"Geese are really hot-tempered animals. We can't raise too many of them. If we raise too many of them, they will easily fight." Qin Fang thought of his grandfather's family who also raised geese. He was bitten by a goose when he was a child. He looked at his sister's cute appearance and said, "Let's not raise geese for the time being. Let's raise some chickens and ducks next year!"
Lin Qiaoqiao was not very interested in raising chickens and ducklings, mainly because there was too little meat and the breeding time was too long. It was easy to kill one and feed a family of four and stew it, so it was not challenging at all.
"Actually, what I want most is to raise pigs so that I can kill them and eat as much meat as I want. But the pig sty is too dirty, so I can only think about it."
After this period of ordinary life, she often missed her previous life of eating meat.
Basically, they ate meat and fish every day. It’s not easy to eat meat now, so she wanted to go up the mountain to get meat every day.
Unfortunately, God didn't give her any space to store things, so these are just thoughts.
Qin Fang felt that the woman was distracted and didn't know what she was thinking. He went out to wash his hands, came back and sat down to eat. The goose meat was indeed stewed well, soft and tasty, with a slight spicy taste.
It tastes quite refreshing. Thinking of the salted duck eggs in the lunch box,
"Lao Wang said he wanted some pickles, so he brought me a big box of salted duck eggs today."
Lin Qiaoqiao thought that exchanging the salty duck eggs for a bottle of pickles was a great bargain, so she said,
"No problem. I'll bring him two bottles when I get to work so he can have enough."
Lin Qiaoqiao was the first one to finish eating. Thinking of the bicycle, she said to Qin Fang, "Xiaoyan told me that it's inconvenient to leave the bicycle at his house, and she's afraid that someone else might ride it away.
Otherwise, send the bike to my house. Xiaoyu doesn’t like riding a bike, so let him practice riding at home.”
Qin Fang, "That's fine, I'll ride my bike there tomorrow, and as for the return trip you'll have to walk back."
Lin Qiaoqiao thought about the inconvenience of transportation nowadays, "By the way, bring some pickles and the seasoning powder I made for my parents."
"Okay, you can bring whatever you want." Qin Fang added another spoonful of rice to himself. It was red bean rice. There were more red beans than rice in it, but it still tasted delicious. I don't know how it was made.
After getting used to eating at home, he felt that the food in the cafeteria was a little bit lacking, otherwise he wouldn't have relied on pickles to go with his meals.
At night, I put the goose feathers into the house. After washing, the feathers are very clean, light and thin. If I want to make four down quilts, I will need feathers from at least dozens of big geese. Considering that there are not many families raising geese in the village, it seems that it will not be easy to collect.
"What are you thinking about now?" Qin Fang walked into the room and saw Lin Qiaoqiao staring at the cabinet again.
Lin Qiaoqiao, "I want to make a down quilt, but I only have a few goose feathers. Granny Swallow told me to exchange sugar for feathers in the village."
Qin Fang also didn't like the quilt he was using now, it was too hard and thin. It would be even better if he had a down quilt, but he remembered that duck down would also work, so he asked,
"Can only goose feathers be used for quilts? Can duck down be used? If so, we can ask Lao Wang to help us. When the factory kills the ducks, we can collect the down and leave it to us."
Lin Qiaoqiao slapped her forehead. Why did she limit herself to goose down? Wouldn't duck down be OK too?
"Of course we can use duck down. If we can get a few bags, we can make a down quilt. That way, we don't need a cotton quilt. Down is light and thin, so it keeps you warm. Ducks and geese can stand outside in the winter, because they have thick down on their bodies. Otherwise, how can they resist the cold?"
Qin Fang smiled, "You think a lot. When I come back from Jinghai, I will go to see Lao Wang to see if he has any solution."
Lin Qiaoqiao felt that this could definitely be done. Old Wang was a very versatile person. Even without meeting him, one could imagine what kind of person he was. Otherwise, how could he get so many rare items?
Rice and flour could be obtained whenever he wanted. You have to know that it was 1978 and material control was still very strict. In addition to tickets, you also needed money, but he could get them every time.
After a busy day, I don't have to do anything at night. I just need to empty my mind and think about the plot of the novel. After writing the last word, today's work is officially over. I stretched my body, moved the table down, went to the toilet, and went back to the room without looking ahead.
As a result, she bumped into someone, and then someone hugged her waist tightly. At this time, she opened her eyes and saw the person who was hugging her was Qin Fang.
[What the hell! You knew I was coming over, so why didn’t you say anything?]
[I’m so scared!]
[What is he doing so close?]
[Am I being taken advantage of? Should I step on his foot first or hit him in the face first?]
Qin Fang felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He gently loosened his hand and walked out of his arms.
Lin Qiaoqiao had already prepared to step on his foot, but she was shaken a bit, and then her body leaned back, so she had no choice but to be hugged by him again.
And it was the most classic pose, she fell halfway and he hugged her around the waist.
Lin Qiaoqiao's eyes widened at this moment, this was exactly the same plot as in her novel.
[At the time, she thought that the male protagonist might not be able to complete this action. She wrote this story just to cater to the atmosphere at the time. The male protagonist she wrote was a handsome and well-mannered young man who was very popular with young girls.]
Now it seems that what I wrote was still too conservative, and was easily recovered by Qin Fang.
Qin Fang really wanted to see what was in the woman's mind, so after he stood firm again, he did not let go of her hand immediately.
"Can you stand still?"
"I can!"
"Then I let go of my hands!"
"Um!"
[It’s over, it’s over. Why is Boss Qin’s voice so soft?]
Qin Fang let go of his hand, then took a step back and kept a distance between them. "Didn't you look at the road when you came back from the toilet?"
"I thought no one at home went to the bathroom. Besides, you weren't awake just now, weren't you?" Lin Qiaoqiao felt a little aggrieved. If she had known earlier, she would have taken a flashlight and gone out, and this wouldn't have happened.
Qin Fang took a deep breath and said, "You go back to your room. I'm going to the bathroom!"
"Yes!" Lin Qiaoqiao answered decisively.
She didn't feel relieved until she saw him open the door and go out. It was so stressful to be in close contact with him. Fortunately, there was no light on, otherwise she would be so embarrassed.
I went back to the room, got into bed, and fell asleep almost instantly, as if what had just happened had never happened.
When Qin Fang came back from the bathroom, he heard a familiar snoring sound, a very tiny one, not Hongliang's.
Seeing her sleeping with her legs folded over the quilt, I felt a little envious of the quilt.
What can he do if the woman is not enlightened?
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