Reborn as an educated youth, my love brain awakens

Now that Ji Xincheng has grown up, she no longer takes things from the space in front of him, and she also pays attention when using the space.

Otherwise, things would appear and disappear from time to time. With Ji Xincheng's mouth, you could ask her a hundred thousand whys, but she still couldn't explain it clearly even if she drank all the water in the Red River.

Magic? A magical transformation?

Impossible, the skill cannot be activated.

If she had caught prey in the past, she would avoid her son and secretly put it into the space. But this time, Mr. Li was here, so she couldn't do that.

The appearance still needs to be done.

After listening to her explanation, Mr. Li drank water without saying anything.

As for Ji Xincheng's calm and fearless appearance, Ji Qinglan had taught him well in this aspect.

Seeing the loquats in the basket next to him, Mr. Li's old habit came back. He smiled and said, "These loquats are good. They can be used to make Chuanbei loquat paste."

Ji Qinglan also smiled: "That's exactly what I meant. I called here just to ask you to help me make it. I know nothing about this."

Feeling that he was useful again, Mr. Li became proud and glared at her unhappily: "I have taught you so many times, but you still can't learn it. Go back and give it to me. It happens that the Fritillaria cirrhosa you gave me last time is still there, so it's just right for me. But you still have to pick a few pounds of loquat leaves, platycodon, and mint..."

"Well, get another pound of maltose."

Mr. Li is very knowledgeable in the field he is good at.

Ji Qinglan nodded one by one and kept them in mind. When it came to maltose, she really didn't have any. The subsidies from the system were either White Rabbit or fruit candy, but that was easy to deal with.

"Aunt Niu makes maltose. I'll ask her to make a few kilograms."

Soon, a simple wooden chop was made.

"Old man, sit on it and I'll pull you back."

Mr. Li quickly shook his head: "No, my foot is almost healed, I can walk."

He just pressed himself for a while and it didn't hurt as much as before. He was able to force himself to walk down the mountain.

"You look down on me, watch me." Ji Qinglan said, dragging the wild boar directly onto the log. Old Master Li looked at him, speechless.

Ji Yatou was the strongest girl he had ever seen.

It’s true that people cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured!

Old Master Li was unwilling. Ji Qinglan had to drag a wild boar weighing three or four hundred kilograms and take care of a child. He couldn't cause trouble for her.

Ji Qinglan carried Mr. Li onto the raft without saying a word. The skinny old man was so light that he felt like he weighed nothing when he was carried in his arms.

The wooden plank was made big enough to hold a wild boar, with still some space on the side. Two backpacks were tied on it, and Mr. Li was placed on the backpacks to lean against them, so that he would feel more comfortable. As for Ji Xincheng, he was carried directly on her back.

Xiao Hei jumped onto the wooden board. Ji Qinglan shouted and the wooden board started moving.

Mr. Li was riding on a roller coaster, which was so bumpy that his head was dizzy. He had to hold on to the backpack tightly with both hands.

After leaving the forest, the sun had already set. Before reaching the cowshed, I ran into Han Yuanjun, who was looking for Mr. Li.

When Han Yuanjun saw them, he was startled and hurried over to meet them.

"What's wrong? Grandpa Li, are you injured?"

"I'm fine, I just sprained my ankle, all thanks to girl Ji." Old Master Li explained with his hands, his face slightly red.

Han Yuanjun was relieved, only to see that the wild boar was frightened. He asked in disbelief: "Did you kill this?"

Normally he only dared to hunt pheasants and rabbits when he went up the mountain, so when he encountered such a big wild boar, he had no choice but to run away.

"It was Ji girl who beat him up. She's very powerful." Old Master Li explained. He didn't dare to take credit for it because he was the one who was being chased away.

Facing Han Yuanjun's shocked gaze, Ji Qinglan acted Versailles for a moment.

"I only know some fancy moves, sorry to make fun of you."

Han Yuanjun: Ha!

Showing off your skills and killing a wild boar? I feel like you are implying something to me.

Seeing that Ji Qinglan was tired, Han Yuanjun hurriedly took the vine and put it on his back.

"I'll pull it."

I pulled it, but it didn't move.

I pulled harder, but it still didn't move.

Han Yuanjun's square face turned red. He is dead. Let's dig a hole and bury him where he is!

Ji Qinglan took it and said, "I'll do it."

However, Han Yuanjun carried Mr. Li on his back and followed her, and soon they returned to the cowshed.

At this time, several elderly people in the cowshed were preparing dinner. When they saw Ji Qinglan and others dragging things over, they were all surprised.

They were all circling around the huge thing in the middle. Professor Cui pulled hard, but the wooden axe didn't move at all.

Han Yuanjun straightened his back immediately. It turned out that he was not the only one who couldn't pull the rope. It turned out that he was not the only one who couldn't pull the rope.

He couldn't help but praise: "Ji girl is amazing!"

You have to know that Professor Cui has been to the battlefield and carried a wooden cannon. He is recognized as the strongest man in the team, but he couldn't pull this thing.

It seems that I am really old.

Ji Qinglan took the wet towel handed to her by Professor Luo and wiped her face, smiling shyly.

"Let's divide the wild boar! It was Mr. Li who found the wild boar, and I just contributed a little bit of effort."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Mr. Li objected with a red face: "No, this is what you shot, it should be yours, why are you giving it to us?"

"I can't finish it by myself. Do you want me to hand it over to the collective? I don't want to." Ji Qinglan also retorted. Those people in the village might not remember her kindness even if they got the benefits.

The typical person who eats with the bowl in his hand and curses when he puts the bowl down.

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.

"Besides, I can't finish such a big wild boar. If I leave it alone, it will go bad. What should I do?"

In the end, it was Han Yuanjun who stepped forward and suggested that they secretly sell part of the pork and divide the rest among them.

Ji Qinglan nodded naturally, she didn't care about these.

There is a mountain of meat in her space, which is taken out twice a month. She has no shortage of food. The elderly people in the cowshed are taken care of by Han Yuanjun, and their lives are better now.

Everyone was very nice to her. Grandpa Li taught her pharmacology, Professor Cui made a bench for her, and he also made a bamboo backpack for Ji Xincheng so that she could sit in it and carry it on her back without feeling hot at all.

Soon, several people became busy. Professor Han went to boil water, and she and Han Yuanjun were the main force, scraping the skin and removing the hair, and cutting the pork one by one. The careful Professor Luo led Professor Xiang and Professor Cui to clean up all the traces along the way.

Excluding the pig's head and internal organs, there were still about 200 kilograms of pork left. Ji Qinglan only kept 20 kilograms of pork and 10 kilograms of ribs. He also kept 50 kilograms of pork fat and two pig's feet in the cowshed.

Han Yuanjun carried the rest to the town’s black market to sell, and the proceeds were given to Ji Qinglan.

Professor Luo led Professor Xiang to the kitchen, heated up the pot to refine the oil, cut the washed pork into small pieces of palm length and put them into the pan to fry.

Nowadays, the weather is hot. If farmers want to preserve fresh pork, they will use this method: boil the pork and lard together, and finally store them together in an oil tank, so that the lard covers the meat. In this way, the meat can be preserved for a long time without spoiling or getting moldy. When you want to eat it, just dig out a piece.

Ji Qinglan also took her son home. She left the loquats she picked in the cowshed and asked Mr. Li to help her make loquat paste. On the way back, she picked a few handfuls of loquat leaves. She would bring over what was needed tomorrow.

The night was as cool as water, and lights were lit up in the dark village. Ji Qinglan was walking on the road holding her son, listening to the chirping of insects and frogs in the fields. Ji Xincheng had fallen asleep holding her neck.