Years: Salted fish life since going to the countryside

Han Li began to walk towards the village with difficult steps, and originally planned to fight back home in one go.

Helpless imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

He is just a stronger man, not an omnipotent god.

He rolled and resisted the tree trunk along the way, resting and stopping countless times before returning to his home.

"Educated Youth Han, what are you doing so hard to get this thing?"

"Hehe, put it in the yard as a shelf."

"You people in the city are really tigers. You use such an old and thick tree trunk as a frame. My family has a cart. How about I pull it here for you?"

Han Li: "Tiger? Haha, no need, we'll be home in just a few steps."

It was already dark at this time, and if it wasn't for his strong willpower, the time to go home would have been prolonged.

At this time, Han Li was exhausted enough, but he knew that it was impossible to take a rest right away at such a time.

First, organize the herbs collected today and put them away in order. Those that can be dried in the sun are placed in front of the house, and those that should be dried in the shade are placed behind the house.

Then it is to sort out the wild vegetables, wash and pick the ones that need to be washed.

The last thing is to deal with the pheasant, boiling water, scalding, disemboweling and removing the inedible internal organs.

The kitchen knife kept waving up and down, turning the pheasant into the shape and size I wanted.

Put the chicken pieces in a pot under cold water, add ginger pieces and a little white wine, and skim off the foam after the water boils.

Then add pepper, star anise, onion, ginger, garlic, pepper, and salt when the meat is almost cooked.

Anyway, I only eat it by myself, so how do I come up with my own mind.

Under Han Ma's protection, Han Li never touched the kitchen stove in his life.

In my previous life, I spent most of my time watching food videos, and there were very few opportunities to really do it myself.

Now it's pretty good to be able to make it according to the gourd painting. How can it be full of color, fragrance and taste in this situation?

But it seems like a good idea to find a good-looking female educated youth who cooks delicious food as a partner.

At this time, the sound of crackling and burning wood at the bottom of the stove came, as if reminding him not to dream when it was dark.

I have to say that the age of sixteen is really annoying, the body's hormones are always secreting rapidly.

This makes some pictures always appear in my mind, combined with the teaching videos of the previous life.

Coupled with the fact that Han Li's body is more vigorous when practicing martial arts, these damn hormones are making him intoxicated.

But having said that, among the current educated youths, only Hao Hongmin and Yang Xiuying can catch my eye.

Hao Hongmin has a good appearance and a good figure, and her voice is so soft and soft that it makes one's ears itchy.

But this girl doesn't like to talk very much, and she always gives people a very preoccupied look.

Her personality is relatively strong, not only does she not complain easily, but she also keeps cheering Yang Xiuying.

It may be because of this that the two of them can persist in not falling behind.

Yang Xiuying's cooking is so-so, to the point where she herself dislikes it and doesn't like it. Who is going to take care of whom?

Alas, for now, let's live the life of a single noble honestly, and practice boxing more when your mind is disturbed.

The aroma of the chicken nuggets in the iron pot was already coming out, and Han Li added salt to the pot.

Then put the grates in place, throw in the steamed buns, and tore down a few burning firewood.

Although Han Li withdrew the main burning force, the primer in the stove was enough to complete the work below.

(Grate: The dialect in this area of ​​the capital, I personally think it should be called steamed grate or steamed rack, cage fan, steamed tray, because the one that scrapes lice on the head is also called the homonym of "grate", which makes it always feel weird when eating steamed buns of.)

Han Li came to the back room and put the kang table in place, and poured himself a glass of wine after setting up the table and chopsticks.

I'm really tired today, I came back from the county seat after walking for more than forty miles with a package on my back.

It took at least twenty or thirty miles to go up the mountain and back, and I also resisted a big tree trunk to come back.

Drink a little wine to relieve fatigue and activate blood vessels, and at the same time let yourself have a good sleep.

The next day, Han Li got up early and stretched his muscles and bones in the yard shirtless.

I chose a good location in the yard and dug a hole to plant the tree trunk in. The surrounding area was filled with stones and then filled with soil.

Then a side bracket was made to it to increase the impact resistance of the trunk.

Only then did he start hitting the tree trunk with his left and right forearms, shoulders, back, and calves, from slow to fast, from light to heavy.

These are the places that are most likely to be beaten, or those that must take the initiative to be beaten at critical moments.

At the same time, it is also the part that is often used in Xingyiquan attacks, so they must be strong, hard, and durable.

Crack, crack, crack.

The speed of the impact was getting faster and faster, and the sound was getting louder. Han Li was sweating profusely and felt extremely refreshed.

Although it is not as comprehensive as the training of the wooden dummy, it is already quite good in terms of his current situation.

Only then did the village bell ring, and Han Li stopped his seemingly silly behavior.

Light the kerosene stove to heat up the leftover chicken soup from last night, go to the yard to brush teeth and take a shower.

Soak some steamed buns in the chicken soup when he comes back. This is his breakfast today.

But the taste of the little pheasant is good, but it is too small to bear it.

It's just that when Han Li came to the grain drying field today, everyone looked at him with something wrong.

Han Li thought about it and couldn't come up with one, two, three, so he just let it go.

The strange eyes didn't affect me being a salted fish grinder, let alone eating and practicing boxing.

It wasn't until when Aunt Zhang, who was working together, asked him a word when he was going to work, that Han Li finally figured out what was going on.

"Han Zhiqing, I heard that you came back carrying a big tree trunk at dusk yesterday?"

"Well, I need to make a shelf out of it."

"What kind of frame can use such a thick tree trunk? After all, young people don't think about anything when they get up."

Han Li.

No wonder they looked at him wrong just now, did they regard themselves as fools?

But when I came back yesterday, I met a big brother. I didn't expect that this big brother was also a member of the village entrance radio station.

The news spread quickly, and everyone knew it within one night.

And at this time in the branch of Shanghe Village, the Big Three were smoking suffocating cigarettes and no one spoke.

Village head Zhao knocked on the sunflower seeds in the cigarette bag, and said, digging out the remaining soot inside.

"I brought back the educated youth last time, so it's time for the two of you to go this time anyway."

Captain Liang: "I won't go. We agreed at the beginning that I will focus on production and try not to interfere in other matters."

Village head Zhao seemed to know that he would say that, so he turned his attention to Zhang Dagang and accountant Zhang.

"Haha, Uncle Zhao, don't look at me, I'm just an accountant, I don't want to get too involved in other things."

Village head Zhao knocked on the table with his cigarette bag and said, "No, this time one of you must go."

"The three of us are buddies now, I can't bear this infamy alone, can I?"