Forest Farm 1985: Raise a bear cub to climb the mountain

Chapter 18: Thank you for your book

"Little Bookbag, why did you just leave after putting down the meat?"

Dai Song had a complicated look in his eyes and reached out to touch his messy hair.

This kid and his mother were not originally from Tuanjietun. They were hooligans from outside the village with no house or land. They were often bullied when they arrived here, but they were all beaten away or scared away by this ruthless kid.

Seeing that he was a man of courage, Dai Song kept him by his side as his younger brother for a while.

With his help, Dai Song was doing quite well, and Xie Shubao also gained a lot of benefits. He and his mother successfully had a small courtyard in Tuanjietun.

From then on, the boy remembered Dai Song's kindness and followed Dai Song wholeheartedly until Dai Song went to the forest farm, when he took the initiative to cut off contact with him.

Later, Dai Song heard about Xie Shubao again. It was because he couldn't find a job, so he went to the town to help people watch the place. As a result, he encountered some troublemakers and was shot. He died despite rescue efforts.

Dai Song was very sad when he heard the news, but his wife had already passed away and he himself was in danger. Now that he has a new life, he hopes to lead this boy onto a broad road.

At the moment, Xie Shubao was lowering his head and didn't dare to look at him. He said:
"I saw Brother Song taking the bus home."

"so what?"

"."Xie Shubao was silent.

"So, you're afraid that I won't appreciate your favor after a while, so you put all the food on the wall of my house, right?"

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Although the other party didn't say anything, Dai Song felt that Xie Shubao was trembling all over.

It seems that he is right.

Although this child is poor, he never owes favors to others. He remembers everyone who has helped him.

"So what do you eat at home?"

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Looking at Xie Shubao's sunken cheeks, Dai Song took out ten yuan and handed it to him:
"Don't complain. If you still recognize me, I'll keep it."

"Ah?" Xie Shubao raised his head and looked at Dai Song, with a layer of mist in his eyes.

"It's a tiger."

Dai Song rubbed Xie Shubao's shoulder and said, "If you have any difficulties, tell me. Don't let your mother down. OK?"

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Xie Shubao's eyes reddened and he nodded slightly.

"Okay, let's go."

"Wait a minute, Brother Song!"

Xie Shubao quickly stopped Dai Song.
"Brother Song, that dog Diao Wenhua was upset with you yesterday, right?" There was a hint of ruthlessness in Xie Shubao's eyes.

"Why are you saying this?"

Dai Song pursed his lips to indicate that his daughter was there.

Xie Shubao was slightly startled, thought for a long time, and then tried to ask:
"After I saw him, I went to Ye Meilian's house and played house?"

"play house?"

Dai Song raised his eyebrows, but heard his daughter clapping excitedly:
"Play house! Let's play house!"

Dai Song teased his daughter and agreed to go back and play house with her. At the same time, he suddenly realized that the little schoolbag was reminding him:
These two people have a grudge against me, and Ye Meilin lives next door. If they really have any bad intentions, it would be easy for them to cause trouble!
At the same time, Dai Song's heart trembled suddenly. In his previous life, his sister committed suicide during this winter vacation. How could time be so short?
Could it be that the source of the tragedy that I have always wanted to change is right before my eyes?
In this case, Diao Wenhua and Ye Meilin must be eliminated!
Otherwise, I wouldn't feel at ease going up the mountain.

Thinking of this, Dai Song couldn't help but frown.

When Xiao Yingying in his arms saw this, she pressed Dai Song's eyebrows with both hands and stretched them to the sides, "Dad~"

Dai Song regained his composure at once after hearing his daughter's soft voice. He smiled and said:
"Little Bookbag, what's up with you lately?"

Xie Shubao shook his head repeatedly. He couldn't afford to go to school and his family had no land to farm. He just wanted to be a scoundrel and make some money to support himself and his mother.

And he took the initiative to remind Dai Song, waiting for Dai Song to give him orders.

"Help me keep an eye on Diao Wenhua, but remember, just keep an eye on him, and tell me if anything happens!"

Xie Shubao nodded, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.

After leaving Xie Shubao's house, Dai Song let his daughter ride on his neck and ran home quickly.

Xiao Yingying was so excited that she held Dai Song's head with one hand and held Dai Song's hand tightly with the other.
Excited but also a little scared, he kicked his short legs, "Fei Fei! Fei Fei!"

As soon as the father and daughter entered the courtyard, they smelled the aroma of pancakes. Xiao Yingying pulled Dai Song's ear,

"Bingbing! Daddy, give me a bibble!" "Okay!" Dai Song carried Yingying into the house and saw three women busying around the stove.

Tang Liping held a large spoon in her hand and scooped the batter from the basin into the pot.

Jiang Weiqun held a pair of chopsticks and controlled the heat of the pancake.

The daughter-in-law was standing by with a knife, cutting the sand chicken with great effort.

I don't know whether it was the credit of the twenty kilograms of flour and forty-nine dollars and eighty cents, or the praise from Dongfang.

Jiang Weiqun did not bother Dai Song with hunting again for the time being.

Dai Songxiang touched the girl's forehead, whispered a few words in her ear, then put Yingying down and walked to Nan Chunwan with a smile.

"young married woman?"

Nan Chunwan trembled slightly when she heard that, and almost cut her hand with the kitchen knife.

Dai Song took the knife and pushed Nan Chunwan aside.
"I'll come, you go and rest."

Nan Chunwan's face turned red and she quickly ran behind the stove to watch the fire.

Seeing this, Dai Song curled the corners of his mouth. He looked at the cleaned sand chicken that was ready to be cut into pieces. He thought about the method in his mind and started cutting it.

The sand chicken is small, so just cut it a few times, otherwise it will easily fall apart in the pot.

"Son, do you know how to cook chicken feather dishes?! Go away, go somewhere cooler! Don't make trouble here!"

When Jiang Weiqun heard the sound of Dai Song chopping vegetables, she felt sorry for her own kitchen knife and chopping board.

"Who said I can't do it? Don't move, I'll do it!"

Dai Song was pushed away from the stove by Jiang Weiqin after being criticized and insulted.
He made excuses, but in his heart he had finally found the root of his sister-in-law's sharp tongue.

The key is that he is really good at cooking.

After he repented in his previous life, he learned to cook for himself.

Although I had no common sense at the beginning, I did a lot of operations such as heating oil in a pan and adding water.

But practice makes perfect, and after wasting so much food, he naturally realized that he was no longer suitable for cooking.

However, he did manage to develop a few dishes, one of which is this sand chicken.

Shaban chicken is a specialty of her hometown, and most importantly, Shaban chicken is Nan Chunwan’s specialty.

In his previous life, he kept trying to make Shabanji because he was reminiscing about his wife.

Now, Dai Song finally has the opportunity to let her try her skills.

Because he planned to stir-fry the salted cabbage with the half-baked chicken, Dai Song went to the yard to prepare the side dishes.
As a result, when he picked up a pickle and returned to the house excitedly, he found that the sand half chicken had already been put into the pot.

Jiang Weiqin frowned and stood beside the pot, cursing:

"You know nothing! What the hell are you cutting? It's like you didn't cut anything at all. And you even want me to change the knife!"

At that moment, Dai Song heard something breaking in his chest.

Family separation is imminent!
Jiang Weiqin saw Dai Song coming into the room, took a look at him, and cursed as he stir-fried the food.

"Hey! Come here! Look, you said you can cook, but you only cut it like this?"

Dai Song stood by the pot like a zombie.
The half-cooked sand chicken in the pot sizzled, and that was the sound of tonight's shattered fantasies.

Seeing Dai Song didn't say anything, Jiang Weiqin kept busy and said:

"That's perfect! Wash and cut the pickles and eat them with the bread later."

Dai Song turned around mechanically, and she saw Dai Song holding the scallion and ginger condiments in his hand, so she grabbed them.
"That's right! There's nothing for you to do now. Go upstairs and cut some pickles!"

Dai Song was angry. This was too disrespectful to his labor results!

He was the one who hunted the chicken, he was the one who cut the chicken, he was the one who said he would do it, but in the end he got the upper hand.

Now even the side dishes have been taken away, Dai Song can no longer hold back!
He came to Jiang Weiqin with anger. Although the chicken was half cooked, it could still be saved.
The most important thing is to let mom know that she should treat him, Dai Song, with respect!

But when Dai Song noticed Jiang Weiqin's murderous glance,

He was frightened and couldn't control himself, laughing foolishly:
"It smells so good, Mom."

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