The rough guy in his 60s was easily manipulated by the queen of the apocalypse

Xia Ye came out of Qi's house and went home directly, ignoring what happened to Qi Daya and Sun Dingxiang here.

At this time, all feudal and superstitious things are prohibited. Although it is not explicitly prohibited to go to graves and burn paper, most people will not do it with great fanfare.

From behind Xia Ye's house through a small road on the mountain, all the way to the north is a cemetery. Everyone calls it the "Rocky Gangzi". The elderly of any family who have died will be buried there.

As soon as Xia Ye entered the yard, he saw Old Man Xia walking over from the path over there. Xia Ye suddenly thought of the rocky hill over there. He probably came here to clear up his doubts. You must know that Xiao Xia Ye’s grandma and My parents are buried there.

Xia Ye sneered in her heart, these two old people were quite resistant, and they could still climb the mountain even though she was so scared.

Xia Ye is not paying attention to Old Man Xia. Do whatever you like. See you next month.

When I got home, the house was still very hot. I walked around in a circle, but it was very boring. I didn’t know what to do. She didn’t look like a young girl waiting to be married. Xia Ye just lay down on the kang and made a big character .

I always felt like I had forgotten something, but I didn't think of it for a while. Xia Ye had never been someone who would embarrass herself. Let's not say whether she really forgot something, even if it was true. If you forgot, that also proves that this matter is not that important, or how could you forget it?

Now that I have this time to force myself to think about what I have forgotten, I might as well think about what to eat at night. This is a big deal. Fortunately, it is winter and I only eat two meals a day. What to eat is a big problem.

Seeing that it was still early, Xia Ye decided to eat dumplings. Only a wealthy person like Xia Ye dared to eat them in such a way. No one else would be willing to eat them. What Xia Ye said was that other families could only eat them all year round. A good thing for once.

Qi Yunjing and Xia Xiaojun have long been accustomed to this. Xia Xiaojun doesn't need anyone to ask him. No matter how much he eats at home, he won't reveal anything outside, even if he is not sure where his sister's money comes from. , but the brat also had his own guesses in his heart. For his sister, the brat could only feel grateful and distressed.

After Qi Yunjing drove the ox cart back here, he returned to Xia Ye's house first, just to see if the kang was still hot. Xia Ye was the kind of person who especially liked the hot kang head, even if he lay on the kang during the day People also need to cover themselves with quilts when sleeping. Qi Yunjing has discovered this a long time ago.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Xia Ye making noodles.

"Why are you back? I was thinking of picking you up later."

"Well, Sun Dingxiang is going to see Daya. I don't want to talk nonsense to her, so I'll go back first, otherwise Daya will feel uncomfortable."

Qi Yunjing listened to Xia Ye's words, washed his hands at the same time, and then took off the apron from Xia Ye's waist.

"I'll do it. I poured some water for you. Go wash your hands. What are you going to do with the dough? Pancakes?"

"Let's make some dumplings for dinner tonight. If you want to eat pancakes, I'll make them for you tomorrow morning."

Knowing that it was the dough for making dumplings, Qi Yunjing also knew how much water to put in, and mixed the noodles while pouring the water.

"I can do anything. Whatever you like to eat, I will cook for you."

Xia Ye really started to think about what she wanted to eat.

"Yunjing, let's fry fried cakes tomorrow morning. I want to eat that."

Qi Yunjing would try his best to satisfy Xia Ye's request, just a meal of fried cakes, even if there were no conditions.

"Okay, then I'll go to town later and buy some soybean oil."

There are oil mills in the brigade next door and in the town, but there are no oil mills here in the Unity Brigade. There are soybeans in the fields, but they are usually the quota of mission rations. There is not much left, and even less according to the work points.

Every household in the countryside knows how to get by. They usually eat meat and oil. Soybeans can be exchanged for tofu. Bean sprouts or something like that is also a very good dish. There is no need to get soybean oil and deduct the handling fee. .

So the usual fried food became a luxury.

"No need to buy it, I have plenty of soybean oil."

Xia Ye's ten acres of fertile land have long been planted with soybeans. Except for the goods for Qiao Hongdang and Qiao Hongying, Xia Ye himself can't consume much at all. It can be said that most of them are recycled to the system. The points are calculated by the naked eye. Visible speed growth.

Now Qi Yunjing can naturally accept whatever Xia Ye says. Xia Ye is like having a treasure bag, and he can take out whatever he wants.

"Okay, then go grab a handful of red beans, pick them out, soak them in hot water, and then reveal the bean paste in the evening."

Xia Ye is rarely well-behaved. The red beans are still from her space mall. At the same time, she also gets a large bag of white sugar. When making bean filling, she needs to put some in it. When eating fried cakes, she also needs to dip them in white sugar.

White sugar was also a rarity at this time. In the eyes of people of this era, anything sweet and oily was a good thing.

White sugar is expensive, but people in the village also have alternatives, that is, saccharin. During the winter and Chinese New Year, it is necessary to wrap dry food, such as sticky bean buns, which are indispensable.

Xia Ye also particularly likes sticky and glutinous rice, which is especially delicious.

This year, with Qi Yunjing's blessing, Xia Ye really just soaked a lot of sticky rice and sticky corn stubble, soaked it, then ground it into sticky noodle soup, and then went through the process of filtering water to make sticky noodles successful. Of course, there are also noodle soups. The process is similar to that of sticky noodles, the only difference is that the raw material is corn stubble.

Seeing Xia Ye going to soak the red beans and running out again, Qi Yunjing immediately stopped him.

"It's cold outside, put on your coat before going out."

Xia Ye can still wear the military coat that Qi Yunjing mailed to Xia Ye earlier. Although Xia Ye has grown a little taller, the military coat can still be worn.

Xia Ye also obeyed, put on her coat and ran outside.

Qi Yunjing remembered the content of his eldest brother's letter to him. Sometimes it was clear to all observers. Now that he thought about it, his feelings for Xia Ye at that time were not as pure as caring for a junior. Fortunately, he understood quickly, otherwise... , Tsk, I can’t think about it, I get very angry just thinking about it.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Qi Yunjing put the kneaded dough aside and woke up. He also planned to follow him out and bring back some meat to chop stuffing.

In the winter in the Northeast, the outdoor is a natural large refrigerator. No matter what it is, if you put it outside for a while and look at it, it will definitely be frozen.

He had bought some pork in the town earlier. Xia Ye let him buy it. It was three-layered and perfect for making pickled cabbage dumplings.

Before Qi Yunjing could finish washing his hands, Xia Ye opened the door and ran in, holding a big apple in his hand.

Fresh fruit is not rare on summer nights, but this frozen apple is very rare on summer nights, so I like to nibble on it bit by bit.