The arrival of 1967 gave Jiang Hua a sense of urgency. He knew that their good days wandering around the capital were numbered.
The main reason is that Jiang Hua feels that the treasures everywhere have not been discovered enough. It would be a shame to leave like this. He must seize the time.
Zhong Yuemin and the others don't feel that the new year is any different from last year. Maybe it's because the big boys don't need to be frightened anymore, for fear that the little bastard will come to their door someday.
Zhong Yuemin would eat and drink every day, and he would also read a book. When he had nothing to do, he would ask Zhou Xiaobai and the others to go to the Shichahai Ice Rink for some skating, or he and Zhang Haiyang would find a sunny place to brag. It was a comfortable life.
Jiang Hua took the time to go Taobao and exchange the bills he didn't need into food stamps or grain. If Zhong Yuemin couldn't go to the army, then he would go to the countryside with him. By then, food stamps would not only be hard currency, but also at the critical moment.
This thing can save lives.
Jiang Hua went to the pigeon market and redeemed tens of thousands of kilograms of coarse grains for himself, as well as several thousand kilograms of national food stamps.
As for those treasures, he didn't pick any more. The bowl he picked up was full of vegetables. Maybe it's not a rarity now, but it will be a treasure in a few years.
"Brother, the weather is nice these days. Let's go to the reservoir for a picnic."
Jiang Hua asked with a smile: "Is it Zhou Xiaobai who made an appointment with you?"
Zhong Yuemin said matter-of-factly: "Yes, such a sentimental thing is definitely not something that a man like me would have thought of."
"Zhou Xiaobai, how did you handle it? Are you really planning to stay with her quietly for the rest of your life?"
Zhong Yuemin repeatedly denied: "How is it possible? I am only seventeen. It is impossible for me to decide my life so hastily."
"She has a deep love for you, but you are ready to destroy her beautiful fantasy of love. You are really a scumbag."
Zheng Tong said with a smile: "Although I don't know the specific meaning of this scumbag, I feel that describing Zhong Yuemin is very appropriate."
On a sunny day, a pair of crazy men and women, together with a few melon-eating people, hurried toward the reservoir on bicycles. If they had traveled dozens of kilometers in their previous lives, they were just going crazy on bicycles.
But bicycles are already the most elegant means of transportation in this era. Cars are not accessible to ordinary people, so it’s a great effort for everyone to ride them.
"Through the forest, across the snowfield, soaring into the sky...cough cough cough."
Yuan Junqi was excited and opened his mouth to speak loudly. When he reached the peak of excitement, the cold air coming towards him shut him up.
Zheng Tong said with a smile: "Yuan Jun, can you do that? You have a high-pitched accent. I'll let you eat it. Let's do another high-pitched tune."
"Damn it, it choked me to death. A breath of cool breeze gave me an ominous premonition. We may have to drink the northwest wind today."
Zhong Yuemin laughed and scolded: "Shit, if you want to drink the northwest wind, you can drink it yourself. We won't drink it. There are luncheon meats, canned fruits and cakes here, so we will accept it and won't bother you to drink the northwest wind."
Not to be outdone, Yuan Jun said: "If you want to eat alone, there is no way. I will eat it all in a while, and let you drink the northwest wind."
After chatting and laughing, we no longer felt so tired. Everyone pedaled their bicycles energetically and finally arrived at the reservoir before lunch.
On the grass beside the reservoir, the girls spread blankets on the ground, picked wild flowers and put them on cans. The boys took out various snacks and filled the blankets.
The bright sunshine shines on the reservoir, making the waves sparkle. In addition, in early spring, the trees sprout buds and the earth turns green again, creating a renewed scene.
Jiang Hua clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, let's prepare lunch first. Of course we can't live up to the beautiful spring scenery, but we can't live up to our Five Zang Temples either. Once we've calmed our stomachs, we'll have plenty of time to enjoy the beautiful scenery."
Yuan Jun couldn't wait to take out the can of luncheon meat and was about to open it, but Jiang Hua stopped him.
"This is the last reserve. Since we are here for a picnic, it is natural to have some game. I have prepared two chickens, which can be used as beggar's chickens. I will also catch some fish and stew some fish soup. It is not as stylish as this luncheon meat.
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“Good suggestion!”
Everyone applauded in agreement except Yuan Jun. Yuan Jun reluctantly put down the can in his hand and said dissatisfied: "It's enough if you're full. What's the use of being stylish, but it can't fill your stomach."
After sending Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong to collect firewood, Jiang Hua came to the edge of the reservoir, where plump fish were swaying wantonly in the water.
It is said that ducks are prophets of warm water in spring rivers, and fish also know it. Spring has begun, and fish have begun to float to the surface to look for food.
I took out the fishing hook and cotton thread, randomly found a straight branch on the tree on the bank to use as a fishing rod, and took out some coarse grains from the available space and sprinkled them in the water.
After a while, a large group of swimming fish gathered here. Jiang Hua looked around and saw that Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun were still in the forest, and Zhong Yuemin was digging a hole there.
Jiang Hua tried to use space to collect fish in the water. In the past, he had to touch the fish with his hands to put them into the space. Now, as long as they are within five steps of him, he can hold them with his hands. This is the benefit of practicing fishing toad strength, although the volume of the space has not increased.
, but more convenient.
Jiang Hua was so excited that he collected hundreds of fish. Then he used a fishing rod to catch a few crucian carp, about two kilograms, which were perfect for making soup.
After the raw materials were prepared, a very serious problem was discovered. The six people present, except for Jiang Hua, seemed to be the kind of aristocratic people who had nothing to do with Yang Chun Shui. How could they know how to cook?
Yes, it’s a sin that I have made, and I have to bear it with gritted teeth. There is no problem with crucian carp soup, but beggar’s chicken is not a common meal after all. Fortunately, Jianghua has read some recipes and has some impressions. Although I have not practiced it, it is a theoretical knowledge point.
full.
The smoke from the cooking pot rose, and the delicious flavor of Kung Fu fish soup hit his face. Yuan Jun, a foodie, stood by the pot, waiting for the first sip of the soup.
Jiang Hua swung his engineering shovel and smashed open the two mud balls. The delicious smell tickled people's hearts. The juicy chicken made people drool. Even a reserved girl like Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help it.
Swallowing furiously.
"Let's go, what are you waiting for? Make enough food and clothing by yourself. If you don't have enough food for a while, you can only eat that dry luncheon meat."
As soon as Jiang Hua said this, the six people couldn't wait to reach out their poisonous hands to the beggar chicken, and it fell apart in the blink of an eye.
"Brother, your skills are really good, but I think the two chickens may be a little too little. Just like this, I can kill two of them by myself."
"Me too."
Everyone said in unison, even Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun said without shyness. After speaking, everyone looked at each other and smiled, and the laughter echoed on the reservoir.
