Chapter 190: never-before-seen lesbians
Besides, after today, everyone in the village will know that Song Xi was 'married' by the Song family to a deep mountain forest and died.
Presumably the life of the Song family in the village will not be easy in the future.
Unless that Song Xiuxiu can take them all away, thinking about it, I know it is impossible. If Song Xiuxiu can really prosper, she must be afraid that these poor relatives will drag her down, and it will definitely be broken by then.
Because Song Xiuxiu has never been a good person.
"Big sister, I've put the things here for you. Don't refuse. I have to visit other classmates' homes, so I'll go first. If I have a chance in the future, I will come to visit big sister."
Song Xi greeted her aunt's family and left with an empty backpack.
Followed the same pattern, and sent a basket of things to several other people who had helped the original owner.
Song Xi arrived home when it was getting dark, and Zhou Yi met Zhou Yi's concerned gaze as soon as he entered the door, "Are you hungry? Dinner is warm in the pot."
It's not easy for anyone in this day and age, so Song Xi didn't eat at someone else's house. On the way back, she took a delicious and hot shredded chicken from the cooked food section of the supermarket and ate half a catty of braised wings. Sharp, and ate a lot of melon seeds, it can be said that Song Xi never stopped talking on the way back.
But she was not willing to disappoint Zhou Yi, so she ate half a bowl of rice and drank half a bowl of mushroom, egg and shrimp skin soup. The combination of the fragrance of mushrooms and the freshness of shrimp skin was really delicious.
Zhou Yi is used to hard work and plain living. Although his life is better now, he is not extravagant and wasteful. He drank the rest of the mushroom, egg and shrimp skin soup, and his stomach was full.
Seeing this, Song Xi smiled helplessly. This person eats this kind of food every day, and he is not afraid of getting fat in middle age. He has a chubby belly, how greasy he looks like that!
In the last two days of the end of the year, Song Xi had nothing to do and didn't go anywhere, so he cooked delicious food at home, such as grilled mussels, grilled oysters, kebabs, spicy crayfish, and garlic crayfish.
Because there are fresh seafood in the supermarket, I also made authentic Buddha jumping over the wall, and made a king crab feast with super king crabs.
Song Xi used one of the five shelduck ducks obtained during winter hunting to stew old duck soup with sauerkraut, Chinese yam, wax gourd, kelp, radish and lotus root.
What Zhou Yi ate was satisfying.
Just eating and drinking like this, the day finally came to the New Year's Eve. Since Zhou Zhongguo and Zhou Yi's three brothers were going to have the New Year's Eve dinner, Song Xi and Zhou Yi started preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner after lunch.
As for the meat, Song Xi has marinated a lot of cooked food before, and it will be fine to serve it out. Song Xi ordered Zhou Yi to cut the mutton into a size suitable for the hot pot, marinate it with seasonings, and then taught Zhou Yi It is troublesome to make fish balls, but fortunately, two people do it together, which saves time and makes it easier.
The rural Chinese New Year croquettes are a tradition left by the ancestors. The croquettes are usually made into a round shape, which has the meaning of reunion. One is to draw a successful end to this year, and the other is to wish the next year's life. will be happy.
Song Xi also fried meatballs, fried a pot of meatballs, a pot of sweet potato glutinous rice balls, radish balls, and also took small crispy meat, sesame balls, pumpkin cakes, crispy bananas, chicken popcorn from the supermarket, these are semi-finished products , Take it out and fry it in the oil pan for a few minutes.
Song Xi was sitting by the stove frying, and Zhou Yi was helping and eating beside him. Song Xi looked at him and felt sorry for him. Maybe he has never had such a new year when he grows up!
No, it should be said that in this day and age, except for the people of the big family, even the people in the city can’t eat such a rich food during the New Year.
"Get some of everything later, fill a pot, and send it to Dad." Song Xi had no relationship with his father in modern times, and naturally he had no relationship with the Song family's father. Regarding the child's affairs, but if there is a need for help, she will help, so she likes a father like Zhou Zhongguo, so she will naturally treat Zhou Zhongguo as a father.
In the evening, all the ingredients and wine needed for the New Year's Eve dinner have been prepared, and they can start eating when those people come over. Zhou Ping and the three of them have to deal with the family first, and they won't be able to come for a while, so Song Xi uses a small basket She packed some potato cakes and potato **** to the village chief's house, but she didn't put meat in the potato balls, but carrots, white radishes, green onions, seaweed, and cabbage.
She sent potato cakes and potato **** to the village head's house with her own intentions, because it will be time to harvest potatoes in two or three months. The village has planted two acres, plus the sandy land she planted in the school. One acre, under the irrigation of Lingquan water, three acres of land can produce at least 30,000 catties of potatoes. If she is more diligent and waters it twice more, it is estimated that 50,000 catties will not be a problem.
If you sell so many potatoes directly, you won’t be able to get a good price. In order to get a good price, it’s not impossible to process them a little bit.
Song Xi came to the gate of Qian Weimin's house, saw that the gate was open, and walked a few steps inside suspiciously, and saw a **** who had never met sitting by the well, washing clothes in a depressed mood, from From the size of the clothes, they looked like children's clothes.
Hearing footsteps, the **** raised her head, saw Song Xi, and asked calmly, "Who are you looking for?"
"Hello, I'm looking for Aunt Zhuhua..." Before Song Xi could finish speaking, Wu Zhuhua came out from the main room, saw that it was Song Xi who came, warmly came to greet Song Xi, and dragged her into the room, "Little Xi, why are you here?"
"I made some potato pancakes and potato balls, and sent them to Aunt Zhuhua to taste them. If they are not good, please criticize them lightly!" Song Xi smiled shyly, and put the small bamboo basket in her hand Pass it to Wu Zhuhua.
"Xiaoxi, you... I don't even know how to say good things about you, but thank you!" Wu Zhuhua, who felt that Song Xiji was in her heart, was very moved. She took the small bamboo basket and put the potatoes in it. The pancakes and potato **** were put on his own plate, and then he shouted, "Xiaotao, your sister Song Xi has brought you delicious food, hurry up and take your two cousins out to eat."
Wu Zhuhua yelled, and then three girls ran out from the next room, one was Wu Zhuhua's granddaughter Qian Chuntao, and the other two older girls, Song Xi, had never seen each other, so they didn't know each other.
"Aunt Zhuhua, who are they?" Song Xi asked in a low voice standing beside Wu Zhuhua.
"They are the daughters of my niece, Da Ya and Er Ya. Da Ya is eleven years old and Er Ya is nine years old." Wu Zhuhua explained, "My daughter brought them back for the New Year."
It may be because the humble name is easy to support. Rural people in this era are very random in naming their children.
Presumably the life of the Song family in the village will not be easy in the future.
Unless that Song Xiuxiu can take them all away, thinking about it, I know it is impossible. If Song Xiuxiu can really prosper, she must be afraid that these poor relatives will drag her down, and it will definitely be broken by then.
Because Song Xiuxiu has never been a good person.
"Big sister, I've put the things here for you. Don't refuse. I have to visit other classmates' homes, so I'll go first. If I have a chance in the future, I will come to visit big sister."
Song Xi greeted her aunt's family and left with an empty backpack.
Followed the same pattern, and sent a basket of things to several other people who had helped the original owner.
Song Xi arrived home when it was getting dark, and Zhou Yi met Zhou Yi's concerned gaze as soon as he entered the door, "Are you hungry? Dinner is warm in the pot."
It's not easy for anyone in this day and age, so Song Xi didn't eat at someone else's house. On the way back, she took a delicious and hot shredded chicken from the cooked food section of the supermarket and ate half a catty of braised wings. Sharp, and ate a lot of melon seeds, it can be said that Song Xi never stopped talking on the way back.
But she was not willing to disappoint Zhou Yi, so she ate half a bowl of rice and drank half a bowl of mushroom, egg and shrimp skin soup. The combination of the fragrance of mushrooms and the freshness of shrimp skin was really delicious.
Zhou Yi is used to hard work and plain living. Although his life is better now, he is not extravagant and wasteful. He drank the rest of the mushroom, egg and shrimp skin soup, and his stomach was full.
Seeing this, Song Xi smiled helplessly. This person eats this kind of food every day, and he is not afraid of getting fat in middle age. He has a chubby belly, how greasy he looks like that!
In the last two days of the end of the year, Song Xi had nothing to do and didn't go anywhere, so he cooked delicious food at home, such as grilled mussels, grilled oysters, kebabs, spicy crayfish, and garlic crayfish.
Because there are fresh seafood in the supermarket, I also made authentic Buddha jumping over the wall, and made a king crab feast with super king crabs.
Song Xi used one of the five shelduck ducks obtained during winter hunting to stew old duck soup with sauerkraut, Chinese yam, wax gourd, kelp, radish and lotus root.
What Zhou Yi ate was satisfying.
Just eating and drinking like this, the day finally came to the New Year's Eve. Since Zhou Zhongguo and Zhou Yi's three brothers were going to have the New Year's Eve dinner, Song Xi and Zhou Yi started preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner after lunch.
As for the meat, Song Xi has marinated a lot of cooked food before, and it will be fine to serve it out. Song Xi ordered Zhou Yi to cut the mutton into a size suitable for the hot pot, marinate it with seasonings, and then taught Zhou Yi It is troublesome to make fish balls, but fortunately, two people do it together, which saves time and makes it easier.
The rural Chinese New Year croquettes are a tradition left by the ancestors. The croquettes are usually made into a round shape, which has the meaning of reunion. One is to draw a successful end to this year, and the other is to wish the next year's life. will be happy.
Song Xi also fried meatballs, fried a pot of meatballs, a pot of sweet potato glutinous rice balls, radish balls, and also took small crispy meat, sesame balls, pumpkin cakes, crispy bananas, chicken popcorn from the supermarket, these are semi-finished products , Take it out and fry it in the oil pan for a few minutes.
Song Xi was sitting by the stove frying, and Zhou Yi was helping and eating beside him. Song Xi looked at him and felt sorry for him. Maybe he has never had such a new year when he grows up!
No, it should be said that in this day and age, except for the people of the big family, even the people in the city can’t eat such a rich food during the New Year.
"Get some of everything later, fill a pot, and send it to Dad." Song Xi had no relationship with his father in modern times, and naturally he had no relationship with the Song family's father. Regarding the child's affairs, but if there is a need for help, she will help, so she likes a father like Zhou Zhongguo, so she will naturally treat Zhou Zhongguo as a father.
In the evening, all the ingredients and wine needed for the New Year's Eve dinner have been prepared, and they can start eating when those people come over. Zhou Ping and the three of them have to deal with the family first, and they won't be able to come for a while, so Song Xi uses a small basket She packed some potato cakes and potato **** to the village chief's house, but she didn't put meat in the potato balls, but carrots, white radishes, green onions, seaweed, and cabbage.
She sent potato cakes and potato **** to the village head's house with her own intentions, because it will be time to harvest potatoes in two or three months. The village has planted two acres, plus the sandy land she planted in the school. One acre, under the irrigation of Lingquan water, three acres of land can produce at least 30,000 catties of potatoes. If she is more diligent and waters it twice more, it is estimated that 50,000 catties will not be a problem.
If you sell so many potatoes directly, you won’t be able to get a good price. In order to get a good price, it’s not impossible to process them a little bit.
Song Xi came to the gate of Qian Weimin's house, saw that the gate was open, and walked a few steps inside suspiciously, and saw a **** who had never met sitting by the well, washing clothes in a depressed mood, from From the size of the clothes, they looked like children's clothes.
Hearing footsteps, the **** raised her head, saw Song Xi, and asked calmly, "Who are you looking for?"
"Hello, I'm looking for Aunt Zhuhua..." Before Song Xi could finish speaking, Wu Zhuhua came out from the main room, saw that it was Song Xi who came, warmly came to greet Song Xi, and dragged her into the room, "Little Xi, why are you here?"
"I made some potato pancakes and potato balls, and sent them to Aunt Zhuhua to taste them. If they are not good, please criticize them lightly!" Song Xi smiled shyly, and put the small bamboo basket in her hand Pass it to Wu Zhuhua.
"Xiaoxi, you... I don't even know how to say good things about you, but thank you!" Wu Zhuhua, who felt that Song Xiji was in her heart, was very moved. She took the small bamboo basket and put the potatoes in it. The pancakes and potato **** were put on his own plate, and then he shouted, "Xiaotao, your sister Song Xi has brought you delicious food, hurry up and take your two cousins out to eat."
Wu Zhuhua yelled, and then three girls ran out from the next room, one was Wu Zhuhua's granddaughter Qian Chuntao, and the other two older girls, Song Xi, had never seen each other, so they didn't know each other.
"Aunt Zhuhua, who are they?" Song Xi asked in a low voice standing beside Wu Zhuhua.
"They are the daughters of my niece, Da Ya and Er Ya. Da Ya is eleven years old and Er Ya is nine years old." Wu Zhuhua explained, "My daughter brought them back for the New Year."
It may be because the humble name is easy to support. Rural people in this era are very random in naming their children.
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