In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

While the mother and son were talking, Zhao Zhenhua came over patting the grass clippings on his body. When he saw Song Hongguo, he smiled and said hello, "Cousin, are you back?"

Even though he had worked all morning in vain and was tired and hungry, he was very happy. His father was almost worried about the two hundred yuan that the team owed. Now that it was finally solved, he felt very fond of Song Hongguo.

Grateful.

This is the God of Wealth who delivers money to your door. How can he be unfriendly?

Song Hongguo was very grateful when she saw her working so hard, "Thank you for your hard work, cousin."

"You're welcome, we're all a family." He turned and shouted into the distance, "Yonghui, stop doing this, go back to eat first, and we'll talk in the afternoon."

After he shouted, he explained to Song Hongguo in a low voice, "Yonghui's house is not far from your place. It's the first house diagonally across the street. It's also a close neighbor. My father asked him to help. He is hard-working and quick at work. He also talks privately.

I learned carpentry from Uncle Cheng, but...there are some inappropriate ingredients, so don't think too much about it, and don't talk about it."

He spoke vaguely and his expression was cryptic, but after Song Hongguo thought about it for a moment, he understood that the elders of this man named Yonghui were probably from landlord backgrounds.

Although he hasn't reached those years yet, his identity is very sensitive. It's okay if no one in the village targets him. If there is, it will be very miserable. Now it seems that Zhao Baoqing should be willing to protect him, but it's just

In private, I dare not put it in the public eye.

Song Hongguo knew what was going on and nodded. The man had already walked over from a distance. He was very tall and wore a dusty cotton-padded jacket. He lowered his head and took long steps, as if he had arrived in the blink of an eye.

As he got closer, Song Hongguo could see his face clearly. He was very thin, and there was a scar at the end of his eyebrows, which made him look a bit unapproachable. However, it did not detract from his handsomeness, but his eyes were like the dead sea, and there was no trace of youthfulness.

Human vitality.

"Yonghui, this is my aunt's cousin. Well, she bought this house." Zhao Zhenhua introduced them to the two of them, and his words were vague. After all, Song Hongguo's identity was too easy to offend if you dig deeper.

People make irresponsible remarks.

Qiao Yonghui just nodded silently as a response.

Song Hongguo didn't have much to say, so she smiled awkwardly but politely and said "thank you".

The atmosphere suddenly froze for no reason. Zhao Zhenhua scratched his head and was about to find something to say. Qiao Yonghui spoke in a low voice with a bit of hoarseness, "I'm going back."

This was said to Zhao Zhenhua, who nodded subconsciously, "Ah, okay, so what, will you come back this afternoon?"

"Um."

When he crossed the threshold, Song Hongguo thought of something and quickly stopped him, "Wait a minute."

Qiao Yonghui stopped but didn't look at her.

Song Hongguo stopped the person, but was struggling with how to express her words, "What, I'm really sorry for letting you come over to work. Look..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted, "Uncle Zhao asked me to come."

The implication is that I work for Uncle Zhao and it has nothing to do with you.

Song Hongguo, "..."

After his charm was thwarted at Huo Minglou, was he being ignored again?

She just doesn't want to owe a favor and wants to tactfully ask how she can repay it. Why is she avoiding it so much?

Zhao Zhenhua laughed dryly, his eyes rolled around on the net bag she was carrying, and he had an idea, "Cousin, what did you buy?"

"...meat buns."

Zhao Zhenhua swallowed subconsciously, "Well, Yonghui has to work hard in the afternoon. The rules in our team are to help with the work for a day or two. Just pay the outsider and take care of the food."

Hearing this, Song Hongguo breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the net bag without hesitation. Fortunately, she had bought more before. She grabbed two at once, and then she was embarrassed again.

There are no bags to put it in.

But Qiao Yonghui was shocked. The steamed buns were pure white flour without any adulteration. They were white and soft and exuded a rich meaty aroma, which really stimulated people's taste buds.

Who can afford to eat pure white flour these days? It’s all sweet potato flour and corn flour, mixed with wild vegetables or bran. Because of the two consecutive years of drought, at the beginning of this year, some people started digging up tree roots, peeling off the bark and grinding it up.

To satisfy my hunger.

One can imagine what a strong visual impact these two meat buns can bring.

Qiao Yonghui couldn't be more proud in his bones. Even if he is crushed into dust now, he has never lost his ambition. However, at this moment, he thinks of his sick grandma, his sister and nephew whose legs are weak from hunger, and he refuses and says no.

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"Take it, take it!" Zhao Zhenhua restrained his excitement and forced the bun into Qiao Yonghui's hand, "Take it back and give it to Grandma Qiao and Xiao Xu."

Qiao Yonghui's throat was dry, and after a moment he forced out one word, "Yeah."

"Take two more, and the ones with cabbage oil residue..." Song Hongguo grabbed two more buns and handed them to him.

However, the moment her fingers touched his, he hurriedly said, "No need," as if he was burned by fire, and rushed down the steps in two or two steps, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Song Hongguo was confused. Why did she hit him? Why did she seem to be running away?

"You're teasing someone." The system suddenly popped up.

"...use a bun to tease her?" Song Hongguo was speechless. It was so rare. It was the first time she had heard of it.

"You used candy to seduce Huo Minglou, didn't you succeed in getting people to talk to you?" The system said confidently, "These days, food is scarce, and using food to seduce men is more effective than any other method."

"..."

"Now do you understand the importance of this tradition? As long as you have food in hand, you can have any handsome guy you want."

Song Hongguo couldn't hold it back and twitched the corner of her mouth. Seeing Zhao Zhenhua still staring at the two undelivered buns in her hand, the light in her eyes almost turned into substance, so she handed them to him, "Cousin, I'm tired too.

It’s been a whole morning, why don’t you eat a cushion first?”

Zhao Zhenhua really wanted to eat, and saliva secreted crazily in his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and controlled it, "Wait, eat later."

If he eats it now, his father will beat him to death knowing he is so worthless.

Song Hongguo didn't know that just eating a steamed bun could rise to the level of being out of breath but not out of breath, but she saw that there was still dirt on his hands, so she didn't persuade him any more.

After locking the door, several people went to Zhao's house.

The Zhao family has prepared meals. There is a table on the Kang, and a table below the Kang. On each low table is a grate made of sorghum stalks, with a pile of steamed buns stacked on it. The color is black or not.

Whether it is green or not, I don’t know what ingredients it is made from. In addition, I also put together four kinds of vegetables, a pot of stewed cabbage, a plate of fried radish strips, a bowl of spicy pimple shreds, and a bowl of pickled cucumbers.

There is no oil in any of the dishes, but at the moment, it is not easy to come up with these. This also reflects the Zhao family's attitude towards Song Hongguo.

I don’t know if I’m close to him or not, but I definitely value him very much.

Of course, it may also be because of the candy and cigarettes that opened the way and bought the house to solve a big problem for Zhao Baoqing, so he treated her as a guest. After she brought out the meat buns and pastries, this regard became even more important.

One floor.