Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

Accountant Zhang's room was very lively, and there were people queuing up to write pairs. After waiting for almost an hour, it was Yang Mo's turn.

Yang Mo put the pine nuts on the box on one side, and then stepped forward to help support the red paper, and cut it into a suitable size with a thin thread. Accountant Zhang took a pen and dipped it in ink, and it was done in one go.

"Smooth sailing and good year after year; everything goes well with backgammon."

Then wrote three more, Yang Mo thanked and took the pair out.

The next day, it was New Year's Eve.

Yang Mo got up and had breakfast, first boiled rice dumplings with rough noodles, and then started pasting the rice dumplings and pasting the windows.

After working for a long time, after posting everything, I turned around and went to eat.

She made a large pot of sauced pork with wild boar. She originally wanted to make braised pork, but she didn't have enough sugar, so she made it into sauced pork. She had already decided that she had to go to the county to buy some necessities after the year.

She also cooks this sauced meat in a very authentic way. First, let out the oil that is not fat in the wild pork, then add the prepared sauce and cook it, and finally let it cool before spreading the meat juice. The process is very cumbersome.

After it was ready, Yang Mo took a sip first, um, authentic.She squinted her eyes and chewed slowly, the taste was absolutely amazing.

First, I took a piece of oiled paper and went to the front yard. It happened that Dongmei was posting pairs in the yard. Her family had chicken coops and warehouses, and there were more pairs.

Seeing Yang Mo, Dongmei smiled and said, "Why are you here, have you cleaned up?"

"Well, mine is simple and easy to do."

Yang Mo said and handed the sauced meat over. "I made it, add a dish for Chinese New Year."

Dongmei wondered: "What?"

"Sauce meat, my secret recipe, try it."

Dongmei didn't have the guts to ask for it, so she quickly waved her hand: "That won't work, take it back and eat it yourself."

"Oh, I've made a lot, and this is specially for you." He said and put it on the lid of a large tank aside.

At this time, Aunt Li also came out. Dongmei said that Yang Mo was here to deliver food, so she looked at Yang Mo and said, "Little Mo, come to your house to celebrate the New Year. You are bored by yourself. Let's have fun together."

"No, I'll go to Old Uncle Feng, Aunt Feng called me." Yang Mo replied with a smile.

"Go to those two old guys, that's okay, there are a lot of good things in his house, Xiaomo, you should eat more, wait a minute, I'll bring you some rare goods." After saying that, he turned his head and entered the house.

Yang Mo had no chance to stop him.

Aunt Li came out with a piece of tofu in her hand. It was not big enough to stir-fry a plate, but it was not easy to eat tofu in this day and age.

Now that the population is so large that we can’t even supply oil, which production team is willing to make tofu, it must be the team leader who got it and sent it over.

Yang Mo didn't want to accept it, and Aunt Li's family wouldn't have many, but what Aunt Li said, you can't accept it.

"I hate how little my aunt gave? Don't worry, I must have left a copy for the family. Take this and tell those two old guys that I gave it to you."

Yang Mo had no choice but to take it back.

When you get home, put the tofu on your own plate first, and send the plate back.

Then she took the back basket, put the casserole into the back basket, cut the sauced pork and pork head in half, and stuffed another five catties of flour.

Then he carried the basket on his back and went to Feng's house with the tofu.

Old Uncle Feng is already able to do some work in the field, but Aunt Feng is afraid that he will stretch his wounds, so she won't let him participate.

When Yang Mo entered the yard, Aunt Feng was holding a pair and preaching to Old Uncle Feng.

"Go to the side and stay there. I don't need your help. You can do it after you get well. Don't expect me to serve you if you touch the wound."

Old Uncle Feng didn't respond either, holding the ladder in one hand and a broom in the other, about to climb up.It seems that they want to wipe the rice on the horizontal batch of the pair.

Yang Mo quickly walked a few steps, put down his back basket, and said loudly, "Uncle, I'll come."

Put the tofu on the lid of the back basket and run over.

Now old Uncle Feng's legs can't move a lot, otherwise the scabs may fall off, and the infection will be troublesome.

Seeing Yang Mo, Old Uncle Feng didn't leave any traces of ink, turned around and handed the broom to her, and asked by the way, "Are you done with your work?"

Holding the broom head, Yang Mo replied while climbing the ladder: "It's all over, Uncle, didn't I tell you, why don't you wait for me when you wait for me to come over?"

"Do what you can do first, and you can be lighter."

Yang Mo was very efficient at his work, so he pasted the horizontal batch in two or three strokes.

After getting off the ladder and pasting the places that were not pasted, there is nothing to do, and the rest is to make a delicious meal.

After entering the room, Yang Mo said that Aunt Li gave the tofu, and Aunt Feng took up the conversation: "Didn't she tell you to eat more?"

Yang Mo smiled: "I told you, there are a lot of good things in my aunt's house, so let me eat more."

"I knew that the old woman didn't like anyone, she had high eyes. You caught her eye, so she told you, maybe you were afraid that you would be embarrassed to eat."

Yang Mo nodded: "Well, Aunt Li usually takes good care of me. Besides, I wouldn't be embarrassed."

While talking, Yang Mo opened the lid of the back basket.

Seeing Yang Mo taking things out of the back basket in the same way, the two old people are helpless, let you come to celebrate the New Year, why do you bring so many things.

They really don't lack anything, the old man saves a lot of hunting meat every year, and the son sends back things as much as possible, just like Aunt Li said, his family has a lot of good things.

It was also Yang Mo who learned to run mountains with their family when he was a child. After a long time, he treated him like his own child. I really didn't want her to bring things over. It was difficult to support the family alone.

Yang Mo didn't think there was anything wrong, he just opened it up and let himself eat, how much he could eat.She is not a bad person, she can do good to her if she is nice to her, gossiping, damn it, do you think she cares?

"Uncle, I'll show you my skills later. Now that you have learned how to cook, you always give evaluations." Yang Mo said.

"Okay, then I'll give it a try. If you don't understand it, I will worry about you. You said that you are good at everything up and down the mountain, and you can't improve how to cook."

"Auntie, look at what my uncle said, it's too embarrassing."

Aunt Feng: "That's right, don't talk to him, we don't take him when we talk."

Yang Mo and Aunt Feng laughed together.

After digging out the things, Yang Mo pointed to the flour and said, "This is what I changed in the mining area last time. It's a special one. I'll make dumplings for it."

Aunt Feng opened her pocket and took a look, good guy, this face is really white and has a fragrance.

"You said you should keep it. You can eat the good noodles slowly. Besides, it took so much to make dumplings. I will take the rest back." Aunt Feng complained.

"Auntie, I still have some at home. Wait for the rest of you, the old couple, to cook and eat. I'm making my debut, and it will be easy to deal with in the future."

Yang Mo's tone and demeanor were all trivial, which made the old couple want to laugh.

Then take out the pork head meat, it looks crystal clear, and it has a fragrance when you take it out.

Yang Mo said: "This is for you to drink, but your injury is not healed yet, so let's relieve your hunger first."

Old Uncle Feng sniffled and asked, "You made this? It smells good."

"That's right, it tastes better when you eat it." Yang Mo said proudly.

Followed by a small pot of sauced meat, the color is dark red, and the appetite is greatly increased just by looking at it.

Old Uncle Feng couldn't help but pursed his lips twice, and said: "It seems that you have really grown up, this is delicious."

Yang Mo smiled and said, this is where it is, you just wait, I will make a good job for you.

With that said, he took out the casserole.

"Hey, I came here with a fellow, this pot is good, and the food tastes good." Old Uncle Feng sighed.

"How old are you old guy, and you're still addicted to it." Aunt Feng laughed at him.

"No matter how old you are, you have to eat. Besides, it's Mo girl's wish. I have to show respect." Then he turned to Yang Mo and asked, "You say yes, Mo girl."

Yang Mo smiled: "Yes, yes, you must give me this face."