Every time I wear it quickly, there are always big guys giving it away.

There are so many dried bamboo shoots that I’ll have to eat them until next year!

Chen Jia sent a large bag of dried bamboo shoots to her parents and kept some for the school.

The rest can be regarded as a return to fans for their long-term support.

One hundred fans will be randomly selected to receive Daqing Village’s homemade unique flavor dried bamboo shoots.

Fans participated enthusiastically, rubbing their hands excitedly in the hope of winning prizes.

"Okay, the selection of one hundred fans has been completed, and we will pack and ship them as soon as possible. I hope the fans will wait patiently and don't complain about our slow speed!" Chen Jia emphasized with a smile.

After all, they don’t have enough manpower, and transportation in Daqing Village is inconvenient.

Of course, the fans who were drawn in the lottery will not be able to get the dried bamboo shoots so quickly.

Chen Jia also emphasized this point in the live broadcast room, but fans don’t care.

……

"Sister Jiajia, why are you so obsessed with the stove lately!" Apart from school and making videos, Sister Jiajia often stays in the kitchen, learning how to use the stove from Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang is the principal’s wife, and she’s an excellent fire-making expert!

They can often use the least amount of firewood to cook a day's meals, taking thriftiness to the extreme.

"My fans wanted to see me make fire, and since I had nothing to do, I came here to learn from them!"

Chen Jia sat by the stove, occasionally reaching in with a wooden stick to fiddle with the firewood in the stove, adjusting the temperature to match Aunt Wang's requirements.

Aunt Wang neatly sprinkled a circle of rapeseed oil in, waited for the oil to heat up, added onions, ginger and garlic, and stir-fried until fragrant.

Then put the sliced ​​meat in and stir-fry until cooked, then add the chopped red pepper that is not spicy, and pour the chopped potatoes on the chopping board into the pot.

Add appropriate amount of boiling water, cover the pot and simmer until cooked.

"Jia Jia's fire-making skills are much better than your principal Wang's. It's much easier for me to cook, and the heat is just right!"

Aunt Wang lifted a corner of her apron, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and praised Chen Jia highly.

"I've only learned a little about fire-making, you're exaggerating!" Chen Jia couldn't stand it anymore, so she reached in with a wooden stick and poked it a few more times, bringing out a black thing.

"Roasted sweet potatoes!" Song Xiaoyu's eyes lit up. She took the sweet potatoes through the corner of her clothes without caring about the heat.

When you peel off the black skin of the sweet potato, the orange-yellow sweetness is revealed, and a rich aroma wafts out.

Song Xiaoyu sniffed it hard and exclaimed, "Wow, this smells so good! I'm in for a treat!"

Aunt Wang looked at her eating and teased her, "Jia Jia just dotes on you too much! A few days ago, you kept saying you wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes, and after she learned how to make a fire, the first thing she did was roast sweet potatoes. You two sisters have such a great relationship, so great..."

"I am Jiajia's half-sister. It's only natural that sisters have a good relationship!"

Song Xiaoyu raised his head proudly, took a bite of the roasted sweet potato, and looked extremely satisfied.

When the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, students also had their spring break early.

The only two teachers in the school assigned learning tasks to these children every day to ensure that they had arrangements at home.

These children are eager to get out of the mountains and are very enthusiastic about learning. Chen Jia and Song Xiaoyu are quite pleased.

Before the mountain was closed due to heavy snow, Chen Jia and Song Xiaoyu visited every household, gained a detailed understanding of each child's recent condition, and recorded them one by one.

There were only one or two text messages from Zhao Zhou occasionally.

Chen Jia would reply when she saw it, but the two of them were never online at the same time.

What made Chen Jia most satisfied was that in order to repay them for saving his life, he specially transported a large printer and a truckload of printing paper of various sizes, which were very useful.

Solved a lot of problems!

This time the heavy snow closed the mountain early, and Chen Jia and Song Xiaoyu were trapped in the mountain before they could return home.

Fortunately, I brought a few warm down jackets to the dormitory, otherwise I might not have been able to hold on!

Aunt Wang made them a thick quilt out of cotton. When they slept at night, they covered themselves with it and it was so heavy that they couldn't breathe.

After sleeping for four or five days, I gradually got used to it.

It's quite warm.

There was enough food in the warehouse, so even when they were trapped by the heavy snow, the four of them could relax and enjoy the view of the snow-covered world.

"The snow scene in the mountains is so beautiful!" A fan murmured while staring at the live broadcast page.

"I saw such beautiful snow scenes when I was a child, but now I can hardly see them anymore. I miss them so much..."

"As a person who lives in a city where it's spring all year round, I have never seen real snow since I was a child. I really want to see such a beautiful snow scene in person!"

"Haha, it's really beautiful, but it's also really cold!"

"Didn't you see that the host and Teacher Song both wore big flowered jackets? This is our specialty!"

"Hahaha, you know what, she really has that village girl vibe..."

“Agree plus one”

"Although such days are hard, my heart must be very peaceful—"

The fan watched the anchor playfully leaving a series of footprints in the snow and another teacher making a snowman with great interest, and his heart was filled with infinite yearning.

I really want to go and have a look!

"I won't tell you who is envious!"

"Host, enough is enough! Go inside quickly, or you'll catch a cold again!" A senior fan noticed that the host's fingertips were red from the cold and quickly spoke out to remind him.

"Yeah, anchor, don't play around!"

"You two should go in quickly. It's freezing cold, be careful not to catch a cold!"

……

Chen Jia was not satisfied, but she listened to the advice and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you." She called Song Xiaoyu into the house.

Chen Jia pushed open the wooden window, and the two of them sat under the window, enjoying the snow and chatting.

Song Xiaoyu posted to her Moments, put down her phone contentedly, and started knitting a sweater.

When she was a child, she sat next to her mother and knitted sweaters quietly.

Now she watched the sweater taking shape in her hands bit by bit, and the feeling of satisfaction was indescribable.

"Teacher Song is knitting faster and faster!"

"It looks like our anchor will be able to wear warm sweaters soon, that's great!"

"The clumsy people are so envious that they are crying!"

"Haha, what are you hinting at upstairs?"

"Haha, I know that too, but I won't tell you."

Old fans who have been in the live broadcast room for a long time know that Chen Jia’s handicraft skills are very poor, and she makes more than half of the mistakes when knitting a sweater.

Often, Chen Jia would finish knitting one end, and Song Xiaoyu would untie the other end, and tell her which stitches she had made were wrong or wrong.

Chen Jiazhi had a headache and soon gave up.

Song Xiaoyu rolled up the wool that was thrown aside and started knitting.

Chen Jia picked up a book and explained it to her fans.

Song Xiaoyu listened while weaving, and occasionally answered a few small questions from Chen Jia.

Boiling tea around the fire is a very elegant thing, but they don't have the conditions for that.

Chen Jia bought a convenient kettle and picked up some homemade tea from a clay pot sent by the villagers and put it in a cup.

She didn't know the order of making tea and just did it as she pleased.

Slowly pour in boiling water, the color of the tea soup is clear and rich, and the tea fragrance is overflowing.

Chen Jia particularly liked the bitter taste with a hint of sweetness and drank the tea slowly.

Song Xiaoyu didn't like such hot tea, so she let it cool down to lukewarm before taking a sip.

The sweater was finished, the snowy days were over, and spring break was halfway over.

Song Xiaoyu spent the rest of her vacation in the old house, accompanied by past memories. Occasionally, she would visit relatives and friends whom she missed very much, but she was still a little too busy.

Chen Jia returned home and attended her brother's wedding.

As the master of ceremonies at the wedding, she couldn't help but choke up when she watched the newlyweds exchange rings.

Chen Jian is about to enter the next crossroads in his life.

From then on, he was not only a son and a younger brother, but also a husband and a father.

This feeling of my younger brother suddenly growing up was particularly obvious at this moment.

She has nothing but blessings from the bottom of her heart!

My sincere wish is that marriage is not a siege that traps them, but a safe haven for them to walk hand in hand and the starting point of happiness.