The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing that the end of the year was approaching, Rong Ling got the latest payment slip from the post office.

She did the math, and she had unknowingly saved 50 yuan!

These days, the monthly salary of ordinary workers is only 30 to [-] yuan. On average, the income of a junior high school student in Rong Ling is about the same as them.

She didn't touch the money, it was all stored in a tin box, and Rong Ling took the box with her and put it on the bottom floor of the school dormitory.

There are too many people in the dormitory. Rong Ling locks the box every day before going out. He is a junior high school student.

Today is Friday, and Rong Ling is very happy, not only because of the weekend holiday, but also according to Ma Xiaoping, their family will kill the New Year's pig this week!

Rong Ling had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Ma Xiaoping was also so excited that she couldn't sleep. She found a butcher to help butcher the pig a few days in advance. At noon on Saturday, when Rong Ling was sitting in the room doing her homework, she heard the miserable cry of a domestic pig outside.

This pig, Ma Xiaoping, has been raised for a year and is served with rice bran and hogweed every day. It weighs a full three hundred catties and is very strong.

No matter how strong its desire to survive was, in the end it could not reach the strength of five or six young and middle-aged people. The white knife went in and the red knife came out, and the big fat pig swallowed its breath.

The butcher that Ma Xiaoping invited was a veteran. Rong Ling occasionally looked out from the open door, and saw a pig spread out on the table, its whole body neatly dissected according to different parts.

Pig ears, pig trotters, pig tails, and ribs, of course, these parts must be processed separately.

The man who killed the pig outside was busy, and the women in the stove house were not idle either.

They were scrambling to boil water for cooking, but Rong Ling was dragged away to turn on the fire because of insufficient manpower.

The first thing to do is naturally pig's blood. The released pig's blood filled a whole pot and was still warm.

Add cold water to the basin, and the pig's blood will coagulate into lumps.

Take out the marinated sauerkraut from the earthen jar and chop it up. Put minced garlic in the oil pan and sauté until fragrant, then add sliced ​​pork blood clots and sauté, and finally add the sauerkraut, stir fry and add a little salt.

Before the meal was ready, Rong Ling got a bowl of sauerkraut fried pig's blood first.

This kind of local sauerkraut usually only needs to be marinated for about a week in advance, and it has a salty taste. Local people like to use it to make soup, without adding any seasoning. Just a little soup, it is so fresh that people want to drink a second bowl. bowl.

Stir-fried with pig blood, the original bland pig blood smell is covered up, but it becomes extremely refreshing.

Rong Ling ate the vegetables with a bowl in one hand, and picked up the tongs in the other to add fire to the fire according to the cook's instructions.

A shadow fell in front of Leng Buding, Rong Ling raised his head and saw the person coming and said with a smile: "Sister Wei, are you here too?"

Today, when the pig was slaughtered, Ma Xiaoping called all her close relatives in the village, and of course the third grandma's family was also included.

Unlike the working women in the room full of thick flowered jackets, Wei Yijia was wearing a thick black woolen coat with buttons neatly buttoned, and a white turtleneck sweater inside, which made her look even more delicate. With white skin, it looks out of place in this kitchen full of oily smoke.

Rong Ling sat aside, exposing a section of the bench, she blew the ashes on the bench: "Sister Wei, do you want to sit down?"

"Hmm..." Wei Yijia followed and sat beside Rong Ling.

The space in front of the stove was not that big, and the two of them were close together, and it was even warmer in front of the stove.

Rong Ling put down the bowl, fiddled with the tongs in the stove for a while, and took out a gray thing.

She blew on the ashes, revealing the mass for what it really was—it turned out to be a roasted sweet potato.

This year's sweet potato harvest was good, and it was difficult to find a small one. Rong Ling took the big sweet potato by the stove and let it cool down for a while before getting it.

She was burned to the point where she switched her left hand to her right hand, and her right hand to her left hand. While blowing, she asked, "Sister Wei, do you want roasted sweet potatoes?"

Wei Yijia couldn't hold back the corners of his lips, took the sweet potato in Rong Ling's hand, and calmly divided it into two halves.

The sweet potato meat was roasted until it was soft, and the sweet smell was almost dripping with honey juice. She gave the big portion to Rong Ling: "Here..."

Rong Ling couldn't help staring blankly, Wei Yijia's hands obviously didn't even have calluses, so why wasn't she afraid of being scalded?

The small actions of the two naturally did not miss the eyes of others.

After a long time, everyone in the village knew that the educated youth who hadn't left had a good relationship with Rong Ling, Ma Xiaoping's family.

The last time Wei Yijia drove Rong Ling back from the town on a bicycle, all the people working in the fields saw it.

Someone teased Rong Ling: "Your sister Wei loves you so much, she gave you the extra half."

Rong Ling took a bite of the roasted sweet potato, it was really sweet and soft, she was not shy: "Of course, I'm still growing."

A girl in puberty grows up like a bamboo shoot after the rain. When she first wore it, Rong Ling only reached Wei Yijia's chest, but now she can look at her shoulders.

Wei Yijia ate sweet potatoes gracefully, without refuting Rong Ling's words.

Until someone teased her: "Then what will you do when you go back to the city in two years, do you have to take this girl with you?"

Rong Ling stopped eating sweet potatoes, and the expression on his face also collapsed.

That's right, in two years' time, Wei Yijia should return to the city.

She is my only friend in this world. Now that the transportation and communication are not well developed, if I want to contact her in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

Until Wei Yijia said: "I won't go..."

She said solemnly again: "Wherever Rong Ling goes, I will follow."

As expected of a cultural person, she was so serious even when joking around. Rong Ling's mood changed from cloudy to sunny.

In the time of gagging in the kitchen, a meal of slaughtering pigs is ready.

It was the first time Rong Ling saw so many dishes on his small table.

Pork liver with pickled peppers, pork blood with sauerkraut, twice-cooked pork with sharp peppers, steamed pork ribs, fried crispy pork...

A plate of fried vegetables and hot and sour potato shreds became the decoration on the table, and the rest was full of meat.

Even Rong Ling, who was always hungry, managed it this time.

After eating and drinking enough, she had a sweet dream at night. In the dream, their family lived in a brick house with electric lights, and they no longer had to worry about money. They could eat whatever they wanted, and there was a new refrigerator and color TV. Watching cartoons on the sofa.

There was a person sitting next to him—hey, it was actually Wei Yijia?

When did she come to their house too?

It's the end of the term soon, and everyone is greeted by the final exam.

Rong Ling ate with chopsticks in one hand, and flipped through the exercise book with the other.

On the hot white rice, there is a layer of sliced ​​sausages, fat and thin, and an egg nestled next to it.

This is made by Ma Xiaoping with the pork belly of a slaughtered pig. The minced meat is added with pepper, salt and pepper, stuffed into casings, and then smoked on the fire. It also has a faint aroma of pine and cypress branches.

Not long after it was ready, she cut off half of it and gave it to Rong Ling as school food.

The thinly sliced ​​sausage was mixed with white rice and eggs, and he put it in his mouth in one bite. Rong Ling bowed his head and flipped through the exercise book contentedly.

Although the exam is not difficult for her at all, she still needs to review before the exam, otherwise she will lose her points because of carelessness, it will be so distressing.

Be prepared, when it's time for the exam, Rong Ling will be much calmer than other students who are looking around and whispering.

You can go home after the exam!

Before leaving, Rong Ling weighed a catty of candies and melon seeds in a small shop in the town.

There is still half a month before the Chinese New Year. If she spends some of her own money, Ma Xiaoping can spend less money. After all, it is not easy for her to save money.

Soon, more than ten days before the Chinese New Year, Ma Xiaoping took Rong Ling to the town to go to the market to buy new year's goods.

Whenever she wanted to pay, Rong Ling took out her own money: "Mom, I have money here."

Ma Xiaoping couldn't hold her back, so she had to ask Rong Ling to pay.

But she still didn't forget to blame Rong Ling: "Don't spend money lavishly, you will spend even more money when you go to high school in the city in half a year."

Rong Ling agreed with all his mouth, but he had his own little Jiujiu in his heart.

It doesn't matter how much you spend, she believes that she can earn more!

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve, Ma Xiaoping set up a table of delicious dishes, including her own black-bone chicken stew, braised pig's trotters, sweet and sour fish, and cold coriander, plus relatives from Rong Ling's village, everyone gathered for a table.

Without any drink, Ma Xiaoping poured a pot of rice wine from the pot and simmered it up. Everyone poured a cup: "Come on, everyone has worked hard in the past year, and we will continue to work hard in the new year."

There were rumbling firecrackers outside, and some extraordinarily rich people bought fireworks and came back, blooming in gorgeous colors.

Wei Yijia and the third grandma were also at Rong Ling's house. After eating, when there was no one else, she brought something to Rong Ling.

Red envelope?

Rong Ling quickly waved his hands, "Sister Wei, I can't take it."

Wei Yijia's own money should also be given by his family, Rong Ling is so embarrassed.

"This is specially prepared for you." Under the firelight, Wei Yijia's eyebrows were clear, "If you don't want it, I will be sad."

She rarely spoke directly like this, Rong Ling was a little embarrassed, so she had to accept it.

After receiving the red envelope, Rong Ling thought for a while: "Sister Wei, I had a bad dream a few days ago. I dreamed that the third grandma fell down in front of the door."

In fact, this was not Rong Ling's dream, but in the original world, the third grandma accidentally fell to the back of her head when she climbed from the yard to the front of the house which was piled high with stones, and died that night.

"I see..." Wei Yijia replied, "I will pay attention."

For some reason, with her promise, Rong Ling couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt at ease.

I hope everything will be different from the previous life, and the third grandma can still live well.

The New Year's holiday passed quickly, and after more than half a month, Rong Ling started school again.

After teaching tuition and miscellaneous fees, Ma Xiaoping still said the same thing: "You must listen to the teacher carefully at school."

"Don't worry, Rong Ling is very smart." Teacher Du said, "With Rong Ling's current top grade in her grade, she will definitely be admitted to No. [-] Middle School in the county."

Ma Xiaoping was overjoyed when she heard this, but her words were still serious: "Where is it, it's because of your good teaching, teacher."