Era: The boss of the end of the world is reborn with material space

"Don't worry about the dumplings. I'll stew the rabbit first." Wang Ling came out in response, followed by Yang Lan.

"Donccao, come out too. Let the men make dumplings. You come out to light the fire. Wang Ling stews the rabbit, and I stew the chicken." Yang Lan glanced at Zhou Jun who was in a daze. What else didn't she understand?

He didn't dare order Zhou Jun to light a fire, for fear that this ancestor might get excited and overturn the basin again. He was not Luo Ya.

"Here I come!" Li Dongcao walked out happily.

"I'll go get some firewood." Zhou Jun sighed and walked out.

Luo Ya continued to make a fire while Wang Ling blanched the rabbit and chicken separately.

Then he and Yang Lan each took a pot and started to stew the food. Soon the aroma of meat filled the room, and the male educated youth who was making dumplings in the room couldn't help drooling.

"Pinch me, am I dreaming?" a male educated youth whispered to the person next to him.

"I have noodles in my hand, it would be a waste if I pinch you. If you don't believe me, I'll help you eat the meat later." The other male educated youth couldn't stop smiling and teased the male educated youth who spoke first.

"Believe it or not, I will bite you." The male educated youth who spoke first joked with a smile.

As the smell of meat became stronger and stronger, the male educated youth could no longer sit still and sped up their work to finish wrapping the dumplings.

The chicken had been served, and Wang Ling quickly added hot water to the pot. The male educated youth brought out the dumplings and put them in the pot to steam.

No matter how hard the educated youth tried, they couldn't eat all-white flour dumplings. The dumpling skin was made of half cornmeal, and the skin was a bit thick, so it couldn't be boiled at all, so it could only be steamed.

When the dumplings were out of the pot, Han Shengyang's eyes turned red as he looked at the two large pots full of meat and vegetables in front of him, and a plate of dumplings in front of each person.

No one was in a hurry to pick up their chopsticks. "It's New Year's Day. This is the first proper New Year we've celebrated in all these years since we came to Xiaoyushugou. Let's continue to work hard together next year and strive to eat dumplings made of all white flour." Han Shengyang couldn't help but shed tears at the end.

Although there are more vegetables and less meat, and the skin is thick and the fillings are little, this is hope. Life is not dark and gloomy, and there is still hope.

Then everyone thanked Zhou Jun for leading the team in catching rabbits.

"Why are you talking about this? Eat the meat, or the dishes will get cold soon." Zhou Jun felt a little embarrassed.

"Let's eat." Han Shengyang picked up a dumpling with a smile.

The meal brought tears to everyone's eyes.

In the evening, four girls were chatting together.

"Can we eat white flour dumplings next year?" Yang Lan is still savoring the taste of dumplings. This is the first time she has eaten dumplings after coming here four or five years.

"Yes, it will get better and better in the future." Luo Ya said firmly.

"Yes, everything will get better and better. Do you think we can go back to the city?" Yang Lan's eyes were a little moist.

"I don't care whether I can go back to the city or not. I just want my life to be a little more peaceful. I don't care whether I can eat meat or not. I just don't want to sell myself for meat." Wang Ling lay on the kang, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"I will be 26 after this year. I'm really afraid that I can't hold on any longer. I went to the countryside with a dream in my heart, but who could have imagined that the situation would be like this." Yang Lan burst into tears as she spoke.

Over the past six years, some people around me have returned to the city, but most of them have paid a heavy price. Those who married into the village may have a better life, but they will be buried here for the rest of their lives.

Yang Lan couldn't do such a thing as abandoning her husband and children in order to return to the city, but would persistence really be useful?

"You can't give up. I had already started looking for a goal, but I continued to persist because I saw you were still persisting. What's wrong with twenty-six? Look, Han Shengyang is thirty years old, isn't he still persisting?" Wang Ling sat up and looked at Yang Lan.

"Wang Ling is right. Look, we are eating meat and dumplings today. As long as we have faith in our hearts, our lives will get better and better." Luo Ya patted Yang Lan's shoulder gently.

In the end times, in such a harsh environment, I didn’t give up and struggled to survive. In the end, I made it through and found a new habitat.

Although I didn't arrive, I still welcomed a new life.

A place more suitable for life than the new habitat.

The weak complain about the environment, the strong adapt to it.

No matter what situation you are in, you must work hard to survive and create a better life for yourself.

"Yes, let's work hard." Yang Lan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

A new year brings new hope, and we usher in 1979.

The year 1979 was not as peaceful and prosperous as everyone imagined.

The county town became more and more chaotic. Luo Ya went there once and never went there again. She stayed quietly in Xiaoyushugou.

The spring sowing season has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Although Luo Ya is still unfamiliar with work, she is very strong.

For the educated youth at the educated youth points, the New Year’s Eve dinner is no longer as dull as it used to be.

Everything is going in a good direction.

It is worth mentioning that during the spring plowing period, I actually saw Wang Juaner.

"Why did Wang Juan go to the fields?" Wang Ling asked Li Dongcao in a low voice.

This girl is well-informed about gossip.

"Aunt Wang told me quietly that everyone now suspects that Wang Juan is having an affair with Yang Wancheng. Yang Wancheng has no son, and Taotao is Yang Wancheng's son. The one who is having an affair with Yang Wancheng is not Zhao Xiaomei at all." Li Dongcao said in a low voice.

In fact, this is not a secret at all. No one noticed it before, but if you think about it now, you can almost find some clues. Add to that deliberate speculation, and you are very close to the truth.

"No way? What does she want? Yang Sheng treats her so well, and Yang Wancheng is already 37 or 38 years old." Yang Lan was shocked.

"Who knows, maybe Yang Wancheng has some unique strengths." Luo Ya glanced at Wang Juan. If she hadn't seen that scene on the mountain, she would have never imagined that Wang Juan, who seemed gentle and refined in daily life, would be so dissolute.

"What about Taotao? Was he abused?" Wang Ling really didn't want to believe it.

"Not really. After all, they have loved her since she was young. They haven't found any evidence that Wang Juan is not doing her right, so they just aren't that nice to her." Li Dongcao said in a low voice.

"People still have to rely on themselves, don't think about relying on others. No matter when, it is more secure to earn a living with your own hands." Luo Ya waved the hoe in her hand.

The saying "wet snow means a good harvest" is not just talk. The crops are growing very well in the new year. The old people in the village say that this will be a year of bumper harvest.

The county town was becoming more and more chaotic. Zhou Jun could no longer sit still and wanted to go back, but was forcefully held down by Yang Shengli.

In the blink of an eye, it is time for autumn harvest, and the golden corn cobs make everyone happy.

But just when everyone was fully devoted to the work, Murakami's loudspeaker sounded, and a broadcast excited all the educated youth.