Quick Transmigration: The Harvest God, I'm Very Busy

Chapter 93 The Female General in the 70s (99)

A few old men are really hungry, with their hearts sticking to their backs. They have something to eat and smell the fragrance, so they are not polite. The last time Old Yan's son came over, he shared a lot of food with them. Otherwise, someone really appreciates it If you don't stop, you will lose your life.

How many years will they not die?

Human life is worthless.It's not a starvation ghost to die after eating enough.

A few old men sat on the field stalks and bit the beef jerky, as if they were eating the most precious thing in the world.

Qinghun looked sad.

Of these people, which one has not made great contributions to the country?
Fortunately, she brought several hundred kilograms of food stamps with her.We have to find ways to improve the lives of these people, but we can't really let them starve to death.

She can't save everyone, but at least she can find a way to save these people in her eyes.

After these people finished eating, Qinghun poured water into the bowl he brought with him using his military kettle. The kettle was filled with spring water in the space, and let each of the old men take a few sips, in order not to make people feel the taste. No, she also mixed some sugar in it.

His uncle also lost his shovel, sat down on a field stalk, took out a pack of Daqianmen, and distributed one to each of them: "Girls respect my uncle, so follow me to get rich."

"Hey, this is Daqianmen. I've been thinking about it for so many years. You are so lucky, Old Yan!" In fact, a tall old man caressed and stroked the cigarette in his hand before touching Yan Qitai's hand. I lit the fire in the gun, took a deep breath, and sighed, "Just take this cigarette, even if I die today, it's worth it. Before every time I go to the battlefield, I always keep a cigarette in my pocket, I just thought, if I take a breath before I die, then this life will be worth living."

Old man Tan, who was the first to pick up the beef jerky, now had the strength to speak, and smiled at the old man who spoke: "Old man Sun, that's all you can do. You can go to heaven with just one cigarette. Did you see that, old man?" There is a whole pack in Yan’s place, just save your life and smoke him two more. If you die, won’t it be all for us? You can only smoke a few more if you’re alive, right?”

Old Man Sun laughed and said, "Old Tan, I'm not talking about you, but you are usually sluggish and sour in your words, but now you are more optimistic. Isn't this something you can say?"

Old Man Tan waved his hand: "I have figured it out a long time ago. If this person dies, he is really dead. I have to live, and only by living can I have hope. I have to live to be a hundred years old and watch this country get better and better. Only then can I close my eyes. Otherwise... I won't be willing to do it."

The few old men who were smiling and smoking were silent.

Yes, who is willing?
No matter what happened to the country they had dedicated everything to, they hoped to see the country get better.

You can only see it if you are alive.

What have they suffered?
They can bear this bit of suffering.

When Yan Qitai saw it, he smiled and said, "It's the greatest blessing that we are all alive. My daughter brought a lot of food here this time, so don't go back tonight. Come to my place and let's have some wine tonight. Good wine. Enough to keep you entertained."

When the old men heard that there was wine, they didn't feel sad anymore, and they ate something, as if they were really energetic. After getting up, they took the shovel and continued to work: "Success, I will wait for your good wine tonight." Stomach. Let's finish digging this piece of land early, and go back to drink your good wine early."

On the way, Qinghun went back and filled them with a pot of boiled spring water for them to drink again.

When the sun went down and the ground was almost turned over, Qinghun hurried back: "Uncle, I'll go back and make dinner, you guys come back earlier."

Because of the help of Qinghun, a strong laborer, the work was completed at least an hour earlier than usual today.

Uncle Yan said: "Come back, cook more rice at night, and ask them to taste the rice from our hometown."

After returning home, Qinghun cooked a large pot of rice. Ten large meat buns were steamed in the rice pot, and he put them on the kang to warm before starting to cook.

She brought ten cabbages with her when she came, and she only cooked half of them at noon. Thinking of the crowd, she washed another vegetable and cooked it with bacon vermicelli. She also braised a large pot of roe deer meat, but there was no room. To put it in, I sighed and found a porcelain basin from the space to put it in. Fortunately, there was something in the bamboo basket, and the uncle and aunt didn't take it with me to take a closer look at noon.

Then she cooked potatoes and roasted pork, and fried a plate of peanuts as a side dish. After cooking, she put water in the pot and stewed mushroom and chicken soup.

When Uncle Yan and Auntie came back, except for the chicken soup that was still simmering in the pot, everything else was ready, the table was set up, and the dishes were served on the table. They saw a few old men carrying stools and bowls and chopsticks into the yard together. .

I could smell the aroma from a long distance away, and when I entered the house, the table and dishes were all set up, just waiting for the guests to come.

Wang Heng greeted with a smile: "Come in quickly, keep the stove burning, it's warm. These dishes are all made by my daughter. I tasted them. The craftsmanship is very good. Let's make a return to the Yaji Festival."

When others sat down, Qinghun brought out two bottles of Maotai liquor.

When the old men saw it, they were all happy: "Lao Yan really didn't speak vernacular this time, oh, Moutai, this is really good wine. Even when we were not released before, it was not easy to get a bottle of Moutai. Hurry up! Come on, girl, pour it for the grandpas. Let's taste it first."

As soon as the bottle was opened, several old men sniffed: "It smells good, it's a good wine."

The aroma of this wine is indeed intoxicating.Famous wines handed down from generation to generation are by no means in vain.

Qinghun secretly opened a bottle and drank it, and had to admit that it was not inferior to the best royal wine in her previous generation's womb.

Of course, compared with the wine she brewed from the grain, fruit and spring water produced in space, it was still a bit inferior.

A few old men took a sip of their wine and were intoxicated for a while before picking up their chopsticks to eat.

"Oh, the little girl is good at cooking. This roe deer meat is so good, I haven't eaten it for many years."

"The scrambled eggs are also good, tender."

"I think fried peanuts are the best, crispy and fragrant! They are shiny and not burnt. My favorite thing in the past was fried peanuts to go with wine. With this, I can think of nothing else."

Several old men were drinking and chatting, all with smiles on their faces, as if the hardships in life no longer existed at this moment.

In the light, the majestic, gentle, difficult, wrinkled and wrinkled by the years, all seem to be covered with soft light at this moment.

There is vitality and hope in the eyes that belong to life.

Seeing the old men talking and laughing loudly or in a low voice, Wang Heng couldn't help but get wet.

Qinghun ate with Wang Heng in the inner room, and sat on the Kang to chat.

"Auntie, life will always be good. In a few years... as long as these people can persist, they will be able to see the glory. My brothers and I are waiting for you and uncle to come home."

"Return, we will definitely go back. At our hometown, your uncle and I have to offer incense and kowtow to your grandma. Your uncle will leave it to me, and I promise to take good care of your uncle. You come to see him Come back, look at his whole body is full of energy. This man, what he lives is that breath, if he doesn't let his breath out, he can live."

"That's right, after the little brother went back, the aunt's spirit has improved, and now she is angry, and she is chasing the little brother to beat her, so she has no strength to run."

Wang Heng couldn't help laughing when he said it: "Your little brother can kill Xiao Tao when he beats Xiao Tao, but he hasn't made any progress in these years. Let your aunt scold him well, and beat him if he doesn't listen."

Poor little brother, is this my real mother?
(End of this chapter)