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

Chapter 33 Drinking Tea and Chatting
The host is not motivated, and the system is helpless, "How can you be satisfied with the status quo and not make progress?"

Song Hongguo took it for granted, "Because the current situation is already very good."

I lived a new life, and only spent 200 yuan to live in the big house I dreamed of in my previous life. I can live an ideal pastoral life of growing flowers in the front yard and vegetables in the backyard. I don’t even need to find a man, and I have two beautiful and smart sons. Could there be a better status quo than this?If she is not satisfied, she will be struck by lightning?

The system refused to give up, "...you have to have higher pursuits, you have to have the courage to jump out of the comfort zone, there are more beautiful things outside the comfort zone that you can't imagine."

"Maybe it's a bloody head." Song Hongguo boasts that she is sober in the world and is not bewitched by it. She is not a newcomer to the workplace, and she just rushes up without hesitation, "I think Xiaofu will be safe." Just right, too ambitious, too high, easy to fall, your thinking is very dangerous."

Didn't she curl up too much in her previous life, exhausting herself to death?

"..." What should I do if I don't agree with the host's three views?
"By the way, why did you trick me into enabling the comment function?" Song Hongguo thought a little too much for a while, "Isn't it because you want to dig something for me?"

"Stop conspiracy theories." The system yelled at her angrily, "I simply think that's better for you, it will help increase your popularity, and help you get out of the circle faster."

Song Hongguo was silent for a while, and then said desolately, "No matter how hot I am, I can't reach that world."

"Enough!"

"Ok?"

The system refused to say any more, "I don't want you to be ambitious to conquer the stars and the sea, anyway, just don't be too complacent about the status quo."

Song Hongguo thought about it, could she wear it back again?
……

It took more than two hours to tidy up the three main rooms. Song Hongguo was so tired that he didn't exercise at ordinary times, and his back hurts easily when he did a little work. At this moment, Zhao Zhenhua had already cleaned the ashes of the east and west bungalows. After sweeping everything up, Zhao Baoqing was originally weeding in the backyard, but when he saw that he was free, he urged him to take over the work he was doing and went out to the brigade to get the kang mats.

Qiao Yonghui took a lot of work to wipe the roof. At this moment, just after cleaning out the Xipingwu, Song Hongguo and the two little guys sat on the steps of the front building to rest for a while, then got up and took out the aluminum pot from the sack to boil water.

There are three small rooms in Xipingwu, and the kitchen is in the middle. The local people call it the dining room. Moreover, the wall that enters and exits is only halfway open, like a fence, which is convenient for the smoke from the fire to disperse, and it is also for brighter light. There is an earthen stove inside, and the stove top is very wide, which can hold a lot of things. In addition, there is a water tank and a table. The height and length of the table are compared with the half wall, and they are placed together. Just place the cutting board on top.

The small rooms on both sides were empty, but Song Hongguo could tell that one was used as a dining room and the other was a washing place, because a gutter was dug on the ground to facilitate the drainage of sewage.

There was a small pile of cut branches and half a box of matches in the dining room. Song Hongguo clumsily struck one, lit the fire with a corn husk leaf, and slowly stuffed the branches into the stove, with that cautious posture, She was even more nervous than the first time she was on the operating table.

"Or, I'll come."

"Ah? That's fine..."

Song Hongguo resolutely gave up the seat to Ling Zhi. Seeing that he deftly picked up the stuffed branches, after a few breaths, the flames shot up, and he knew he was a proficient hand at a glance.

The aluminum pot is only half filled with water, so it will boil faster this way. Qiao Yonghui brought the water from the well in the backyard. He helped fill the water tank, and a gourd ladle floated on the water.

After a while, the water boiled. Song Hongguo took out several enamel jars, squeezed some tea leaves into them, and as soon as the boiling water was flushed, the aroma of jasmine rose all over the room.

Song Hongguo called Zhao Zhenhua and Qiao Yonghui to drink tea, but Qiao Yonghui didn't respond and was busy working in Dongping House. Zhao Zhenhua came happily as soon as he called, smelling the fragrance of tea, his eyes lit up, "Your cousin is too kind. "

"Cousin can drink as much as he likes."

"I like it, I definitely like it." Zhao Zhenhua spoke convincingly, holding the enamel mug, blowing on it, taking a sip slowly, squinting his eyes intoxicated, "Good tea!"

"..."

The tea in the grain and oil store is really not good tea, but these days, let alone the village, not everyone can drink tea, even the workers in the city. Tea also needs a ticket, and it’s not distributed every month, so No matter how ordinary tea is, it becomes precious.

"When is my cousin going to live in?" Zhao Zhenhua chatted with her while drinking tea.

"Tomorrow."

"Well, blow the wind all night, and then smoke it with wormwood, and you can live in it tomorrow. By the way, tomorrow is the Xiguan Daji. If you need something, go there to buy it. It's cheap and you don't need a ticket. It's the aluminum factory. Workers also like to go shopping, and it is very lively from early morning to noon."

"Really? An episode every few days?"

"It used to be an episode every five days, but now it's every [-]th, [-]th, and [-]th episode of every month."

The current policy does not support individual business activities, but it allows buying and selling in the name of collectives. The appearance of the market not only facilitates the members of the entire commune, but also gives each brigade the opportunity to generate income. Zhao Zhenhua knew everything about it after she deliberately inquired about it. In other words, he picked up all the sideline businesses in each village.

For example, some brigades can make tofu and vermicelli, some brigades can bake simple stoneware, and some brigades have specially opened up a piece of land to grow vegetables and sell them to workers in aluminum factories, while their tomato brigade sells reeds. Woven Kang mats and curtains.

"Aren't there any sellers of baskets and baskets?"

"Yes, those things are worthless. Many people can weave them. They use willow sticks and sell them at the market. How can the villagers buy them? They are all sold to workers. Only the scorpion is more particular. That work is really good. It needs some skills, there are only a few people in our team who are capable, if you want to use it, I will lead you to change it later."

"Okay..." To buy something with someone, you can't say buy, you have to talk, Song Hongguo smiled, and asked again, "Is there anyone who sells furniture?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhenhua glanced out, lowered his voice and said, "There is a carpenter in the Dongguan brigade, who also takes jobs in private, and the money he asks for is quite a lot..."

He paused, then continued, "If you don't care about that, ahem, you can also find Yonghui. He has learned from Uncle Cheng. Uncle Cheng has praised him for being smart, and he can be a master in carpentry."

Song Hongguo understood what he meant, but she was worried that she had thoughts about Qiao Yonghui's identity. She said, "As long as the work is done well, the rest is not important."

"That's what I mean too. In fact, Yonghui... is quite a nice person." Zhao Zhenhua sighed, "However, if you ask him to work, you have to avoid people, so that no one will talk about it."

Song Hongguo nodded. At this time, Zhao Baoqing came back.

(End of this chapter)