The boss is dressed as cannon fodder

Today, the captain's house was very lively. Not only did the villagers come to join in the fun, but even the educated youth couldn't help but run over out of curiosity.

Song Pingxi also came, and he was in a very bad mood.

He always thought that Xia Qinghe admired men of his type. When he met her before, she did show the shyness of a girl.

Originally, according to his plan, as long as Qinghe liked him and wanted to marry him, Xia Dazhi, the captain of Yunhong Village, could only follow his daughter's wishes. When he married Xia Qinghe and became Xia Dazhi's son-in-law, he could change his job and do some lighter work...

As for supporting the family, with the Xia family's love for Xia Qinghe, could they really watch the couple starve?

Don't tell him about the backbone of a man. Four years in the countryside have worn away all his ambitions. He originally thought that he could go back to the city, but year after year, when he couldn't see a way out, he could only choose the easiest way.

Staring at the scene of the man and woman in love inside the door, Song Pingxi gritted his teeth secretly.

He originally thought that Jiang He hid because he was afraid that the Xia family would come after him, but why did he come back? According to his original plan, when Xia Qinghe's reputation became worse, he would come to propose marriage as a savior, willing to marry Xia Qinghe, a "dirty" woman. At that time, the Xia family would be grateful to him, and would pay him back at all costs even if they got married.

As an intellectual, Song Pingxi certainly knew what artificial respiration was, but this did not prevent him from looking down on Xia Qinghe. Before getting married, she had been kissed on the mouth by another man, dirty!

He liked girls who were as pure and flawless as the clouds in the sky and the white lotus on the ground. The girls in the village were rustic and ugly... Even Xia Qinghe, whose face was not bad, still had a rustic air.

Xia Qinghe was already the best country girl he could find, and he also wanted to find girls in the city who read a lot and could appreciate the poems he wrote. Even though he was surrounded by people from the lower classes, he still had a heart of elegance.

My girl is a leisurely cloud in the sky!

My girl is the purest snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountain!

…

One day, I will ride the spring breeze to pick that cloud!

Climb the highest snow mountain to pick that snow lotus.

Song Pingxi recited a poem. No matter how hard life is, he can't lose the romantic feelings of a poet.

Just after finishing the poem, he inadvertently saw a girl from a village next to him grinning at him. He turned his head away in disgust. Only rural people think this big and strong girl is good. He, who has secretly read banned books such as Dream of the Red Chamber, doesn't like it at all. It hurts the eyes.

"Erniu, what are you looking at?"

The tall and strong Erniu had a silly smile on her face, "Seventh sister, Song Pingxi looked at me just now, do you think he is..."

The skinny girl called Seventh sister hurriedly said: "What is it, nothing! Didn't the aunts just say that Song Pingxi is good-looking but useless, with his physical strength, he can't even support himself, no matter who marries him, it will be a loss!"

Erniu stared at Song Pingxi's figure reluctantly, "Didn't the aunts also say that if a woman can do the work of two people, she can be considered?"

She can't do anything, but she has a lot of strength. She is the girl with the highest work points in the village, higher than all the men. Not only can she support herself, but she will definitely have no problem supporting a grown man.

Seventh sister looked at her heartbeat and almost died of anxiety.

There are also girls in the village who got married because they were moved by the educated youth who read a few sour poems. It was not until the hard life after marriage that they realized that these sour poems, no matter how beautiful they sounded, could not be eaten.

Erniu is capable and strong, and is very popular in the village. She must not be harmed by the educated youth.

Qimei secretly thought about how to dispel her friend's idea.

It has been ten years since the first batch of educated youth came to the village. In the early years, it was okay. The educated youth looked good and had temperament and were very popular. Later, when the villagers found out that they didn't know how to live, not many girls wanted to marry.

Now the girls in the village want to get married, basically don't consider educated youth. For Erniu's sake, she has to have a good talk with Erniu's mother.

**

Li Hongmei touched the bicycle and the sewing machine, her face full of smiles.

At this time, Xia Qinghe said: "Mom, I want to leave the sewing machine to my two sisters-in-law."

She thought in her heart that Jianghe's medical skills are good. It is said that he will go to the city to see a big leader today. Maybe there will be patients in the city who have to rely on him in the future. The bicycle should be left for him.

After all, the sewing machine is the least used, and it is completely fine to leave it to the two sisters-in-law at home.

The eyes of the eldest and second sisters-in-law Xia lit up, and they heard their mother-in-law say with a stern face: "You are not allowed to keep it!"

"Mom, I am not good at making clothes. My clothes are usually made by the eldest and second sisters-in-law." Xia Qinghe explained, "I brought this sewing machine to the Jiang family and it was wronged. It has no place to use it."

Li Hongmei patted her daughter's hand and said earnestly: "Qinghe, the general betrothal gifts, such as cloth, meat, and candy, can be kept, but which betrothal gift is a bicycle that is not given back as a dowry? The natal family will be laughed at if they are really greedy. Besides, the in-laws will also have opinions at that time, and your mother-in-law will not have any ideas? This is the way of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. You respect me and I respect you, so it will last long."

Xia Qinghe was silent for a while, thinking of Jiang He's bright eyes, she whispered: "Mom, I think Brother Dahe really doesn't mind these. Besides, isn't Aunt Yu's craftsmanship very poor? Didn't you say that she was laughed at a lot when she was young?"

Second sister-in-law Xia slapped her thigh, "Yes! Mom, you also told me that Aunt Yu was very clumsy. Uncle Jiang's pants were torn and asked her to sew them, but the trouser legs were all sewn together. Uncle Jiang had no choice but to sew the clothes himself. As a result, people saw it. Later, the news that Aunt Yu was clumsy and not good at sewing spread out, and she was laughed at."

The mother-in-law knew it because of this incident.

Li Hongmei was speechless when she thought of the patches on Jiang He and Yu Taohua's clothes that hurt her eyes.

Yu Taohua has been here for many years, but she still doesn't know that the patches should be consistent with the color of the clothes as much as possible. She even sewed black pants with white thread... There is no progress at all.

Thinking of this, Li Hongmei immediately made up her mind.

"Qinghe, you and your two sisters-in-law should learn to make clothes." Li Hongmei said, "The eldest and second wives, you can teach Qinghe when you are free. There is no one in the family who can make clothes. How can we live like this?"

Second sister-in-law Xia was very disappointed. She also knew that it was impossible to keep the sewing machine.

Li Hongmei added, "Don't be disappointed, my second daughter-in-law. I will try to get one back in a few days." She was thinking that she would soon save enough industrial tickets and then get a sewing machine.

Second Sister Xia smiled immediately. She just liked making clothes.

After saying this, everyone looked through the fabrics sent by Jiang He.

Second Sister Xia said, "Qinghe, Dahe sent a piece of blue and white striped fabric. I will make you a sailor shirt. It's very beautiful."

Xia Qinghe's eyes lit up and asked happily, "Second Sister, can you make it?"

Sailor shirts are the most fashionable clothes now, and they may not be available in big cities.

"What's so difficult about sailor shirts? The trouble is the fabric. This fabric is very similar. I guarantee that Qinghe is the only one in our village when she wears it." Second Sister Xia said confidently.

Xia Qinghe looked at the way her second sister-in-law's eyes lit up when she talked about making clothes, and thought to herself that if she found a chance, she should talk to Brother Dahe and ask him to ask Aunt Yu what she thought, so that the sewing machine could be used to the greatest extent by her second sister-in-law.

**

After taking a bath and massage, Mr. Ye breathed a sigh of relief, feeling really comfortable.

Mr. Ye suddenly asked: "Jianghe, can you pass on your medicinal bath recipe and massage techniques?"

Ye Aijun was shocked, "Grandpa, do you want to take Comrade Jianghe's things for free?" It was one thing for Jianghe to be willing to teach him, but it was another thing if they took his things on their own initiative.

Old Ye's face flushed with anger after hearing what his grandson said, and he couldn't help but curse, "Does your grandfather look like someone who takes other people's things for free? I plan to buy this recipe."

Jiang He didn't ask how much it could be sold for, but asked softly, "Is there anyone around Old Ye who needs this recipe?"

Old Ye was a little sad, "There are many people who need this recipe. When we climbed the snow-capped mountains and crossed the grasslands together, many of our comrades-in-arms got rheumatism in their legs and feet. It was very difficult to bear in winter..."

Hearing this, Jiang He said without hesitation, "Don't talk to me about money. I'll give this recipe to Old Ye for free!"

"How can this be!" Ye Aijun said quickly, "This is a recipe that can cure rheumatism. It can be passed down as a family heirloom."

Old Ye insisted, "Yes, I heard that your ancestor was an imperial physician. You can imagine how valuable this recipe is. I won't take advantage of you. I'll pay 2,000 yuan for this recipe."

Brick factory workers can earn 28 yuan a month, cadres 40 yuan, and 2,000 yuan is simply a sky-high price for an ordinary villager.

Even so, Jiang He still didn't want to pay for the money.

"Mr. Ye, to be honest, the longer this heirloom is hidden, the easier it will disappear in the long river of time." Jiang He said frankly, "My great-grandfather's medical book was used by my mother to support the table legs. If I hadn't been literate, the book would have disappeared long ago."

"Besides, the heroes you just mentioned are all great heroes who have contributed to the liberation of our country. I just regret that I can't see their demeanor. They risked their lives for the country, so why should I care about a little money."

Mr. Ye was very touched. He saw him accept the industrial tickets and military uniforms given by Aijun so readily before. Although he said that he would use medicinal wine to pay for it in the future, he was still a little disappointed.

Now it seems that there must be something hidden.

"There is indeed a hidden story." Ye Aijun explained, "Jiang He's fiancée fell into the water and was saved by him. He didn't dare to show his medical skills before he learned them well. The villagers thought he was a second-rate person. At that time, he saved his fiancée who was dying by artificial respiration. The villagers didn't know what artificial respiration was, and they were secretly pointing out that his fiancée was not decent and kissed a man before getting married... In order to save his fiancée's face, he shamelessly accepted the industrial ticket I gave him."

So that's how it is.

Old Ye couldn't help but sigh, "The people nowadays are still uncivilized." Obviously saving people is a good thing, but saving people causes problems.

"But Jiang He is indeed responsible." Old Ye said with certainty, "He saved people and is willing to take responsibility."

"The most important thing is that he can endure loneliness!"

Ye Aijun imagined that Jiang He didn't work in the fields before, and he was misunderstood as a second-rate person because he was busy with medical books every day. He never defended himself, but he learned medical skills by himself.

The more I imagine, the more I admire her. If it were someone else, they would have been unable to bear the gossip and bowed to reality.

**

Jiang He, who didn't know he was being praised to the sky, was wandering around the supply and marketing cooperative.

What should I buy for Xia Qinghe? Food? Useful things?

The saleswoman was a young girl, who was busy knitting a sweater with her head down. She didn't even bother to greet customers.

Jiang He finally couldn't help asking: "Comrade, what do girls like nowadays?"

"Can't you see it yourself?"

"I just want you to help me come up with an idea."

The salesperson raised his head impatiently. When he saw Jiang He's appearance, he immediately lowered his voice and his attitude became friendly, "Young girls like hair flowers, scarves, Gala oil, and clothes the most... Comrades are for My sister bought it?”

"No, to my fiancée."

The young salesman's face suddenly fell. There are so few good-looking men. Does this one have a fiancée?

Sure enough, all good men belong to other people.

Jiang He stared at the sweater the salesperson was knitting in his hands, "The sweater you knitted is very nice. How can I sell this yarn?"

"Out of stock." The salesman became impatient again.

Something as good as red wool is digested internally as soon as it arrives, and how can it be sold to the outside world.

Jiang He was speechless. Those who sell things these days are the gods. With such service attitude, he would be gone in no time. He could even post negative reviews online.

In the end, Jiang He picked two things, a handkerchief and a pack of cigarettes.

Taking the purchased goods, Jiang He left the supply and marketing cooperative and walked towards the meat factory.

The gatekeeper was very familiar with him. When he saw him, he said enthusiastically: "Isn't this Comrade Jiang He? He's here to see Comrade Zhu?"

Jiang He smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, is your stomach feeling better?"

Uncle Zhang immediately smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Thanks to your earthwork, I feel very comfortable."

After saying hello to Uncle Zhang, Jiang He walked into the meat factory to look for Zhu Dayong.

Zhu Dayong, tall and strong, is an employee of the meat factory. A butcher's knife confirms his position in the meat factory.

He was the champion in the pig-killing competition two years ago. He killed a big fat pig cleanly with just one knife. He was known as Zhu Yidao! Later, everyone called him this nickname, and he was proud of it, so people called him Zhu Yidao.

Jiang He would know Zhu Dayong through the driver of the brick factory. After all, when there were a lot of live pigs, he would occasionally use a big truck to pull them.

Zhu Yidao was initially a little negligent towards Jiang He, but his attitude became more positive after eating the braised pork Xu Ergou brought.

I don’t know how the braised pork is made, but it tastes better than in state-owned restaurants! The most important thing is convenience and no money spent!

It's not convenient. He provides the meat and the seasonings can cost a few bucks. All he needs is a skilled cook. Even if he eats state food these days, he can't go to state-owned restaurants every day.

Seeing how delicious he was, Jiang He raised his eyebrows and simply introduced Xu Ergou to him.

This was great. Zhu Yidao often took pig water, pig tails, and some leftovers to Xu Ergou.

With Zhu Yidao's various meat supplements, Xu Ergou, who was as thin as a monkey, also started to gain some weight and looked less wretched.

When he saw Jiang He, Zhu Yidao smiled all over his face and immediately greeted him: "Brother Dahe, long time no see. Are you here to buy meat? I happen to have a big piece of fat meat here..."

"No need for big fat meat." Jiang He quickly stopped, "The five-flowered pork belly is just about the same. I come to get the big fat meat every time, and it's not easy for you to cook."

The most important thing is that the fat meat is so greasy that he doesn't like to eat it.

Although people these days are short of fuel, Jiang He still instinctively doesn't like eating fat.

Zhu Yidao was a little touched. This is Brother Dahe, Brother Dahe who always considers others.

He cut the knife diagonally, threw a large piece of pork belly in front of Jiang He, and said with a smile: "Brother Dahe, these two pounds of pork belly are good, just right for braised pork."

When he saw that it was more than two kilograms, Jiang He didn't care about it and handed the money to Zhu Yidao.

This is why he comes to Zhu Yidao in private every time. He can buy meat with money instead of having to bother looking for meat tickets.

Seeing Jiang He was about to leave after picking up the meat, Zhu Yidao quickly called him.

"Brother Dahe, wait for me for a while. I'll go to Ergou's house with you after I get off work..." Zhu Yidao motioned for him to look at the spareribs he had secretly left. He whispered more and more, "Ergou said he would make sweet and sour spareribs." ”

Jiang He, who discovered that he was a foodie after coming to this time and space, swallowed his saliva, "Sure, I'll wait for you!"

**

Xu Ergou's face was illuminated by the fire and glowed red. He smelled the fragrance in the air and inhaled intoxicatedly.

Jiang He shouted from outside: "Er Gou, are the ribs ready?"

"Wait a minute, I'll be ready soon."

Xu Ergou sprinkled sesame seeds on the sweet and sour pork ribs that were so cooked that it made people's appetites whet their appetites at first glance, and took them out steadily with both hands.

Jiang He and Zhu Yidao had already drank the peanuts. They chatted and took a few sips without worrying about getting drunk.

Jiang He said: "With one knife, half of the pork I want when I get married depends on you."

Zhu Yidao agreed wholeheartedly, "Brother Dahe, I will leave you another pig's head, and I will ensure that your wedding will be more honorable."

"Brother Dahe, are you really willing to let me be the chef to host your wedding banquet?" Xu Ergou put the dishes on the table with an uneasy look on his face, "Do you think I can do it?"

His reputation is not good, and people might dislike the cooking of a second-rate guy like him.

Jiang He didn't answer him and turned to Zhu Yidao, "Yidao, what do you think of Ergou's cooking skills?"

Zhu Yidao was too busy chewing the ribs to speak, so he just raised his thumb.

It wasn't until he finished chewing the bones that he said: "It's more delicious than a state-owned restaurant!" He asked Xu Ergou to sit down, "If the chefs in state-owned restaurants didn't have to check the ingredients, your skills would definitely flourish in the restaurant. "

Jiang He closed his eyes and enjoyed the rich smell of meat in his mouth. After a long time, he said: "Er Gou, didn't you say that your family is a family of royal chefs? If you move out, you can control a large number of people!"

Xu Ergou was immediately proud, "It's a bit exaggerated to say that he is an imperial chef, but the master my grandfather learned from was a retired imperial chef, and his red cases attracted countless dignitaries."

"So it's my honor to find the descendants of an imperial chef to add luster to my wedding banquet."

Xu Ergou's eyes were a little moist, he stood up and said, "There is still soup on the stove, I'll go check the fire."

He was very moved. As long as he made a name for himself at the Jianghe wedding banquet, he would not have to worry about no one looking for him in the future. Weddings and funerals all need good chefs. He finally has a way out and is no longer an idle second-rate person.

Xu Ergou took out a lunch box and poured the soup into it. Several pieces of mutton were stewed in it, and the aroma of pepper was so tempting.

"Yidao, remember to bring this soup back to your aunt."

Zhu Yidao was not polite at all, "Thank you, only your cooking can make my mother eat it."

Jiang He asked, "Is my aunt feeling better now?"

Zhu Yidao was full of relief, "Much better, thanks to your recipe, brother Dahe! My mother said that she feels warm all over when she sleeps now, unlike before when she felt cold all over even in the hot weather."

"Aunt has too much cold, although the medicine has stopped, but she must continue to eat this pepper stewed mutton, and soak her feet frequently."

"No problem, my mother likes Ergou's cooking. Before, she would not touch any mutton at all, saying that it was too smelly, but now she loves this."

"That's because Ergou's cooking is good, this is the cooking of the imperial chef." Jiang He praised Xu Ergou whenever he had the chance, almost blowing up the fat pig into an elephant.

Xu Ergou straightened his back, touched his head and smiled foolishly.

"Ergou's cooking skills are really good." Zhu Yidao said affirmatively, "Every time my mother heats up mutton soup, everyone in this tube building is drooling. Last time, a shameless shrew insisted on asking my mother for soup. She refused to give up even after she said it was a medicinal food. My mother had no choice but to give some to her. Now, the shrew's family can't sleep, and she has the nerve to accuse my mother of putting medicine that makes people unable to sleep in the soup."

"This is getting angry." Jiang He shook his head, "Pepper mutton soup is not recommended for people with hot constitutions."

"Anyway, since this time, no one has thought of that soup." Zhu Yidao said proudly.

Jiang He lowered his voice: "Yidao, see if there is any way. If you have money, buy a house. It's too aggrieved for my aunt to live in a tube building. In the future, your house will be too small for you to get married. It's better to buy a house with a separate door and a separate household."

Zhu Yidao pondered. He also felt that his mother was bullied in the tube building. It was crowded with people, and she couldn't feel at ease even if she ate something good.

After eating and drinking, Jiang He carried his things and prepared to return to the village.

"Brother Dahe, it's too hard to walk back." Xu Ergou complained, "Why not rest at my house for a night."

Jiang He shook his head, "I've been in the city for two days, I have to go back."

"It takes more than an hour to walk." Xu Ergou muttered, "If I had known this would happen, you wouldn't have given too much as a betrothal gift. It would have been more convenient to keep the bicycle for yourself."

I don't know how the Xia family calculated it. If they didn't give a bicycle as a dowry, no one could say anything.

Jiang He waved at him, "I know what I'm doing! I'll get another bicycle in two days - no, two, and one for you too."

Xu Ergou was stunned, and then overjoyed. It turned out that Brother Dahe was a capable person.

When he was playing before, there was no chicken he couldn't steal or dog he couldn't touch as long as he took a fancy to it. Now he is more capable and can even get a bicycle.

The author has something to say: Although some girls think that the male protagonist's medical skills are cliché, this is the safest skill, and there is no need to involve too many things that cannot be written, so I decided to give the male protagonist this skill and let him go this way.

And the medical skills are pretty good, and they can still be used in the future world.

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