"Yeah, you don't know how stingy that village chief is, he won't even let him touch him." Zhou Ping said, with a look of disgust on his face.
He wanted to touch the bicycle, but was scolded by the village chief, which made him feel embarrassed.
"Then...are there any conditions for borrowing a car?" Song Xi asked.
"One penny a time. If you lose it, the whole family will be deducted two years of work points." Zhou Yi put his hand on Song Xi's shoulder and walked directly inside.
He sent the three brothers away, "You all should go home quickly! When you are done, come over and wash the crabs."
Song Xi nodded thoughtfully, the village chief's arrangement was still acceptable.
In this way, everyone can take better care of their bicycles, and it will also prevent some people from wanting to sell their bicycles quietly.
There are hundreds of households in a village, and there are bound to be a few with evil intentions.
On the way to the kitchen house a few steps away, Song Xi saw the clothes hanging on a bamboo pole to dry, and her cheeks turned red.
In fact, she could take the clothes to the supermarket and use the washing machine in the pantry to wash them, but Zhou Yi got up early every day and washed both of their clothes.
But now that the temperature is getting lower and lower, it’s really difficult to dry the clothes with them hanging like this.
If there were hangers to hang the clothes to dry...
Coat hanger?
Thinking of the clothes hangers, Song Xi slapped her forehead heavily. There were so many daily necessities in the supermarket, why didn't she think of getting a few simple solid color clothes hangers to use?
"What's wrong?" Seeing his little wife suddenly hitting him like this, Zhou Yi asked in confusion.
But she was more worried. Seeing that there was no change at all on her fair forehead, she felt relieved.
Song Xi pointed at the clothes on the bamboo pole, "It's impossible to dry the clothes with them hanging up like this. It would be better if there was a small shelf to hold the clothes up and dry them."
As Song Xi spoke, she reached out and touched her clothes, which were only half-dried even after they had been exposed to the sun at night.
But now they have enough clothes, so they don't have to worry about running out of clothes.
Zhou Yi nodded thoughtfully, but did not express his position immediately.
It was hard for him to express his opinion on things he was unsure about, for fear of disappointing her.
Let’s wait until the research comes out.
"What does it smell like? It smells so good!" Before I even reached the kitchen door, I could smell the fragrance coming from the kitchen door.
Zhou Yi has eaten too much good food now, so he won't drool in an exaggerated manner.
"We're stewing pig's trotters!" Song Xi stuffed two more large pieces of firewood into the bottom of the stove, and then took Zhou Yi to fish for crabs in the water tank under the eaves.
Now that crabs are in high demand, Zhou Ping and the others found a few honest gay men in the village to help them catch crabs.
When I come to clean the crabs at night, I bring them over and put them in the water tank to keep them.
Even if it is only nourished by the spiritual spring water for a day, the taste is incomparably delicious.
When there are not enough crabs in the water tank, Song Xi will buy crabs from the supermarket to make up for them.
Since the crab business started, Song Xi's transactions with Zhou Xiaoshu, Zhou Xiaohua and Aunt Li next door were settled in the woods of the village.
They just leave the things there, and she will find an opportunity to take them back and put the money in the designated place.
It can be said that they are conducting a face-to-face transaction.
In the evening, the little boy came over carrying a fish basket.
Song Xi packed him ten sweet potato pancakes, four boiled eggs, and two white-fleshed nectarines in oil paper bags.
The main reason is that the little boy comes very early every day, and she hasn't started cooking dinner yet!
After the little boy dealt with today's small fish, he looked at Song Xi with a troubled expression. Song Xi asked in confusion, "Kid, do you have anything else to say?"
The little boy held his pants with his hands in embarrassment, "Sister, can I not come for dinner? I think... I want..."
"Do you want to change it into money?" Song Xi smiled slightly, reached out and patted the little boy on the shoulder, "Of course you can, how about one penny per catty?"
Every household has harvested corn and sweet potatoes, and the village will probably distribute collective sweet potatoes and corn to everyone soon.
It can be said that during this period, everyone has no shortage of coarse grains to eat. When they have grain, they naturally want money, which Song Xi can understand.
"Thank you sister, but I will clean the fish and bring it to my sister." The little boy bowed slightly to Song Xi, took the food Song Xi gave him, turned around and ran away.
Song Xi cleaned the small fish that the little boy had prepared and put them in a dustpan to control the moisture. When dinner was ready, he would just take out some charcoal from the bottom of the pot to roast the small fish.
"Leaving?" Zhou Yi, who was making fried onions and squid, asked as he watched Song Xi enter the door.
Zhou Yi knew that Song Xi often gave the little boy food, but he didn't know that there was a transaction between them.
"Yes." Song Xi came to the stove, looked at the onions and squid in the pot, and couldn't help but swallowed, "Brother Yi, your cooking skills are really getting better and better. This fried squid with onions, was
What Yi Ge made is so delicious and delicious!"
"Isn't that because my wife taught her well?" Zhou Yi winked at Song Xi, and that look actually looked a little cute.
Dinner was a big pot of steamed dumplings, stewed pork trotters with lotus root, fried squid with onions, garlic vines and fried amaranth.
Song Xi made a dipping sauce for dumplings using onion, ginger, garlic, soy sauce, vinegar and Laoganma chili sauce, and then the two of them started eating.
Roll the steamed dumplings into the dipping sauce, and they will taste spicy and delicious.
Although they are frozen dumplings, they taste very good.
Song Xi ate ten steamed dumplings and drank a bowl of lotus root and pig's trotters soup. She drank the warm soup and felt so comfortable!
"What is this? It tastes pink and waxy, but it's delicious." Zhou Yi picked up a piece of lotus root with chopsticks and said to himself.
"The old man said it's lotus root, which grows in their pond over there. It grows under the mud and needs someone to dig it out."
I don’t even know what lotus root is, and Ping An Village’s product resources are really too weak.
Suddenly Song Xi's eyes lit up, "If I can meet that old man next time, I will buy some lotus root seeds from him and plant them in the ditch next to the field. Then everyone can eat lotus roots."
"Will they sell seeds to you?" Zhou Yi couldn't bear to throw cold water on his young daughter-in-law, but he thought it was unlikely.
This lotus root tastes good and can be sold for money. Who would be so stupid as to spread the seeds?
Wouldn't this threaten the income of their own village?
"Who knows, if we can meet him, let's talk about it. If we can't, forget it."
Regardless of whether she could meet them or not, she could just take the cabbage seeds from the supermarket.
There are not only cabbage seeds but also celery seeds in the supermarket, but the most important thing right now is to fill your stomach.
As for spiritual food, most people don’t need it for the time being.
Zhou Yi looked up at his little wife, and couldn't help but turn the corners of his mouth into a nice curve.
Song Xi looked at him and felt a knot in her heart, "Brother Yi, tell me what you have to say. Don't look at people with such strange eyes. It makes them feel embarrassed."
