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

The next day, Song Hongguo didn't go to work, but she still got up at dawn, washed briefly, said something to her two children, and rode out the door.

She made an appointment with Brother Zeng's people to trade at the scrap warehouse of the aluminum factory this morning.

It's a little after four o'clock in the countryside, and hard-working people have already gotten up. Those who carry water, those who cut pig grass, and those who tidy up their own plots. As long as they are not lazy, there will always be endless work to do.

In the crop fields, no one is working now. It seems that what she said to Zhao Baoqing yesterday has worked. They are all waiting for the rain at the end of the month.

When they arrived at the commune, Song Hongguo found a secluded corner to change her clothes and walked on the road. The surroundings were deserted and she didn't meet many people.

The system teased, "You look like this, even if you were walking across from your idol, he wouldn't recognize you. Sure enough, makeup technology is comparable to plastic surgery, it's simply amazing."

Song Hongguo thought to herself that Huo Minglou might not recognize her, but if she really had to go to the opposite side, she might not be able to maintain her natural state, and she might be exposed.

When she was almost there, she urged the system to check it out first and make sure no one was watching in the dark before going in with confidence.

Still in the dilapidated house before, Song Hongguo took out the pork and eggs she bought from the mall. The total weight of the two was about 500 kilograms. They were all packed in wicker baskets. According to the price she had negotiated with Brother Zeng, she should be able to exchange them for two. About a thousand pounds of wheat.

Two thousand kilograms of wheat would need to be packed in twenty sacks. She estimated that with the number of people coming, it would take at least four people to transport it in a wheelbarrow.

Sure enough, at five o'clock, the other party appeared pushing a cart in the aisle filled with garbage. No more, no less, exactly four people, all young people, wearing straw hats on their heads, with serious smiles on their faces. Judging from their performance, they all The deputy looked well-trained, obviously a veteran.

When they met each other, there were no polite greetings. The more you talked, the more you exposed. There were no tests. They all followed the rules of this business.

Only by leaving room for each other can we continue to cooperate safely and long-term.

However, it is still necessary to inspect the goods and accept them on the spot. If there are any problems after leaving, we will not be responsible.

The leading man on the other side opened the cover on the basket and touched the thick fat with his hands. A bit of surprise and confusion could not help but appear on his serious face. He could raise such a fat pig. What kind of good food should he use to feed it? ?

This is also a question that Brother Zeng and his subordinates have been curious about, but they can't think of a reliable answer.

However, no matter how curious he was, the other party would not ask anything. He nodded with satisfaction and signaled that the others could carry it to the car and take it away.

Song Hongguo also randomly checked a bag. The wheat inside was very dry but had not yet been shelled. She twisted it with her hands and found that it was obviously much shriveled than what she had grown. She estimated that the yield per mu was only [-] kilograms. about.

She wanted to find out where the wheat was harvested from, but looking at the other person's face that kept strangers away from her, she thought about it and just let it go and not make things more complicated.

After the transaction was completed, the other party pushed the cart and left first. He didn't care how she was transporting the wheat alone. She seemed not to be curious at all and had great professionalism.

Song Hongguo waited for a while and then sent the system out to investigate. There was not a single suspicious person watching within a radius of one mile. Brother Zeng's credibility had improved to a higher level with her and was even more secure.

She put the food into the space steadily, and left on the bike calmly.

The system couldn't help but sigh, "This is someone who is doing big things. He was born at the wrong time. Otherwise, he is definitely a person."

Song Hongguo was convinced.The system continued, "However, just wait until the future. In the 80s, such a person will inevitably rise to become a big boss or host. You can establish a good relationship with him first. You have known each other for a long time, and your emotional foundation will be stronger." It’s solid.”

Song Hongguo teased, "When did you become so worldly and tactful?"

The system sneered and said, "I'm not thinking about you. No matter what time, personal connections are very important. They can determine whether your social circle is high-end or ordinary."

Song Hongguo didn't directly deny it, "Let nature take its course."

The system said "hmm" twice, "It's better to just let nature take its course. Being too deliberate is not beautiful. People like that have bright eyes. You can't hide their little thoughts from them. If you really try to please them, you may be self-defeating. I was wrong just now."

When we returned to the commune, it was already six o'clock. There were obviously more pedestrians on the road now, and some of them were going to the black market, and they were not secretive.

She avoided people, found a place to change her clothes, and went to the mutton soup shop to queue up to buy food.

Although it is hot today, there are not many people drinking mutton soup. There is Huimin Village nearby. It is said that it has settled in this area for more than 100 years. It has raised sheep and sold mutton for generations. In addition to the good mutton soup, there are also mutton buns. .

However, she doesn't like to eat steamed buns with a lot of green onions. She prefers soup. She starts cooking it in the early morning. She cooks the lamb spine, sheep head, and sheep offal together. She doesn't add any seasonings, and only needs enough With just the right amount of heat and time, the soup can be delicious in just one pot.

The large pot with a diameter of one meter was placed outside the door. There was firewood burning under the pot to keep it boiling. The heat was lingering and the aroma was overflowing.

Everyone in line brought their own pots and pans to serve. Half a catty of haggis only cost [-] cents, and with an additional [-] taels of meat coupons, it was still a good deal. Not to mention, there were two free spoons of mutton soup. .

The chefs in the store are still very busy with their hands and feet. There is a local earthen oven next to them, making a kind of stuffed sesame cakes, which are larger than the plate. They are coated with sesame seeds and eaten with mutton soup. In one word, Absolutely!

However, if you want to drink soup with sesame seed cakes, you have to come early and queue up, otherwise you won't be able to eat.

Song Hongguo bought three freshly baked sesame seed cakes and a pound of mutton offal. She spent one yuan and half a pound of meat stamps. The mutton soup was served in a casserole. The other party scooped it full for her, and she carefully carried it into the car. In the frame, I didn't dare to ride on the way back, for fear of spreading.

When they got home, it was already past seven o'clock. The two brothers had finished all the work they could do, and were waiting for her to come back for breakfast.

The mutton soup is still hot, sprinkle with some chopped green onion, a mouthful of soup, a mouthful of crispy and fragrant sesame seed cakes, they are so beautiful that even a god would not exchange them for them.

After eating, Song Hongguo went to the backyard to wash up. After working outside for three hours, she was sweating. After washing, she changed into a skirt and put it on. She bought it from the mall. It has a retro and nostalgic style, small lapels and bubbles. Sleeves, waist pleated skirt, classic brown checkered pattern, elegant and fresh, coupled with fluffy braids and white sneakers, it adds another layer of pastoral style.

When the system saw it, it was full of praise, "The male god must like it."

Song Hongguo said arrogantly, "It's not just for him to see. The most important thing for a woman is to please herself."

The system sneered at this, "Is it more important to please yourself than to please men? Dressing up beautifully and making men fascinated by you is not much more interesting than admiring yourself? Especially if it is a man you like, the more he admires your beauty, the more he will admire your beauty and serve you Dump it, shouldn’t you feel more accomplished? Those who say they want to please themselves clearly have a sour grape mentality, so don’t be led astray.”

Song Hongguo, "..."

Why is she arguing with a love brain?