Ergou's mother climbed down from the wall with shaking legs, and slapped the mole lady fiercely: "Why are you so useless? I just slapped you to the ground, and you don't know who you are?"
Before the mole lady could answer, she felt a sweetness in her throat and spat out a mouthful of blood with a little black blood.
He sprayed Ergou's mother in the face, but Ergou's mother didn't care about her own face.
His mouth kept shaking: "You...you...don't blame me, I just slapped you lightly and you vomited blood.
Oh my god, what should I do? "
Ergou's mother was shocked and frightened. She had indeed used too much force just now.
But this old mole must have some hidden illness, because her old man didn't vomit blood even though she beat him so hard that he made a loud noise.
"Oh, I haven't done much work yet. I have to go back and check it out, or I'll get bit by the bear again."
Ergou's mother slipped away right under the nose of Aunt Mole with a face full of black blood.
After the mole lady spat out a mouthful of blood, she actually felt a little lighter.
Before, I always felt a tightness in my chest late at night and felt heavy and uncomfortable during the day, but now I don’t have that feeling anymore.
"This Wen Zhiqing has this skill? It seems that if I feel stuck in traffic again, I will ask little Wen Zhiqing to take a photo..."
The mole lady muttered to herself, completely forgetting the purpose of her visit.
My heart is no longer blocked, and I feel that things around me are more open.
He walked towards his home with his head held high.
As soon as she arrived at the door of her house, she saw her lover standing at the door with a shifty look in his eyes.
Seeing her coming, his face was full of smiles.
"Hua'er, look..." The old man smiled with a bit of flattery.
When the mole-faced lady looked at the cloth bag brought by her old lover, she immediately felt that the man in front of her was like a lackey.
He has no manliness at all. I don't know why I was so blind to have him as my mistress.
"What, no food? If you don't have food, go work. We don't even have enough to eat. How can I share it with you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the man's expression turned ugly, and he threw his hands in anger: "What do you mean?
Didn’t we agree on this before? Are you mad that I didn’t come to see you these few days? Didn’t I tell you that I’m busy with something important, and I’ll treat you well after I’m done with it? "
The man coaxed and deceived the old lady with the mole, secretly observing her expression. When he saw that her complexion looked a little better, he finally relaxed a little.
He reached out to pull the person to the corner, but the mole lady dodged him.
"We really have no food recently. You know my wife is a good-for-nothing. All the good things have been taken away from her.
During this period of autumn harvest, you should also work hard and strive to get more food."
"Oh, oh, I get it. Hua'er, I didn't eat breakfast this morning and I'm really hungry. Can I..."
The man frowned, looking very uncomfortable, which made the mole lady sigh slightly: "Wait!"
After giving him two steamed buns stuffed with wild vegetables, Aunt Mole closed the door and prepared to cook.
But she closed the door so quickly that she didn't see the vicious look that flashed across the man's face.
Looking at the tightly closed door, he gradually straightened up, no longer showing the fawning look he had just had.
As he strode towards the village entrance, his steps were so neat and measured as if they had been measured.
It was not until he met the villagers who had come down from work to cook that the man returned to his usual lazy and carefree bachelor self.
He smiled and joked a few times, and his smile continued as he looked at the few people who were avoiding him.
Not until the villagers walked away did the expression on the man's face fade and he spat fiercely on the ground: Stupid Chinese people!
No one saw this tiny scene, or perhaps even if others saw it, they didn't care.
After all, who would want to pay attention to a bachelor who is so lazy and disappears all day, eats and drinks for free, and doesn't work?
In the brigade headquarters, Wu Yu was smiling from ear to ear with her hands on her hips. Wen Sihe couldn't help but tap her forehead: "You, why don't you know how to hide? If you accidentally fall, spraining your ankle is a small matter, but what if you hit your head?"
Wu Yu hopped over to the stone and tapped it with her feet: "Tell me, if she uses force and I avoid it, who will be hit?
Look at what you said, can I just stand there and let her do the hard work?"
"Okay, okay, stop joking, both of you, and come and cook."
"Yes, sir!"
Wu Yu imitated the man in green military uniform and saluted, making several people laugh.
The captain's wife took out the eggs and beat a dozen of them into the basin. She wanted to take a few more, but then she withdrew her hand.
"Well, just give it to everyone to taste. Use the remaining eggs to make some wild vegetable and egg soup."
Who would be willing to use this white flour on weekdays? Apart from the children at home, the elderly with bad teeth can eat a few bites.
Others are mostly cornmeal with a little bit of white flour mixed in.
How could you bear to put eggs in it?
Wen Sihe looked at the only thirty or forty eggs left on the ground, and an idea came to his mind.
"Aunt, I see there are some peppers in the basket. Can we make some fried egg noodles with peppers? We're tired from working all day. Let's put some vegetables in the wild vegetable steamed bread and stew some pork and radish.
Can't I just make some egg and vegetable soup to relieve the fatigue?"
The captain's wife said: "Is this okay? In previous years, these eggs were enough to make soup, which was barely enough for everyone to have a taste.
We also need to stir-fry the chili peppers, so won’t there be even less to share?”
The lady with the green scarf also nodded in agreement: "If you ran slowly before, how could you find any egg stars when you were making the soup later?"
Wen Sihe smiled confidently: "Leave it to me."
"Wu Yu, cut the peppers into small pieces, cut more.
Auntie, please get some more cornmeal and mix it with some white flour. And get ten eggs."
Seeing that there were not enough peppers, the lady with the green headscarf ran over and picked some more, as the brigade had planted quite a few.
She and Wu Yu were both crying while fighting.
Wen Sihe took out a large bowl, put the peppers in it, added seasonings, beat the eggs, and put them in to stir.
Finally, sprinkle 20 grams of flour on it and stir back and forth with your hands in the large bowl until all the peppers are coated with flour.
This action left several people stunned.
"This, this, Xiao Wen Zhiqing, this is too little, isn't it?"
Wen Sihe motioned to the green-turbaned lady to light the fire, and said with a smile: "It won't taste good if there are too many noodles. The family next door moved here from Henan Province.
They love to cook this kind of food. Eat it with steamed buns and our stew. Finally, have a bowl of soup to fill your stomach. Perfect! ”
Two stoves were lit at the same time. Wen Sihe poured a little oil in, and then poured the chili rings into the two pots respectively.
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