check carefully before loading, and there were many round pipes in the container.
At this moment, the hidden buckle of the container slipped.
Xie Tingyu turned his back to the rear of the car, pointed his thumb at a small notebook and said to the educated youth: "This trip will probably have..."
"Xie Tingyu—be careful!"
In just this short second, Ye Qingshui quickly threw away his lunch box, rushed forward, grabbed Xie Tingyu and pushed him away.
She closed her eyes in fear.
Ye Qingshui remembered something. This was an instinctive action from a long time ago. When she was young, Ye Qingshui would never let Xie Tingyu get hurt. Because she felt sorry for him. His mother left him very early. Someone loved him before, but later no one did. After having a stepmother, he also lost his father. He was forced to grow up alone. When he was hurt or sick, no one cared about him anymore.
When Xie Tingyu carefully talked about this, the young Ye Qingshui's eyes were filled with heartache. She swore to him that she would never let him suffer any grievances in the future.
Xie Tingyu, who was pushed away, looked at the concrete pipe weighing hundreds of pounds falling down in shock, while Ye Qingshui was still standing there. The time was so short that he had no time to think. In that instant, he did not choose to be pushed away, but pulled Ye Qingshui around and used his back to block the heavy concrete for her.
He bent down and held her head with both hands. He first groaned heavily, and then sighed hoarsely: "Are you... stupid?"
Shen Weimin, who witnessed all this from afar, was so surprised that his mouth opened wide enough to fit two eggs.
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