"Brother, do you know what ingredients to buy?" Ma Juzi asked with a worried look.
In his eyes, Yang Jun is just a young man who has nothing to do with his life. He doesn't understand things like cooking at all.
Yang Jun rolled his eyes, feeling that his authority had been challenged.
He raised his eyebrows and said: "Star anise, pepper, tangerine peel, bay leaves, cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, angelica, branches, water chestnuts, Amomum villosum..."
"Brother, stop, stop, stop." Ma Juzi stopped what he was doing, raised his head and said doubtfully: "It sounds like traditional Chinese medicine to me."
"You know nothing, what my brother is talking about is medicinal food." Yang Jiaguo saw that he stopped again, so he retorted.
Yang Jun saw that these two guys were fighting again, so he crossed his legs and watched the show.
Yang Anguo glared at Ma Juzi and said: "Let's talk, we can't stop doing the work at hand. Tell me, I've said this several times."
Ma Juzi rolled his eyes and started working again.
Yang Jun looked at the competition between the brother-in-law and brother-in-law and found it quite interesting.
"Juzi, just say what I just said, right?" Yang Jun asked.
"Yes, but if you don't need so many ingredients, just prepare the six kinds you just mentioned."
"I'll deliver it to you tomorrow morning."
By this time, Ma Xiangxiu and the others had also finished their meal, and they all came over to watch the pig being slaughtered.
Since the wild boar had been dead for a day, its blood had already solidified and its hair was not easy to shed.
Ma Xiangxiu put all the pots on stew and used them all to heat hot water.
At this time, Yang Anguo and Ma Juzi exchanged jobs.
Yang Anguo poured scalding boiling water on the pig's head. Ma Juzi saw that the pig's skin was reddened, so he held a knife in both hands and began to scrape the pig's hair down.
Seeing this nimble craftsmanship, everyone nodded in unison.
"Don't stop the hot water. You can pour it wherever my knife goes." Ma Juzi ordered with a bowed body.
"Are you sure?" Yang Anguo raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid that your hands will be burned until your skin is bald?"
Ma Juzi straightened up in anger and said, "Are you making a point? Is that what I meant?"
He took the water float from Yang Anguo's hand and threw it to Ma Xiangxiu.
"Xiangxiu, come here."
Ma Xiangxiu curled her lips and looked at the two of them speechlessly.
These two guys were always bickering in the village, and they were still bickering in Sijiu City.
Ma Xiangxiu and Ma Juzi are indeed brothers and sisters. They work in perfect harmony. The hot water poured down the pig skin without splashing on Ma Juzi's hands at all.
The hard parts of the pig hair cannot be scraped off, so roast them over fire.
In less than half an hour, Ma Juzi had shaved off all of his back, leaving only the belly.
The job of shaving pig hair seems simple, it is nothing more than watering and shaving, but it is actually a physical job and a technical job. It does not mean that you can just rely on brute force. You have to follow the growth direction of the pig hair.
Scrape along the way.
Yang Jun was bored sitting there, so he took the child in Zhou Miaomiao's arms and played with it.
The child had just finished feeding and was full of energy. Just when everyone wanted it, he came into Yang Jun's arms. He didn't cry or make any fuss, and he grabbed his collar and played with it.
"Sister, what's Nizi's name?" Yang Jun turned around and asked Zhou Miaomiao who was busy.
"Zhou Zhiruo, her nickname is Ruoruo."
Zhou Miaomiao, who was helping Ma Xiangxiu carry water, replied casually.
"Zhou Zhiruo?" Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, as if he thought of something, and then he laughed dumbly and said,
"Never fall in love with Zhang Wuji."
"What?" Zhou Miaomiao put down the bucket in her hand and frowned, "Who is Zhang Wuji?"
When Yang Jun heard this, he chuckled.
Waving his hands, he said, "I suddenly thought of a song, and I just wrote it out of emotion."
"Hey, what song is it? Can you sing it to me?"
When Yi Qiushui, who was sitting next to him, heard this, her eyes lit up, and she took his arm and asked him to sing.
"Okay, but please don't spread this song outside."
You must know that the songs sung from his mouth will be mistaken for "Mi Mi music".
The reason why Yang Jun wants to sing is not because he loves singing, but because he wants to sing now.
Time travel and the afterlife are two different worlds, and sometimes the characters in the novel confuse him. Sometimes he really doesn't know which world he lives in.
He wanted to use the familiar song in his mind to remind him of the era he lived in.
Yang Jun threw away the unfinished cigarette and rubbed his toes vigorously.
Then he coughed dryly, slowly closed his eyes, and contemplated his emotions.
"Hands on chin,
You who seem to be smiling but not smiling,
Watching him make love every now and then,
When can we go beyond right and wrong?
Because you want to have sex with him..."
…
Yang Jun sang this song full of love, hatred and hatred, and coupled with his thoughts, the song became more and more emotional.
He quickly integrated into the scene of the song, thinking about the past in his mind, and his eyes gradually became covered with a thin layer of mist.
As the low-pitched tone ends, the song reaches its climax.
Yang Jun stood up, still holding Zhou Zhiruo in his arms, and continued singing with his eyes closed,
"Let him paint your eyebrows for the rest of his life,
Understand pain first and then understand love,
Enjoy the pleasure between love and pain,
The turmoil in the world is something no one can bear..."
"..."
"Let him paint your eyebrows for the rest of his life,
Let his heart be as tolerant as the sea for you,
Don’t mention the harm you’ve done to him again,
You want him to have no other girls around him..."
…
As the high notes fall.
Yang Jun's eyes were filled with tears.
The courtyard was very quiet, and everyone seemed to be immersed in the beautiful singing.
Everyone stopped busy, and the singing was echoing in their minds.
Let him paint your eyebrows for the rest of his life,
You let him have no other girls around him.
Yi Qiushui looked at Yang Jun affectionately with tears in her eyes.
Especially when she saw Yang Jun burst into tears when he sang deeply, her heart seemed to go back to the time when the two of them met.
Hongmei Park,
It's snowing heavily.
Encounter in the afternoon.
This song was sung by Yang Jun out of his soul, with a lingering pathos and a deep voice that conveyed the tenderness of a beautiful girl moved by love and the passionate and sincere emotional world of daring to love and hate.
Zhou Miaomiao is also someone who is immersed in this song. She has just lost her beloved. The man in the song travels through mountains and rivers for the woman he loves, overcomes all difficulties, and has the courage to move forward. She yearns for it very much.
This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Brother Yang, you sing so beautifully. What's the name of this song?"
Zhou Miaomiao stared at him expectantly.
Yang Jun raised his sleeves to wipe the tears from his eyes and said hoarsely,
"Don't fall in love with Zhang Wuji."
"ah?"
Afterwards, Yang Jun returned Zhou Zhiruo to her, turned around and ran away.
"Don't fall in love with Zhang Wuji?" Zhou Miaomiao wondered: "This man's name is Zhang Wuji? Why can't such a good man fall in love with him?"
Zhou Miaomiao was puzzled.
Also confused were Ma Xiangxiu and Yang Anguo.
Yi Qiushui took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears and followed Yang Jun back.
After returning home, Yi Qiushui looked at Yang Jun who had his head covered by the quilt.
She gently took off her clothes, lifted the quilt, snuggled next to him, and hugged him tightly with her arms.
She didn't ask anything.
Because she knew that what Yang Jun needed at the moment was not comfort, but understanding.
Yi Qiushui recalled everything that happened since the two met.
From the initial meeting in the park to the wedding, every incident is vividly remembered. Yang Jun not only gave her a knowledgeable impression, but also used some strange words in his mouth from time to time, like "中二"
, 'brainless', 'I want to be quiet', 'involution', etc.
She had never heard of these words before, but there was no sense of violation when these words came out of his mouth, and they even seemed to fit the context of the words.
From time to time, I can hear him humming little songs. Although I have never heard of those songs, they sound very pleasant.
Especially the ancient poem he recited that time in the People's Hospital, she has still not been able to find the source.
The green tiles remind me of the old rains, and the red umbrellas hide no old friends in the alleys.
Every sentence expresses boundless lovesickness, which is particularly fascinating for her who loves ancient poetry.
Yi Qiushui loved the man in her arms deeply.
Since the two met, this man has protected her from wind and rain and given her a safe and warm home. This is the dream she has always longed for since she was a child. Now that her dream has come true, she is content in her life.
Early the next morning.
Yang Jun got up early, looked at Yi Qiushui who was sleeping soundly, and kissed her on the forehead with pity.
"Are you awake?" Yi Qiushui closed her eyes and smiled.
"I'll go for a run and you can sleep for a while."
Yang Jun pinched her fair cheeks and said softly.
Yang Jun came back from his run and took out the ingredients needed for the pork stew from the space.
Then I found something to pack and went to the yard next door.
Yang Anguo and Ma Juzi didn't go to bed until late at night. They had already taken care of the wild boar.
There is a long table in the yard, and the prepared pork is placed on the table.
Put pig heads, pig offal, pork, pig bones, pig hearts, and pig lungs in separate categories.
At this time, Ma Juzi had already gotten up and was chopping meat in the yard.
"Brother, you can't eat the pig's water, it's all rotten."
As soon as they met, Ma Juzi complained to him.
"What's wrong?" Yang Jun frowned.
There was a "bang" sound.
Ma Juzi threw something over, making a metallic clang sound on the chopping board.
Yang Jun took a look and saw that it was a 38-meter bullet.
No wonder Ma Juzi said that the pigs were all rotten in the water. The bullets passed through the dung door, and the powerful rotational impact smashed all the internal organs.
He then looked at the pot of pig water on the side. Although it was smashed, it was still edible.
"Pig's urine is a good thing. Let's wash it off."
Ma Juzi took the aniseed from his hand, opened it and looked at it. He was relieved that the aniseed was complete.
"I guess I can't wash it clean, for fear of spoiling the whole pot of meat."
Yang Jun heard this and said thoughtfully: "Then braise the meat separately. Don't spoil the whole pot of meat as you said."
You need to know that pig intestines are smashed and difficult to clean. If you don't clean them well, the fishy smell will not be washed away. If you put them in the pot, other meat may be spoiled.
Yang Jun stood in front of the chopping board and looked at the pork, picked a good piece, cut it into pieces with a knife, and cut off more than two kilograms of meat.
"I'll give it to my mother to try."
"Brother, you have a lot of family members, so cut more."
When Ma Juzi saw this, he ran over quickly and cut off more than five kilograms of meat with a knife.
Yang Jun did not refuse, took the tied wild boar meat from Ma Juzi and went back.
On the way back, I looked around and saw no one around, and put the wild boar meat into the space.
