Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

Aunt Li and Dongmei couldn't say anything now. You can't express your gratitude even if you are polite about this kind of thing. At that time, Old Uncle Feng's index was sold for 100 yuan.

So Dongmei said: "Xiaomo, thank you for thinking about me. If you really don't want to go, then I will ask for this quota. However, I will buy according to the price. I won't give you more, and you Don't think too little."

Yang Mo quickly refused: "Sister Dongmei, I don't need the money. If I want to sell, I won't come to you. In this way, when I give birth later, you and your aunt can help me when you have time."

Yang Mo also left a way out in his heart. Although he had prepared everything, he was still afraid that he would not be able to take care of it during the confinement period.

Also, in the previous life on the Internet, Yang Mo actually checked, and there was no such thing as confinement in foreign countries, but in China, it has continued.

Maybe it's because people's physiques are different, or maybe it's because of different eating habits, but Chinese people still attach great importance to confinement.

Yang Mo thought, if he can't take care of it, Aunt Li or Dongmei can help, and he can handle it better.

Dongmei doesn't think so: "Even if I don't have this job, I should help you or I have to help you. These are two different things. I should give you money or I have to give you money."

Of course Yang Mo wouldn't want it, let alone 100, she wouldn't even want 1000, as she and Su Yang said, it's not a matter of more money or less money.

If he took the college entrance examination, he would have to throw away this job sooner or later, but he didn't suffer much.

"Su Yang and I also have some savings now, and we have enough money in our hands. Even if I don't give you this job, I will quit directly, so I definitely won't ask for the money, and you don't want to give it to me. I don't want to trouble you."

"This..." Dongmei expressed her embarrassment.

"Okay, just listen to me, I won't tell you anymore, I'll take a look at your baby."

Yang Mo turned to look at Dongmei's son.

Dongmei's son is called Li Chenggong, and I don't know who gave it the name. It's hard to say whether the name is good or bad, but his father is Li Gang anyway.

The little guy is very chubby, playing on the small mat with his legs upside down, and he is still um~ah~ in his mouth.

To be honest, looking at children is very fun, Yang Mo sometimes thinks, if he gets a pair of them, and the two little ones roll back and forth on the kang, it must be fun.

In fact, this is inexperienced, only seeing the fun, not the annoying time.

Of course, no matter what it is, Yang Mo will continue, especially after pregnancy, as the belly grows day by day, it seems that the connection with the child in the belly is getting closer.

This feeling is very strange, and it also gave her a kind of expectation for the child.

Yang Mo teased Li Chenggong for a while. The child was cheerful and had a nice voice at first, but after a while, he started crying.

And the crying was extremely shocking, the small body was full of explosive power, and Yang Mo was a little scared, maybe he didn't like himself.

Dongmei hurried over when she heard this guy's call, picked up the child, and lifted up the skirt, the child stopped crying, and stepped forward very neatly, and started to groan.

Yang Mo felt a little funny, the little guy is not big, but he is quite clever.

Dongmei smiled and said, "This cub, when he cries, he's hungry. If he isn't fed, he can keep crying."

Yang Mo smiled: "I thought I was just kidding."

Dongmei: "No way, such a small child can't make me cry."

After Dongmei fed the children, Yang Mo sat for a while, and before leaving, he took half a basket of mother-in-laws and went home. As for the work, I will go to the office of the fruit tree field to talk about it tomorrow, and Dongmei can take over later.

The succession is based on indicators, and the specific work has to be assigned in the field. She must not be assigned to do work that she cannot do.

When I got home, I washed my mother-in-law twice with water, then soaked it in a big basin, and Yang Mo started to prepare lunch.

When going to work, no one comes back to have lunch now, because the cafeteria has already been built. Although it costs money, the price is not expensive. Only the old members are reluctant to go home to eat, and the educated youths who work basically eat in the cafeteria. .

Including the days when Yang Mo went to work.

So she was alone at noon, and Yang Mo didn't want to bother too much. At noon, there was only a fruit plate and a steak.

The fruit plate is not big but there are many kinds. The steak is authentic Wagyu. It tastes like a petty bourgeoisie.

It can be said that even in later generations, Yang Mo's life is not so comfortable. He eats the best food, has no pressure in life, and his husband is capable and caring. Yang Mo feels that his life is happy now.

Of course, what is even happier is that she has no special reaction to pregnancy, neither throws up nor feels uncomfortable, and can eat whatever she wants, so she can enjoy it this way.

The steak is fried until it is half-cooked, lightly sliced ​​with a knife, the outside is charred and the inside is tender, the juice is full, and the meat is full of flavor.

After eating in the mouth, the fat is heated and dispersed into the lean meat fiber, which is soft and fragrant, directly stimulating people's most primitive taste buds.

Really, it’s no wonder later generations that wagyu beef is so expensive. It’s really delicious, especially the fine fat distribution, which just satisfies the absorption of the meat. Yang Mo thinks that this kind of food should be expensive.

Yang Mo ate this meal in the space, sitting on a bright platform, with a tablecloth on the dining table, and then fork in the left hand and knife in the right. She didn't pay much attention to Western food, but she just ate a sense of nobility.

In later generations, Yang Mo had eaten western food, and when he was still in college, the restaurant was right in front of the school.

But that level of western restaurant is just for posting Moments for students from low-income families like Yang Mo.To say how authentic, really not.

Therefore, she knows how to eat, but rarely understands etiquette.

Now Yang Mo understands that eating is a kind of comfort and a state of mind. Only by enjoying delicious food can one have this kind of slow-moving aristocratic feeling.

Instead of eating a Western meal just to show off, there is a sense of ceremony and a lot of posing. The photos must not only reflect the faces of the people, but also must reflect the food on the table.

Yang Mo doesn't feel that way now, mainly because he has it, and if he doesn't lack it, he won't cherish and care so much.

After eating, Yang Mo moved around in the space, then took a nap for a while, and then got up to read a book.

This is basically her next life rhythm, but Yang Mo is also planning her future life while reading.

For example, if you want to apply for the exam, you have to take the school in Beijing, and you have to rent a house in Beijing. Well, you have to rent two more houses. After all, you have to consider these two in your stomach.