Framed at the beginning: Female educated youth forced to marry disabled military officer

His lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were sore, and there were tears in his clear eyes.

Meng Xiaoman didn't know why she suddenly became hypocritical. She had encountered many more dangerous dangers in the last days, but she had never felt aggrieved like this.

Xiao Xiangdong was waiting for her under the tree. When he saw her landing safely, his heart dropped.

Just as he reached out to remove the bamboo basket from her back, he saw tears welling up in her beautiful peach blossom eyes. Xiao Xiangdong's hands froze in the air.

After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took off the things on her back.

"It's not too tiring even if you carry it on your back."

Meng Xiaoman was feeling uncomfortable and didn't want to look at him, so she turned away and turned her back to him.

Xiao Xiangdong put his hand on her shoulder and tightened his grip on the strap. Although Meng Xiaoman was angry, carrying half of the basket of persimmons was really heavy, but she was still angry, so she didn't turn around. She just felt his movement and Shaking her shoulders, she followed his movements and removed the backpack.

Xiao Xiangdong stood behind her and could not see her expression. He could only hear her sobbing softly, and her raised arms seemed to be wiping away tears.

He began to regret that he shouldn't have spoken to her like that, but her situation was really dangerous at that time and scared him. He couldn't hold it back for a moment, and his voice couldn't help but become a little more serious.

He swore that he was really only serious, not harsh, not even one-tenth of what he was when he was training soldiers before.

Xiao Xiangdong had never coaxed a woman, let alone a crying woman. After recalling the scene of the instructor comforting the recruit Danzi, he hesitantly stretched out a hand and patted Meng Xiaoman's shoulder and upper back gently. "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have hurt you. Stop crying..."

The feeling of grievance came suddenly. Meng Xiaoman cried for a while and then she was fine. She reflected that maybe Xiao Xiangdong was too gentle to her before, and she was used to his gentleness, so she subconsciously felt aggrieved when she heard his harsh words.

What Meng Xiaoman didn't understand was that at the end of the world, she had lost her relatives and friends and was alone. No matter how wronged she was, no one would feel sorry or comfort her. She could only make her heart strong and hard.

But now it's different.

"Humph, of course it's your fault! I'll punish you by washing all these persimmons and peeling them clean." Meng Xiaoman said forcefully, and quickly turned around and walked into the house.

What a shame! For this little thing, I actually cried.

Meng Xiaoman felt a little embarrassed and quickly ran away.

Xiao Xiangdong was washing persimmons in the yard, and Meng Xiaoman had nothing to do in the house. When he saw that his clothes were stained with dust when he climbed a tree, he changed them and planned to take them to a nearby stream to wash them.

Xiao Xiangdong washes all the clothes at home, except his own clothes. It must be said that Xiao Xiangdong is qualified as a house cook. Although his cooking skills are still lacking, at least he has a good attitude.

"I go wash cloth."

Meng Xiaoman passed by the yard, dropped these words, and walked out.

The mountain stream in late autumn was cold. After Meng Xiaoman finished washing her clothes, her hands were already red.

The stream is very clear, and if you look carefully, you can see there are many dark snails in it.

As the saying goes, when the autumn wind blows, the snails become fatter.

Although I missed the fattest time, it is not too late.

Meng Xiaoman sent the clothes back to dry, and then came over with a bamboo basket and dustpan.

No matter how small a snail is, it is still a piece of meat. There are many mountain snails in the creek. Meng Xiaoman reluctantly went back after fishing half of the bamboo basket. It's time to make dinner.

Soak the snails in water, add some salt, and expel the sand faster. Once all the sand is spit out, you can cook it and eat it.

Meng Xiaoman was busy with her own business and did not talk to Xiao Xiangdong. Usually when the two of them are together, Meng Xiaoman usually takes the initiative to find topics. She has a cheerful personality and doesn't like dullness. Xiao Xiangdong can talk a lot more under her guidance. But at this moment, she didn't speak, and Xiao Xiangdong didn't know how to start talking.

After thinking for a while, I finally said:

"What do you want for dinner? Do you want some spicy rabbit?"

I only ate half of the rabbit I caught last time. The remaining half was salted and hung outside to dry. I just made it for today.

Xiao Xiangdong discovered that Meng Xiaoman likes spicy food and likes to add two chili peppers for seasoning even when stir-frying vegetables. This time to get vegetable seeds, he asked Aunt Wang for some more pepper seeds.

When she said that, Meng Xiaoman did feel a little greedy. She smiled and responded, but felt that eating it alone was getting too hot, so she added, "How about some more stir-fried vegetables?"

"Okay." Xiao Xiangdong felt relieved when he saw that she had returned to her usual appearance.

"Then you light the fire and I'll do it."

During this time, Xiao Xiangdong learned to cook from her, and he could also make simple dishes, but they were not as delicious as Meng Xiaoman.

Meng Xiaoman cooked, Xiao Xiangdong lit the fire, and the two chatted.

"There is a market tomorrow. Didn't you want to go to the market before? You can take the village mule cart there tomorrow morning."

"Hmm, I'm going to buy pottery urns and pots."

A pottery urn is used when making persimmons and frosting them, and a jar is used to store pickled pickled vegetables.

"By the way, I'll drop by the town again and buy some meat from the supply and marketing cooperative. You can ask Zhang Dongliang's friends to come over for lunch. They helped me move and repair the house before. It's just a good time to treat them to a meal to thank them. .”

Meng Xiaoman also wants to go to the black market again to find opportunities to sell the rice noodles in the space.

"Okay." Xiao Xiangdong responded, pulled out the sweet potatoes roasted under the stove fire, knocked off the ashes on them, and handed them to Meng Xiaoman.

When roasting sweet potatoes in an earthen stove, you cannot put them directly into the stove for roasting. Firewood is burning in the stove. If the fire is too strong, the sweet potatoes will be burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. Instead, they must be roasted in the ash room on the next floor. The ash chamber is the place where plant ashes are stored. It is under the stove and separated by a grate. The burned plant ashes leak through the grate into the ash chamber below.

When roasting, pull out some of the burned embers in the stove frequently, so that sparks and broken firewood can leak onto the sweet potatoes in the ash room below.

When the rice is ready, the sweet potatoes in the gray room are also roasted.

To roast sweet potatoes using this method, choose those that are slender and small in size, as they are easy to roast.

The freshly roasted sweet potatoes were sweet and soft. Meng Xiaoman broke off half of them and handed them to Xiao Xiangdong.

"You can eat it." Xiao Xiangdong didn't like eating these very much. He didn't have enough to eat when he was a child, so he often stole sweet potatoes from the fields and roasted them. He was tired of roasted sweet potatoes.

"Hurry up, it's going to be hot."

Xiao Xiangdong hurriedly followed, while Meng Xiaoman blew on her fingers because they were hot.

"Let it cool before eating, be careful not to burn it."

Meng Xiaoman didn't listen at all. The essence of roasted sweet potatoes is to eat them hot to make them more delicious. "You don't understand, hiss, ha, it's so hot, so it tastes better."

Xiao Xiangdong saw that she was so hot that he could not hold his tongue straight, but he ate it deliciously and was infected. He pinched the other half of the roasted sweet potato and took a bite. Well, it was indeed sweeter and more delicious than what he had eaten before.

The spicy diced rabbit was so delicious that Meng Xiaoman accidentally overate it.

She slept too much in the morning and her stomach was full. After washing up in the evening, Meng Xiaoman was still not sleepy at all.

On the kang, a small square kang table was placed between the two bunks, with oil lamps lit on it.

The kang table was given by Uncle Li when he was making furniture.

People in the village rarely make furniture. A set of furniture can last for ten or even decades. They made a lot of things this time and paid directly. There are too few ways to make money in the countryside, so many people ask him to make things, and either give him some coarse grains or some work points. This time, the money given by Xiao Xiangdong was paid back in one go, and there was no bargaining, which made Uncle Li very happy, so he used the remaining wood to make an extra small kang table.

Meng Xiaoman was lying on the kang table, thinking about tomorrow's lunch. Fearing that she would forget, she took a pen and paper and started writing what she would be on duty tomorrow.

"How many dishes do you usually order when you treat guests to a meal in the village?"

"It depends on the situation. It's usually an even number, such as four, six, eight, ten, etc. Seven dishes are OK, but five dishes are not. Five dishes are usually used when offering tribute, and the villagers are more taboo. Tomorrow it will be three of them. Plus the two of us, five people, four dishes will be enough. The country conditions are here, they are all acquaintances, they won't mind."

Meng Xiaoman planned to buy a piece of pork belly, make braised pork, buy some eggs, and make a pepper egg. She also had freshly caught screws at home, fry another screw, and finally add hot and sour shredded potatoes.

Men are better eaters, so Meng Xiaoman plans to make large portions and serve them in pots.

"By the way, don't wake up tomorrow. Let's not steam the multi-grain steamed buns. Tomorrow we will eat rice. My mother sent me some food stamps today, and I will buy some fine grains tomorrow."

Just take this opportunity to take out the rice and flour in the space.