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Chapter 37 Processing

Chapter 37 Processing

Zhou Yi stretched out his hand towards Song Xi and then pulled her over. Song Xi fell on him without noticing. Zhou Yi's slender and powerful arms hugged her, making it impossible for her to break away, "Brother Yi, you are very good at it."

Ah, did you used to practice Jiazi?"

Song Xi had wanted to ask for a long time. It was fish, pheasant and snake, which meant that the man was very skilled. With such good skills, it was normal for him to be able to save hundreds of dollars.

only……

Since he had hundreds of dollars, why did he need to borrow money to get a wife?

"Daughter-in-law, let me answer your first question first. As for why I don't dress like this, it's not because I usually work outside, and my clothes are easily scratched by branches and weeds. Even the best clothes are a waste." Also.

One reason is that everyone wears shabby clothes. If he puts on clothes and shows off outside, wouldn't it mean that the threshold will be stepped on?

What they are doing cannot be told to outsiders, otherwise they don’t know what kind of results are waiting for them!

Zhou Yi's forehead was pressed against Song Xi's, and their breaths were intertwined, which was a bit hot. Song Xi was very embarrassed, "Daughter-in-law, as for the second question you asked, I can tell you sincerely that I am not a practicing

As for my family’s skills, they are just honed in the fields and mountains!”

While Zhou Yi was talking, he rubbed her forehead and the tip of her nose, and the taste soon changed. Zhou Yi gasped and pressed his lips to Song Xi's lips. It was obvious what he wanted to do.

Song Xi's heart was beating rapidly, and she wanted to hide back, but Zhou Yi stretched out his hand to hold the back of her head, leaving her nowhere to hide, "Daughter-in-law, I won't do anything to you, don't be afraid."

He just wanted to get some sweetness from Song Xi!

It was late at night, but the small mountain village was not quiet. Frogs and insects were chirping outside. The evening breeze blew on the face, bringing a slight chill. Zhou Yi carried Song Xi back to the room, "Didn't we ask them to come at four or five in the morning?

?Why don’t you take the time to sleep?”

The wound on Song Xi's head has scabbed over, and now it hardly hurts when touched, so she no longer has to be so cautious when sleeping, and can turn over as much as she wants.

But as soon as she turned over, an arm suddenly appeared around her waist, making her freeze for a moment and not daring to move. She knew that Man Xia was very angry, so it was best not to provoke him.

At about four o'clock the next morning, when the sky had just turned a little fishy, ​​there were figures moving outside Zhou Yi's house. Hearing a knock on the door, Zhou Yi went out to open the door and called them in.

Song Xi also yawned and came over. Seeing several gay men holding wooden buckets in their hands, she covered her mouth with her hands and yawned before asking, "Are you washed? Was it washed with well water?"

"Yes, they're all washed up." Zhou Ping nodded repeatedly, and you could see his excitement from his brows.

"Let's go to the stove house!" After Song Xi finished speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the stove house. Zhou Yi followed. When he arrived at the stove house, Zhou Yi lit the candle and then sat behind the stove at Song Xi's reminder.

Make a fire.

The two worked together to make a plate of stir-fried frog. Song Xi put the stir-fried frog on a plate, brought it to the table, and said to them, "Try it and see how it tastes."

In fact, when the fragrance first came out, several gay men who had been working in the fields for most of the night couldn't help drooling. They didn't expect that ordinary frogs could be so fragrant after passing through Song Xi's hands, so when Song Xi put them in

When the stir-fried frog was brought to the table and told to eat, they took out the chopsticks from the chopstick basket on Zhou Yi's cupboard as quickly as possible and started eating quickly.

The delicious food couldn't stop at all. In a short while, the three of them finished a plate of fried frog. Song Xi and Zhou Yi looked at each other, feeling that it was a bit too exaggerated.

"Is it delicious?" Looking at the three gay men who were still unfinished, Song Xi was a little amused. Sure enough, the modern way of making it could surprise them. "Now this kind of processed food should be able to be sold, right?"

"It's really delicious." The way Sheng Jiahe looked at Song Xi changed. He really fell in love with Song Xi's cooking skills. How could Zhou Yi be so lucky to marry such a capable wife?

He is so envious.

"It's delicious, it's delicious." Zhou Ping is not a big fan of spicy food. He was so spicy that he fanned his face with his hands and made a gasping sound. Why didn't they know how to process it like this? Thinking about the past

He regretted missing out on so much money.

Mo Jiaxiang said, "Song Xi, please help us cook the remaining frogs. We will try them out. If they can be sold, we will share the money with you."

"Okay, let's have a pleasant cooperation." Song Xi cooked the remaining frogs again. The stir-fried frogs were put into two clean wooden barrels, weighing about thirty kilograms. "I recommend you go to the factory first.

Test the water in the nearby family area, because the people there are richer and willing to buy things. Also, the people there have to get up early to go to work. They don’t procrastinate. They will buy what they want, and people who don’t want to buy will not follow you.

wasting time."

"You can let people try a piece at the beginning, and then decide whether to buy it or not. As for the price, you can decide it. I have never sold anything, and I don't know."

There is no bullock cart at this point, so they can only walk there by themselves. If they walk faster, it will take less time than the bullock cart, which takes about more than two hours. However, the bullock cart only returns in the evening. If they don't wait for the bullock cart to come back by themselves, then

It takes five or six hours to go back and forth, which is really hard work.

So Song Xi was too embarrassed to participate in the dividends. After all, she had done almost nothing except adding some seasonings and processing them. The three gay men were the ones who had the most trouble.

The three people discussed who would go to the commune, and left carrying the heavy barrels. They all hoped for a good start.

If they can succeed, they will have another source of income.

"Brother Yi, I left this for you, you can try it." Seeing Zhou Yi close the courtyard door and return to the kitchen house, Song Xi quickly brought the small bowl of stir-fried frog she had left quietly to Zhou Yi.

The first plate of fried food was snatched up by Zhou Ping, Sheng Jiahe, and Mo Jiaxiang. However, Zhou Yi, who was in charge of lighting the fire, didn't eat a single morsel. So when the plate was being served, Song Xi quietly

A small bowl was left for Zhou Yi to reward him for getting up so early to help light the fire.

Zhou Yi held Song Xi's head, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and said softly, "Thank you, wife, for still thinking about me. My wife has been busy for such a long time and it's hard work. My wife, please go back to the room to catch up on some sleep."

I'll come soon."

"Okay." Song Xi covered her mouth and let out a big yawn, then turned and went back to the room. She was woken up at about four o'clock and worked for more than an hour to about five o'clock. It was indeed hard enough. I hope Sheng Sheng

If they can sell the stir-fried frogs, they will be sorry for their hard work.

(End of chapter)


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