Suddenly having a luxurious meal in the days when the bitter water can be squeezed out with just a twist. Fang Shuhui looked at the big bowl full of rice in her hand, feeling happy and sad at the same time.

The soft and sweet fried eggplant strips and the crispy salted fish are combined with garlic soy sauce and chili to create a wonderful taste.

The glistening rice no longer has any trace of sweet potatoes, only the oily sauce is accompanied by the tender braised eggs and fresh green vegetables.

"Eat it~it's delicious!"

Lin Yulan poked Fang Shuhui's chopsticks with her chopsticks, stretched out her face and smiled brightly at her.

Fang Shuhui came back to her senses, nodded, and put down her chopsticks as soon as she took a mouthful of rice.

"Camellia oleifera fruits are not available until frost." She gestured to Lin Yuzhu with a frown on her face.

Lin Yuzhu put down her chopsticks and smiled reassuringly at her, "When I go to the market, I'll see if there is anyone selling tea oil."

The oil yield rate of camellia oil is not low, but the picking is done by hand one by one, which requires a lot of manpower.

The camellia trees on the mountain are not fertilized and are semi-wild.

The camellia oleifera forest planted on the hills by the older generation is a collective cash crop for the production team, and the labor tasks also include repairing the camellia oleifera forest.

Camellia oleifera trees grow slowly, and weeds and miscellaneous trees grow quickly. Commune members must clean up the area around the camellia oleifera tree, otherwise the sun will be blocked and the camellia oleifera tree will slowly die.

The production team handed over the tasked Camellia oleifera fruits, and the remaining camellia fruits were distributed to the members for oil extraction. Only half a catty of Camellia oleifera fruits received in a year was pressed into oil.

Lin's tea oil in the oil jar was reluctant to eat, so he bumped it and applied a little bit on the injured area.

Add a few drops when stewing fish.

Lin Yuzhu's act of committing suicide by consuming all the tea oil she had saved for several years in one meal made Fang Shuhui gasp in pain.

But even after using it, it’s not easy to scold and lose face.

She ate the fragrant and delicious rice in small bites, enjoying and feeling distressed at the same time.

Lin Yuzhu felt a little guilty when she saw her struggling. It was hard to explain many things openly.

A large casserole of rice was completely eaten, and Lin Yuzhu had a lot of rice. It was all a labor of hard work. If we really wanted to eat openly, the production team would be able to use up the monthly rations in a few days at most.

Lin Yulan was so full that she burped. Fang Shuhui saw that the walls and bottom of the casserole were still shiny, so she took the leftover sweet potatoes from lunch and carefully smeared the oil on them, but she was also full.

"Mom! Are you full? I see your belly is full!" Lin Yulan smiled and leaned over to poke Fang Shuhui's belly.

Fang Shuhui glared at her in embarrassment, gently patted her hand away, and continued to clear the dishes on the table.

Lin Yuzhu lazily leaned against the wall, resting her arms on her pillow, thinking about asking Song Gang for leave at night.

Tomorrow in Shapaiwei, she will sell cakes to Xiao Dongming, buy some meat tickets, and go to the food company store to buy pork to make steamed buns.

We also have to go to the supply and marketing cooperative and the grain station. After receiving Wang Jinfeng's ticket, we have to make some snacks.

No morning is too busy.

She clasped her fingers lightly back and forth on the back of her head and sighed softly. It would be great if she had a bicycle.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a sturdy woman in a blue cloth shirt walking through the sunbathing door and walking towards the main room, holding a small basket covered with cloth on her arm.

Lin Yuzhu stood up and greeted her with a smile, "Aunt Hongmei, have you eaten?"

Zhao Hongmei's face was covered with sweat, her hair was messy, her dark red face had scratches with coagulated blood, strands of wet hair were stuck to her face, and her clothes were covered with mud and cracks.

"Niece Yuzhu, I have a funeral at home, so I won't come in." She raised her sleeves and wiped her face carelessly, forcing a smile, "I'm here to return the meat and eggs today."

After speaking, she quickly opened the cloth and brought a piece of pork tied with a straw rope and six eggs in a net bag to Lin Yuzhu.

"That old godly woman has never done anything unconscionable in her life. When she was old, she cheated her out of a big bowl of meat noodle soup, but she gave it to me. I ate the noodles, and I have to pay back the favor."

Lin Yuzhu looked at the pork belly, which was at least half a catty, and pushed it back with her hands.

"Auntie Hong, I just put a few slices of meat in there, just a little bit of thought. Besides, I still owe you a favor, so you can't do this."

She turned back and waved to Lin Yulan, "Yulan, come out with water and snacks."

After explaining, she smiled and pointed to the bamboo chair under the eaves, "Aunt Hongmei, sit down for a while, drink a bowl of water and rest."

"Don't sit down anymore. The debt collector at home is still waiting for me to eat. I'll put the things here for you. You know my aunt's temper. She will fall out when she says it. You can't beat me!"

Zhao Hongmei glared at her threateningly, hung her things on the bamboo chair and walked away in a hurry.

Lin Yuzhu looked at her back and sighed secretly.

I don’t know how Aunt Hong found out that she was the one who made the noodles that day.

The funeral was held the next day, but she did not go. It was her mother who went to the Yang family to help out as a family representative.

When I came back, I said that Grandma Yang and her daughters were crying and screaming, but Aunt Hongmei was so stunned that she didn't shed a single tear.

Wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, she was sent all the way to the field. She also refused to let the Yang family's men and nephews carry flags and throw basins. She insisted on letting Xiaolan do it herself.

When I got home, after the wedding banquet was held, I had a huge quarrel with some of my aunts. If it weren't for the members, we would have almost started fighting.

Lin Yuzhu looked at the meat hanging on the bamboo chair and sighed again. It was hot to the touch.

It can only be returned in another way.

As the sky darkened, Lin Yuzhu packed up her things and walked to the school. As she approached, she heard the women talking about Zhao Hongmei.

"When I went there, they beat me very hard. I heard that it was just for a piece of meat. It was brought here specially for the slaughter of a pig while drinking wine at my daughter's house."

"There are so many people in that family, how did she get it? Her sisters-in-law are not soft persimmons."

"I couldn't beat him at first, but not only a few sisters-in-law, but several men also took advantage of me! You son of a bitch, I was annoyed when I saw it, so I rushed up to help, but Zhao Hongmei kicked me down."

"Well, she doesn't want you to get into trouble. After all, she's not in our own production team, so it wouldn't be unreasonable to fight."

"I understand, and I don't blame her. I saw that there were so many of them, and after thinking about it, I couldn't beat them. So I let my niece hold the child, and I ran back to find the captain. When we rushed over, Zhao Hongmei was holding firewood.

She has a knife in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other. If she is not allowed to cut pork, she will cut human flesh!"

"What happened next?"

"The captain told me not to go over and wait for a while before talking. After Zhao Hongmei had cut off the flesh, he went over, scolded him and took the person away."

Lin Yuzhu stood outside and listened to the roar of laughter inside. She looked at Song Yi walking from a distance and curled her lips.

She could even imagine that Song Yi not only scolded Zhao Hongmei, but also the man who was fighting.

Zhao Hongmei had to work hard in her ex-husband's house. If the man died, she wouldn't be able to eat if she wasn't arrogant.

After getting a hundred kilograms of millet, he didn't even let anyone take away his quilt. He only took a small bag containing clothes to Yang's house.

She put her hands in her pockets and leaned lazily against the wall, her eyebrows crooked and she lowered her head and snickered.

Song Iron and Steel fought against the sky and the earth in the production team, but when he went to other people's territory, he still dared to fight with flying colors.

However, it's a bit cute to deliberately let Aunt Hong go on stage after cutting off her flesh.

"Why are you laughing? It's like a rat that stole lamp oil and ate it." Song Yi stood in front of her with his work score book under his arm.

Lin Yuzhu waved to him, waited for him to lower his head and put his ear to her ear, and then whispered: "You take care of me~"

Song Yi stood up straight and glared at her angrily, then turned and walked back to the classroom.
Chapter completed!