Chapter 57

There is no deadline, and Jing Xian can't tell whether she is at a disadvantage or someone else is at a disadvantage.

"If you want to eat pork head or other brined vegetables, I can make them for you. You just need to bring the ingredients." Jing Xian had said this before, but Xiao Song still seemed a little awkward.

She thinks Xiao Song is not honest enough.

Song Ning said rather embarrassedly: "I didn't take it before because I was worried that you were busy and didn't have time to do it for me. Besides, it's ok for me to do it once or twice, but if I ask you to do it for me every time, it would be too annoying."

Jing Xian raised her eyebrows: "You can still think of this? It's not easy!"

Song Ning, who usually scolds others: "..."

She finally realized how annoying she was.

"We salt things all year round. In the past, it was winter, so there were fewer things that could be salted. Now that summer has arrived, there are many things that can be salted. You can just bring them over when the time comes. We won't make them for you. Unless you are in a hurry, but you can also tell us in advance."

Song Ning was shocked and asked, "You have been doing this all year round?"

"Cooking that little bit of food won't heat up the kang. Anyway, it's just heating up the kang and salting something at the same time, is there a problem?"

Kill two birds with one stone and avoid wasting firewood.

Song Ning was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh and said, "Why didn't I think of this earlier?"

"It's not too late for you to think about it now."

Jing Xian smiled.

Song Ning just felt uncomfortable, in every sense of the word.

She came to eat, but she was too embarrassed to eat more brined pork head or anything like that. She was obviously ravenous, but she was too embarrassed to ask Jingxian to help her. God knows how much pain she felt at that moment!

No one can understand.

"We'll eat at home tonight." Jing Xian looked at Song Ning, who was in great pain, and added, "Eat as much as you want."

She cooked a big pot of kelp.

Ever since Jingxian knew that she could buy kelp, there has never been a shortage of it in her home.

In the morning, we had kelp miso soup, which was cooked with broth and tasted different from seafood soup. Not only the children, but Shang Nanchen also liked it very much.

Jing Xian even specially prepared some cold kelp strips, which had no fishy smell, sprinkled sesame seeds on top, and added some chili peppers to the other dish. Shang Nanchen could finish a whole pot by himself.

"Da Mao, you guys go to your Aunt Xu's house and ask her to come over for dinner." Jing Xian stood at the door and called the children to ask them to come over for dinner.

Usually this point is finished.

Today, because we were a little late in buying things, Song Ning had to bring back so much cloth after all the trouble.

Fortunately, Jingxian found a lot of things.

Fortunately it was out of the pot, otherwise I would be at a loss.

She cut a lot this time, a large bowl of salsa, divided into two bowls, one of which was cooked with chili peppers. The chili peppers were not very spicy, but just a little spicy, which was just right for rice.

Jing Xian didn’t cook millet rice, but rice mixed with millet, a whole big bowl of it.

There are four boys in the family, and each of them eats more than Jingxian.

With the addition of Song Zheng and Shang Nanchen, Jing Xian couldn't eat less, fearing that there wouldn't be enough to eat. She also boiled 20 eggs and salinated them.

When Xu Ning arrived, the meal was ready.

"Come in, go straight inside and eat."

Jing Xian called Xu Ning in and served the pork stewed with vermicelli. Shang Nanche came over and brought it into the room, and everyone started eating.

Song Zheng had only eaten Jing Xian's cooking a few times and knew that Jing Xian's cooking was delicious. But now he found that her cooking skills had improved. For example, this meal was more delicious than the previous times he came to eat.

He glanced at Shang Nanchen enviously. Shang Nanchen looked over as if he had noticed something, and seeing the envy in Song Zheng's eyes, the corners of his lips raised proudly.

What does it mean that Song Zheng has been liked by a girl for ten years?

His wife is good in every way.

The competitiveness between men is so strange sometimes.

"How many days will you stay here this time?" Shang Nanchen asked Song Zheng.

Song Zheng took a bite of the vermicelli. It was so delicious that he wanted to swallow his tongue.

"I can't stay here for more than a few days. I have to go back the day after tomorrow." Song Zheng said in a low voice.

The leader asked Shang Nanchen, "The overall quality of the soldiers in your military region is obviously different from the year before last."

Good condition visible to the naked eye.

In the past, these warriors were not only pale and thin, but each of them looked like a skinny stick.

Now the warriors are still as thin as before, but their mental state is completely different from before. Moreover, their physical fitness has been significantly improved compared to before. There are fewer and fewer warriors who wake up in the middle of the night due to leg pain.

In the following month, almost no one woke up because of leg pain.

Even if there are any, they are just new recruits.

The new recruits have only been here for a few days and they all look like skinny little monkeys.

Shang Nanchen knew what Song Zheng meant: "It's true that Jing Xian wrote this, but it was handwritten by her and sent to the higher-ups after she finished writing it. If you want it, you can, but you have to communicate directly with the leaders above. I suggest you write a report and send it up."

Song Zheng, how important is this matter? Seafood is not eaten everywhere. In the southernmost coastal areas, it is eaten. The fishermen there make a living by fishing. In the north, not many people eat these things. Moreover, the focus is not on eating seafood, but on the report written by Jing Xian.

What Song Zheng needs are various suggestions on the troops’ diet.

"I don't want a recipe. I want the nutritional meal planning knowledge written by my sister-in-law. The viewpoints she put forward are very important. After half a year of observation, the soldiers in your military region have undergone obvious changes. This shows a very important issue, that is, the viewpoints put forward by my sister-in-law are correct. The recipes she gave are also the most valuable." Song Zheng is a man with ideas.

The Song family is a large family, and the mayor of Li City is his uncle.

The rest of their family members are distributed in various industries, with the largest number of them working in the military.

Once the knowledge of nutrition and meal distribution in the military is standardized, the physical fitness of the entire army will be unprecedentedly improved, and the benefits will be immeasurable.

Shang Nanchen was clear in his mind.

Before, Jing Xian couldn't think of anything, but now when she heard Song Zheng's words, she looked up and saw Shang Nanchen frowning, as if he was going to refuse. She put her hand under the table and gently squeezed Shang Nanchen.

Shang Nanchen turned his head to look at her, and this eye contact made her understand what Shang Nanchen meant.

"I can write another one for you. The detailed recipe may not be included." After Jing Xian said this, she noticed that there was a little disappointment in Song Zheng's eyes, but that was okay.

The reason she wrote this last time was, firstly, because she had plenty of time, and secondly, she wanted Shang Nanchen to leave a good impression in front of the leader.

Now, she was writing about this obviously thankless task, which might offend Shang Nanchen, the leader of the military region.

"Your Master Wei is quite old, and he will retire soon." Song Zheng was well-informed. Seeing Shang Nanchen's expression soften, he said, "He is sixty years old, and he will retire when he turns sixty."

Even though Song Zheng didn't explain the details, Shang Nanchen knew what was going on.

Even if Commander Wei has connections, he can't get promoted because of his age.

"I will write down the ways to pair various dishes, and let you people there come up with the specific methods." Jing Xian was particularly grateful for the nutritional knowledge she learned when she was reading in the library.

At that time, I just wanted to learn more knowledge and read everything.

If she doesn't understand something, she should memorize it and keep it in her mind. What if one day she can understand those problems?

With this mindset, Jing Xian would read whenever she had time.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have the space.

If she had space, she would put all the books in the space, or go back to this life and bring back space power instead of plant power. How happy it is to have books from several libraries!

When Song Zheng heard Jing Xian say this, he was pleasantly surprised: "That's even better."

After dinner, Song Zheng took Xu Ning and Song Ning away.

The children also took a bath and lay on the kang to sleep. After taking a bath, Jingxian took out a piece of cloth from the cupboard and started making clothes for the children. Sweaters and trousers need to be worn over trousers, and those trousers get damaged very quickly.

Some of the prints are indeed not very nice, so Jing Xian plans to make them into tops.

The pants are made of dark-colored fabric that is stain-resistant.

After a few days of wearing thin clothes, the children must have a change of clothes.

Shang Nanchen was the last one to take a shower. After he finished, he came in and sat on the edge of the kang. He came over and asked Jing Xian, "Are you really going to write one for him?"

"It's just a matter of writing a few words. It's not a big deal." Jing Xian calculated the cloth, put it aside, and looked up and said, "Does this matter affect you?"

"No, Commander Wei will indeed retire soon." Shang Nanchen lowered his voice and said, "In the case of Liu Cailan, wasn't there a regiment commander who committed a crime and was forced to retire? The procedures were just completed a few days ago, and the higher-ups are planning to promote me."

Jing Xian was stunned: "You are so young and you are the leader, are you sure it's okay?"

Shang Nanchen didn't expect that she was so wise.

"Yes, Comrade Jing Xian is very sharp!" Shang Nanchen joked.

Jing Xian rolled her eyes at him and said, "Although I am a country girl, my master is a man who has seen the world."

Shang Nanchen nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, yes! Comrade Xiao Jing is a man who has a broad perspective."

“Tsk!”

Jing Xian shook her head.

If she told him about the end of the world, she would tell him that in the future, the high-speed rail in the motherland would be able to take them to Jiangcheng in ten hours. The airports in the future would be much better than the current ones, and even the dilapidated ones would definitely not be comparable to the current ones.

At that time, it only took an hour and a half to reach Jiangcheng.

I heard that in a few decades, another aircraft carrier will be launched.

She had experienced it before, but when she saw the high-speed rail station occupied by zombies, she became curious about the world that had not been occupied before the apocalypse.

If only their world would become like that.

Somehow, Jing Xian believed that that day would definitely come.

"I'll finish writing it tomorrow. You can give it to me before Song Zheng leaves the day after tomorrow."

Jing Xian didn't ask about Song Zheng's background. This was a good thing for Song Zheng. It might even help the people in their family move up to a higher level.

But things don't happen overnight.

It may take a year or so to wait for the harvest.

At that time, Commander Wei had already retired, so even if the newcomers wanted to make things difficult for Shang Nanchen, he was not afraid. It all depended on how the Song family would handle the situation.

Jing Xian didn't ask about the Song family's background because she didn't want to destroy the relationship between Song Zheng and Shang Nanchen. More importantly, she cared about Shang Nanchen's self-esteem. The Song family begged their family for this matter, and the Song family owed them a favor.

Jing Xian was clear-headed and said casually, "Song Ning has given us so much cloth, it's enough for our family to wear for several years. I'll buy some cotton and make new cotton-padded clothes for the children. As the children grow up, their clothes get worn out quickly and need to be replaced quickly. The cloth looks like a lot, but it will be used up in a few years. I'll pick out a piece of better cloth and make a bra for Song Ning and Xu Ning."

Shang Nanchen knew that she was doing this for himself, so he frowned and said, "You do it too."

She also wants what others have.

When Jing Xian heard this, the corners of her lips curled up: "Aren't you afraid of what others say?"

"You are young, only nineteen years old. What's wrong with wearing a skirt? If there were universities before, you would still be a college student." Shang Nanchen is not a person with low vision. Jing Xian felt very comfortable after hearing these words.

"You said so."

"A spit is a nail, I'm leaving it at that." Shang Nanchen came over and pointed at the cloth and said, "Don't do needlework at night, it hurts your eyes. When you get old and your eyes hurt, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Jing Xian looked at Shang Nanchen with a half-smile and said meaningfully, "Then just take it!"

Before he finished speaking, Shang Nanchen picked up the cloth and placed it on the end of the kang, then turned off the light and came over.

"It's getting dark, time to go to bed. You don't have to go to work tomorrow, so you can get up later."

That's true.

It's all for her own good.

Jing Xian knew that Shang Nanchen had a good physical condition and great physical strength, but she never expected that Shang Nanchen had been holding back before.

During this period of recuperation, everything was calm and peaceful.

Who knew that today would be like taking a tonic soup, almost fatal.

Jing Xian did not get up as she wished, but she opened her eyes at a certain time in the morning, woke up for a while, and then fell asleep again.

After a few hours of sleep, Jingxian sat up and there was rice heating up in the pot.

After eating a little, she sat at the table and started writing.

After writing for the whole morning, Jing Xian flexed her wrists. When she saw Shang Nanchen coming in, she glared at him and said unhappily, "The children are in school now, and there's not even a table at home for them to do their homework. Then you can get a longer board and make it into a long table. The four children can all do their homework on it."

This is cheaper than other tables.

Shang Nanchen said: "I can do this."

He went out and came back with a wooden board. He took the things into the house, gestured, and started to assemble them. I don't know how he did it, but a long wooden table came out.

The table top has been polished and is very smooth, so there is no need to worry about hurting the children.

He also put a few chairs under the table, which looked like something you would see in some zombie-ravaged store in the future.

"Is this what you said?" Shang Nanchen turned around and asked Jing Xian.

Jing Xian nodded: "Yes, that's it."

She looked really satisfied.

"The kids will come back soon and will be very happy to see this."

Jing Xian went forward, touched it, pulled out the chair, sat at the table and started writing. This was much more comfortable than writing with the table on the kang.

Shang Nanchen also sat down next to her, felt it and said, "It's pretty good."

Some kids may not like it very much.

Nowadays, children don’t like to read.

These kids in their family also play like crazy in school and don't listen to what the teacher teaches.

Lunch is ready and the children come back on time to eat.

Fusheng was surprised when he saw the table and said, "Mom, why do we have such a table in our house?"

"I told you to sit here and do your homework." Jing Xian said, and Fusheng's face was suddenly filled with horror.

The other three kids following behind Fusheng had the same expression.

Jing Xian raised her eyebrows: "It seems that you don't like this table very much!"