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

We have to get up early tomorrow morning to cut the wheat, otherwise we will have to dry it in the sun under the bright sun. It’s so miserable. It’s best to see a little light at four o’clock. The wind will be cool then. When the sun comes out, the wind will be gone. It's hot.

That night, Song Hongguo took her two children to bed very early, and made a lot of preparations before going to bed, mainly for food. She also made mung bean soup, cold skin, and stewed tea leaves in a pot, which were all placed at the bottom of the well to chill. .

The next day, at four o'clock, the alarm clock rang on time. Song Hongguo opened her eyes and saw through the window that although the sky outside was not bright yet, she could see things.

I got up, got off the kang, and found a long-sleeved shirt to put on, so as not to get scratched on my arms by wheatgrass seeds while working. The feeling was unpleasant, especially after sweating, which made the irritated skin sore.

This is all based on experience in past lives.

In her previous life, she lived in an orphanage and followed the adults to cut wheat. At that time, it was under the guise of exercise to let the children experience the hard work of working people. She worked for a long time. They couldn't bear it any longer, and suffered several heat strokes during the period. Although she persisted, she had several blood blisters on her palms, and there were many red marks on her arms from the wheat fields because she had no clothes to cover them, which made her feel itchy and painful. It took a long time to get better.

Along with her, the two brothers also woke up. They rubbed their eyes and looked at the sky. They immediately got up, put on clothes and tidied up the kang. Their movements were not sloppy, even smoother than hers.

As soon as the mother and son went around to the well in the backyard to wash up, they heard dumplings barking.

"There seems to be a knock on the door..."

"Who's here?"

"Probably, probably, it should be your Uncle Huo."

She agreed to help him cut the wheat, but who would have thought that he would come so early?This time has arrived, so doesn't he have to get up at three o'clock?

"I'll open the door." Ling Zhi washed up the fastest, brushing his teeth and washing his face as if he was competing for time in the army. He glanced at Song Hongguo, raised his feet and walked forward, with a towel around his neck.

Seeing this, Ling Yuan said with a smile, "Uncle Huo is as hard-working and capable as my brother..."

Song Hongguo flicked his forehead and listened to his exaggerated ouch. Then he wiped his face with a smile and made a neat bun. Then he turned around, grasped the rope by the well, and lifted the heavy big head little by little. The basket was pulled up.

The basket was filled with food and drink. It had been chilled all night, and the cold air hit my face.

Seeing this, Ling Yuan hurriedly took a few steps, held himself upright, and regardless of his thin arms and legs, insisted on carrying the basket to the front yard with her.

Huo Minglou has already entered the door, followed by Li He. Every time he comes, he brings big and small bags, and this time is no exception. One is carrying a canvas bag, and the other is carrying a gray tile-colored casserole.

The canvas bag contained two cans of yellow peaches, a pack of chicken cakes, and a bucket of malted milk. They were all very rare things. But what made Song Hongguo curious was the casserole. When he opened the lid, he saw that there were so many ingredients inside. With heat.

Facing her unexpected and puzzled look, Li He opened his mouth to explain, "This is the crispy pot Huo Gong ordered with the restaurant's chef last night, and simmered it on the stove all night..."

He had to show his merit for Huo Gong, and sometimes just doing it without talking about it was not enough.

Song Hongguo smiled and asked Huo Minglou, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​doing this?"

Huo Minglou took over the words naturally, "Don't you like to eat? It's too hard to cut wheat, and it will be even more tiring to prepare food. When the time comes, just use it as a dish, with simple staple food."

Oh, it really was for her sake.

But it was counterproductive. The more considerate he was, the more she wanted to reward him with delicious food. So, before she started working, she laid out tea eggs and peeled off the skin with her own hands, exposing The inside was soaked in soup overnight and dyed with beautiful patterns. He ate two while staring at it.I also made a cup of oatmeal, and added milk powder and honey to it. The rich and sweet taste suited Huo Minglou's appetite. He held the cup and drank with satisfaction.

Of course, everyone else also enjoyed the same treatment and was treated equally. Only Li He felt a little guilty when he drank milk powder and cereal. Although he knew that he would benefit from following Huo Gong, he took such a huge advantage...

He has to work hard to repay it.

So, when he went to the field to cut wheat, he used all his strength to grab the sickle with one hand and the wheat with the other. He raised and lowered the sickle in the blink of an eye. His movements were neat and neat, and he also had a bit of chicken blood. of excitement.

Compared with him, Huo Minglou was obviously slower. He had never done this job before, and his movements were a little clumsy when he first started. However, after only a moment of adapting, he was able to cut smoothly.

Today he specially wore a half-worn long-sleeved white shirt and a pair of labor-stretch gloves. The way he bent over in the wheat field was a bit inconsistent with the surrounding environment. It is indeed inappropriate for a proud man like him to appear from time to time. Here, he should stay in a rigorous laboratory and scold Fang Qiu, or stand in the imperial capital's noble courtyard reading a book and drinking tea, but now, he looks calm.

I don’t feel condescending, nor do I feel dirty or hard. Although the main theme these days is praising hardship and labor as the most glorious thing, if there are conditions to enjoy comfort, who is really willing to endure hardship and hardship?

The system said with emotion, "The male god worked so hard for you. If you don't treat me wholeheartedly in the future, it will be too unconscionable..."

Song Hongguo rolled her eyes and hit her when she got the chance. Does she look like a scumbag?

She didn't cut it with her hands, but followed behind to tie it up. After tying it tightly with hemp rope, the wheat ears stood upright, and finally they were circled to form a stack of wheat. This would make it easier to dry when the sun gets brighter.

The two little guys followed to help and had no time to spare. Even the dumplings ran happily around the field with short wheat stubble and barked a few times from time to time.

The sun was gradually rising, and most of the wheat that had been harvested for sixty-five minutes was quickly laid down. Song Hongguo wiped away his sweat, hammered his waist, and called a few people to take a breather under the big pear tree on the weir.

It was a cool place, so she had already moved out some bamboo chairs under the front building, and there was also a small square table with cups and cakes on it. After a few people sat down, she went to bring the mung bean soup. .

As soon as Liangjinjin took the mung bean soup with Lingquan water in his mouth, everyone's eyes lit up in the same way. When they drank it all in one breath, the previous heat and fatigue were like dew meeting the sun. They quickly evaporated and disappeared. Leave no trace.

Li He couldn't help but praise, "Isn't this mung bean soup better than ginseng?"

Ling Yuan asked curiously, "What does ginseng taste like?"

Li Heqian smiled and said, "I haven't eaten it either, but I heard from people that it is a great tonic and can save lives in critical moments. People who are sick will be energetic immediately after taking it..."

Ling Yuan turned to look at Song Hongguo, with an expression eager for knowledge.

Song Hongguo said, "It's not that exaggerated, but ginseng is indeed good for weak people, but it must be taken in an appropriate amount, and it is not suitable for all weak people. If it is eaten by inappropriate people, it will be harmful to the body."

Ling Yuan suddenly said "Oh".

Li He sincerely asked her how to cook the mung bean soup. On the one hand, it tasted delicious. The most important thing was that the effect of relieving fatigue was really surprising.

Song Hongguo calmly repeated the same rhetoric she had told Huo Minglou before.

After listening to this, Li He always felt that the truth of the matter should not be like this, but there was no need to hide it, and it was not a secret recipe. In the end, he could only acquiesce in her words.