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

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is more than thirty days different from the solar calendar. The temperature in the morning is already chilly, but at the market, I can still be squeezed into sweating profusely.

Especially in the crowded stalls, there are several layers of hula surrounds, so there is no cool breeze blowing, and you can only feel the strong enthusiasm of the people for shopping.

The energy of shouting at the top of one's voice to buy a few kilograms can make people completely forget that no one is well-off at the moment, and just feel that those things are free.

Especially food, no matter what it is, is being snatched up like crazy.

Not only the people in the surrounding villages, but also the workers in the aluminum factory, during the rush to buy, did not care about being polite, and their fighting power was so strong that even after they were squeezed out of the encirclement, everyone looked embarrassed, they just joked with each other, and they were still the same. He smiled triumphantly as if he had won a battle.

The things at the market this time were also particularly rich, mostly mountain products. Chestnuts, walnuts, jujubes, and pomegranates were all piled high, as well as dried mushrooms and fungus. There was no grain.

Everyone was not disappointed, and the rush was still in full swing. The mutton stalls and duck egg stalls were crowded, and in front of the tofu stall that must be found in every market, a dozen or so people crowded on a short square table, drinking tofu or soy milk. Eating fried bean dregs pancakes that are browned on both sides is a satisfying and satisfying experience.

What surprised the children the most were the candied haws and glutinous rice cakes, which were even more attractive than the mooncakes. The red hawthorns were strung together and covered with a layer of crystal clear syrup. They were inserted one by one on the wheat straw bundles, and the sunlight shone on them. , bright enough to dazzle the eyes, really beautiful, and seductive enough.

The glutinous rice cake is steamed into a large square piece. When you buy it, cut it into a piece with a knife, wrap it in reed leaves and weigh it. It costs two cents a pound and is about the size of an adult’s palm. The snow-white rice cake is There are red dates inside, and the soft, glutinous and sweet bite is one of the unforgettable childhood memories of a generation.

The children stared with gleaming eyes and drooled greedily. In order to get adults to buy them, they begged, even rolled around and cried loudly.

The adults were really helpless. Some who had more money would be willing to buy some to satisfy their cravings, while others would bite the bullet and ignore it. They would curse and drag the children away forcefully. The offended children would burst into tears and would not turn around as they walked away. see.

That little look looking back...

Song Hongguo couldn't help but want to pay for it, but she couldn't. She didn't dare to be such a good person. If she opened her mouth, everyone would think she was soft-hearted and easy to take advantage of.

She bought two candied haws for the brothers, weighed a pound of glutinous rice cake, and cut two pounds of tofu and some bean dregs cakes. She wanted to eat tofu curd, but she couldn't fit on the table, so she had no choice but to give up.

In addition, she also bought a lot of chestnuts, dried mushrooms, and fungus, which she grabbed at the stall of the Xiangyang Brigade. The person in charge of selling things was Brigade Captain Sheng Zhongxin. She had bought a lot of good things from him before. Yes, he gave me all the peonies and fruit trees in the yard.

Seeing her now, Sheng Zhongxin was very enthusiastic. He weighed the good things for her and asked her why she didn't want to order anything else. There were walnuts, pears, jujubes, pomegranates and so on at the stall. It was a festival, so I kept these things for the evening. The moon is also suitable for all seasons.

Song Hongguo said that she had some at home. When she saw acorns that looked similar to chestnuts, she asked a few more questions and learned that there were a lot of acorns in the mountains of Xiangyang Brigade, but they were so bitter that even pigs were unwilling to eat them, so the price It is very low, and only those who are really hungry at home will pick acorns to satisfy their hunger.

Ten kilograms was only a dime, so Song Hongguo simply asked for a hundred kilograms. She would have to bring a cart with her on this trip, otherwise she wouldn't be able to transport all the money she bought home.

When Sheng Zhongxin saw this, he suddenly had an idea in his mind. In his eyes, Song Hongguo was definitely a smart and educated person, and a decent person who had no shortage of food and could pursue enjoyment of life. A smart and decent person bought acorns. There must be another purpose, but no matter how curious he is, there are so many people talking right now, he can't ask directly, so he can only wait and look for opportunities. After squeezing out of the circle, Ling Zhi couldn't help but ask, "Mom, why did you buy so many acorns? I heard that this stuff is hard to swallow, and it is frowned upon for feeding animals, and our pigs, chickens and geese may not be willing to eat it. ah."

Song Hongguo smoothed her messy hair and explained, "This thing is definitely not good for eating directly. It must be processed first. Once processed, the taste will be less astringent."

Hearing this, Ling Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really?"

Song Hongguo smiled and joked, "If you don't believe it, let's go home and try it. The cooked acorns will taste very delicious. Maybe you will like them so much that you won't want to feed them to the pigs."

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Before leaving, Song Hongguo saw that there were not many people at the mutton stall, so she went over to ask, and rounded up the sheep and scorpions that no one wanted to buy. The mutton was free of charge, and it was a pound per piece. In the eyes of the locals, the sheep and scorpions were , it’s just bones, and it’s not cost-effective to eat, so no one wants it even if it’s only 20 cents per pound. If you have the spare money, you might as well buy more tofu.

However, Song Hongguo felt that she had taken a big advantage, and she couldn't wait to invite Han Ying and Song Hongbing to the dormitory for a lamb and scorpion hotpot at noon.

On the way back, she looked at the corn fields on both sides, and thought about cooking corn cobs to eat. After entering the door, she went to the private plot to pick up some tender ones and broke off a few. If she didn't eat them now, she would be old in ten days and a half.

Ling Zhi felt extremely distressed when he saw this, but when the corn on the cob came out of the pot and he gnawed it without raising his head, he lost all his reluctance and just felt that it was so delicious.

After dinner, Song Hongguo went to pick some pomegranates, jujubes, pears, pumpkins, and winter melons. She also brought some sheep, scorpions, tofu, etc. The basket couldn't fit them in, so she had to put them in sacks. When she got to the hospital, she sent them back first. In the dormitory, she carried a basket to the outpatient clinic to work. The fruits in the basket were not picked from the trees, but bought from the mall. On the pretext of celebrating the festival, she shared them with her colleagues who were familiar with each other on the same floor. , join in the celebration.

Xu Xianghong gnawed on the pear and praised, "Your pear is good. It's big, full of water, sweet taste, no residue, and even the core inside is small..."

Song Hongguo said, "There is a tree planted outside the yard. It is growing well this year. I will pick some to taste first. If you like it, I will bring you a basket in a few days."

Xu Xianghong hurriedly shook his head, "Why are you so embarrassed? No, you keep it for your children..."

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "We, the three of us, can't eat much. Our neighbors, colleagues, and friends all give us gifts. We can't even give away a few kilograms, so don't be polite."

After hearing this, Xu Xianghong refused.

Song Hongguo waited until she was not busy and gave some to Dean Zhang. A few pomegranates and pears were not enough to be used as favors. Therefore, what she gave was fair and honest, and Dean Zhang accepted it openly. , In addition to their superior-subordinate relationship at work, outside of work, the two of them also have some affection because of Director Zhou, and no one can find fault.