In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Song Hongguo was busy in the kitchen. The pheasants were not very big, so she simply chopped two of them. After cleaning them, she put them into a pot and stir-fried them over high heat. After the meat was slightly firm and no more moisture, she poured water and simmered it slowly.

The pine mushrooms have a strong smell and a special aroma, so she didn't add too many seasonings. She only used onion, ginger and white wine to remove the fishy smell. As the pot rolled and bubbled, the alluring aroma could no longer be concealed.

Ling Yuan sniffed and was the first to hold back and ran into the kitchen.

Song Hongguo was stirring the cornmeal with her hands, fearing that it would not form, so she grabbed two more handfuls of white flour and planned to eat it with pancakes later. The chicken, stewed mushrooms and pancakes would be complete.

It estimated that it had been stewing for half an hour. Song Hongguo opened the lid and began to stick pancakes around the edge of the pot. This job looked simple, but in fact it was a bit of a test of skill. If the pancakes were not pasted well, the pancakes would slip along the edge of the pot. If you go down, you won’t be able to eat the crispy noodles.

After pasting the pancake, she picked up a piece of chicken with her chopsticks, blew on it to make sure it wasn't too hot, and brought it to Ling Yuan's mouth, "Taste the saltiness, does it taste good..."

Ling Yuan chewed with squinted eyes, nodded and said vaguely, "Three times..."

At this time, Huo Minglou and Ling Zhi also came in. Ling Zhi was okay, but Huo Minglou had a look of expectation on his face, which meant that he also wanted to taste the saltiness and taste.

Song Hongguo couldn't help but smile, and gave him another piece. In the end, of course Ling Zhi would not be left behind. The three of them stood in the kitchen, each eating a piece, looking satisfied.

When it came out of the pot, it was filled with an enamel basin. Song Hongguo finally sprinkled a handful of coriander on it, which added color, flavor and flavor.

The four of them sat under the persimmon tree and ate happily.

The dumpling was spinning around the stone table, happily gnawing on the bones thrown to it by several people, and barking a few times from time to time.

After the meal, Song Hongguo went to the private plot to pick a few melons, each of whom broke off half a piece. She planted two varieties, one is croissant, which is long in shape, with green skin and slightly yellow flesh. It is moderately crispy and sweet, and there is also a white round shape with white flesh and a small bump on the head. It is called the sugar jar locally. It tastes just like its name. It is as sweet as eating white sugar. It is the most popular among the locals. I like it, but the yield doesn't seem to be as good as the horn honey.

At 07:30, four people went out on bicycles.

At this time, the people who worked in the fields had all finished their work and gone home to eat. Smoke was rising from every house. As we walked through the village, we heard various sounds coming from the yards on the roadside from time to time.

The sounds of children playing and adults scolding made me feel noisy. I only felt the full smoke and smoke of the world. Even the dilapidated adobe walls and the cracked doors with patent leather peeling off were all vivid, and those lush The ancient trees and bluestone slabs showing traces of time seem to have entered the painting, and they are also one of the scenery in the painting.

"Sweet potatoes and corn are being planted in the fields now, right?"

"Well, we haven't finished planting yet. We have to work on it for a few more days."

"Do we grow cotton and peanuts here?"

"There are seeds, but very little. Most of the land has to be reserved for sweet potatoes and corn, which are food rations. It will be fine if there are no other crops. If there is no shortage of those two, life will be really difficult."

"It won't work if there is less cotton, right? Otherwise, what should I wear to keep warm in winter?"

"Most people in the village use reeds. There is no other way. If there is extra land, soybeans must be planted first. The whole village will just squeeze the oil from the beans and eat them. Otherwise, they will not be able to buy oil all year round and the soup will be watery. , no one’s body can bear it.”

Huo Minglou and Song Hongguo chatted while walking. When they arrived at school, there was exactly 10 minutes before class started. Song Hongguo suggested, "There is a performance at the club tonight, how about you three go there to play?"

Huo Minglou first asked the two children for their opinions, "Do you want to go?"

Ling Zhi shook his head, "I still want to go to the bookstore."

After hearing this, Huo Minglou said to Song Hongguo, "Just listen to the child. When you don't have class, we can go see it together."

"Okay then..." Song Hongguo smiled and waved her hands. After the three of them left, she turned and entered the school auditorium.

Tonight is the last class.

She likes to have a beginning and an end when doing things, and she doesn't like things to end in an anticlimactic manner, so she made a lesson plan for tonight's class with great care, hoping to have a perfect ending.

But who knew that the cultural troupe would have a performance tonight, which would definitely affect the enthusiasm of female employees to attend class. In the words of the system, this was a competition to compete for traffic.

Before she came, she was mentally prepared to be deserted. Who would have thought that the seats would still be packed tonight.

Seeing this scene, Song Hongguo felt a little moved in her heart. The feeling of being recognized and trusted made her eyes swell emotionally. At first, she suggested taking classes, just doing it casually, not seeking fame or profit, just She wanted to be in her position, pursue her political goals, and receive that high salary with peace of mind, but in the end, she gained so much.

With fame and fortune, people's hearts have also grown.

How lucky!

In this night's class, she showed all her sincerity and devoted herself to the class. She truly became a teacher and wanted to convey all her knowledge to everyone in the class.

When class was over, she was still unsatisfied and even a little disappointed.

Until the applause sounded.

The warm applause lasted for a long time, which was the highest praise for her.

Song Hongguo woke up from a dream and bowed deeply to the audience to thank her.

When the crowd gradually dispersed, she didn't expect that there was still a surprise waiting for her. Director Qin from the Women's Federation came over with someone and introduced her with a smile, "Doctor Song, this Comrade Yao Kai is from the Propaganda Department of our factory. Reporter Yao, a special correspondent from the city and provincial newspapers, has been here a long time ago and just took a lot of photos in the audience."

Song Hongguo was so engrossed in what she was talking about just now that she really didn't realize it. Hearing this, she greeted politely, "Hello, Reporter Yao, I didn't know why you came here..."

Yao Kai was in his early twenties, wearing a pair of glasses. He looked very polite and upright. He had a strong bookish air about him. He smiled and said, "Excuse me, Doctor Song. I've heard that you gave the factory a long time ago." I wanted to do an interview with you about the free class for female employees, but I was busy with other things in the past two days and couldn't find time. Fortunately, I caught up with the last class. As expected, seeing is better than seeing. The promotion is even more exciting..."

Song Hongguo felt uncomfortable being praised, "Thank you for your praise. It's just your job. There's really nothing worthy of your interview..."

Yao Kai's tone was sincere and serious, "No, Dr. Song, you are too humble. I think this publicity and education activity you launched is very meaningful and even has a far-reaching impact. From a small perspective, it will benefit the lesbians in our factory." , from a big perspective, it can help female compatriots across the country, how can you say it is not worthy of an interview?"

Director Qin agreed with deep understanding, "Yes, yes, what reporter Yao said is so right. This is also the attitude of our Women's Federation and the labor union. Dr. Song, you have made great contributions to the health of our lesbians. Publicity Department If you don’t interview, who are you going to interview? This kind of character’s deeds are so worth publicizing, and everyone should be encouraged to learn from them.”

Song Hongguo, "..."