ushernet Chapter 466 My Cousin is the White Moonlight of Our Time (The End)
Chapter 466 My Cousin is the White Moonlight of Our Time (The End)
I'm afraid if I go too late, the fruit will be picked by someone else.
Pengluqun: I can guarantee that only you and the birds will be able to eat the first three harvests.
The bird was satisfied with its poop.
It's only right for us working people to help each other.
So they often poop their excess poop into the mulberry grove.
Fertilizing, you know.
They understand.
It's so simple to pee or poop anywhere!
Penglu's refusal seemed to be directed at the air.
in short.
The Song family has a deep connection with this vine.
After they had picked and eaten their fill, they would then beat drums and gongs to call on their friends to come and pick more.
So much trouble that Song Ping couldn't even contact her second uncle.
They simply dragged the person into the dream, and then brought other family members along.
ganging up on someone—
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Song Chong and Song Shi, who were eating fried chicken, were shocked.
They tried to minimize their presence, watching their uncle, whom they didn't know, get beaten up.
A new day begins after the dream ends.
The story of the "March Bath" spread like wildfire.
Children and adults in the Gaoshan production team now have new snacks.
Who knows what's going on with the wild berries this year?
Flowers bloom in successive waves, and fruits ripen in wave after wave; birds eat people, and people eat people too.
Leftovers can be used to make medicinal wine.
It's plentiful and tastes great, making it a delicious dish to serve to guests.
Or grind it into juice.
*
Perhaps they're itching for a beating.
Song Qian and Song Ping took some sugar from the cupboard at home and made a small bowl of jam.
That smells so sweet.
It made Huang Xiaogua's cousins next door so envious they cried.
The Song family, however, felt as if their mouths, tongues, and throats were being smothered by sweetness.
Song Qian and Song Ping received a reward from their elderly grandmother who chased them all over the village.
"Milk, this can be kept for a few more days."
"That's more like bullshit. My sugar can last a long time even without boiling."
These wild fruits have such a long fruiting period.
The old lady didn't think there was anything wrong with eating less of the season food for a few days.
The production team leader pretended to mediate a family conflict, but actually just wanted to join in the fun. After finding out the reason, his mind started to work.
Without him.
The captain was fortunate enough to try it.
The sauce made by the Song family is really fragrant.
The others couldn't bear to do it, so no one else did it; they never expected this to happen.
It's good if it can be stored for a long time.
If it's stored for a long time, you can sell it.
He simply didn't believe that the workers, cadres, and minor leaders in the city didn't like this kind of food.
The brigade leader assigned work points to Song Ping and the others.
They also ordered a few female colleagues whose cooking was so delicious it could be smelled from miles away.
He then began to study the large patch of March-blooming flowers behind the village.
I don't know how the March hibiscus grew this year, it's so sweet it warms your heart.
It seems like it's okay to not add sugar after boiling?
The taste is acceptable.
It can stay in the jar for three to five days without spoiling.
There's absolutely no need to add sugar to prevent it from spoiling.
It can be stored for longer in cold weather and will not look like poop or mud at all.
The condition is excellent.
Penglu felt she had performed well.
He drank a large basin of Song Pingfa's nutritional water.
The brigade leader, on the other hand, was quite satisfied and immediately took his sauce to the commune.
I received a relatively satisfactory answer.
I bought the glass jars on credit, agreeing to settle the debt with jam.
The production team has essentially set up a joint small workshop.
Once the small workshop started operating, Song Ping and Song Qian were given jobs as female workers.
Nothing technical.
Just cover your head and face, wash your hands, and keep a close eye on the pot.
In the following years.
Every time the season arrives...
The area around the jujube tree was always crowded with people leaving work.
Humans of all ages treat them like precious gems.
Except for not liking to call Penglu by her real name.
If you don't think about it, Penglu is quite happy.
When I'm in a good mood, the jujubes grow even faster.
In just a few years, the creeping fig (蘘蘘) began to bear fruit in three seasons.
The people in the mountain production team didn't really want to eat it.
But they all became experts at picking fruit.
The thought that agricultural products made from the March-ripened fruit could be sold to the supply and marketing cooperative or to the provincial capital fueled the burning passion in the hearts of the villagers in the Gaoshan production team.
*
Years later, the Gaoshan Production Team reverted to Gaoshan Village.
Their specialty products, Gaoshan March Wine and March Sauce, have already gained some fame in the surrounding cities.
Many people secretly dug up the small wormwood seedlings and sold them.
Both large and small seedlings were dug up.
The result was that none of them survived.
In this regard.
Penglai has something to say.
Sister Rong said that we just need to occupy this land, and we won't do anything unnecessary.
Both are located in Gaoshan Village.
Song Ping's life trajectory is devoid of any superfluous events.
When I was in the Gaoshan Production Team.
She was a farmer who toiled with sweat, a diligent female worker, the resourceful daughter of the Song family, and the sister whom Song Zhong cared about most.
The production team eventually returned to being a mountain village.
The Sanyuepao workshop has been upgraded again and again.
She gradually became a female leader who loved her career in the March Bubble business and had no interest in marriage.
Or perhaps it was the cold-hearted elder who spurred Song Shi to strive for improvement.
She is also known as Sister Song or Aunt Song, and is loved by everyone in Gaoshan Village.
Hey.
March fruit ice cream, March fruit juice, rock sugar March fruit, dried March fruit, March fruit cookies, March fruit shortbread...
Song Ping's ideas came one after another.
In addition to the wild raspberry area in the village, the factory has also set up a place as a picking garden for city dwellers to enjoy.
Villagers who didn't want to work in factories started accommodation and catering businesses at home.
Everyone's life is thriving.
There aren't nearly as many people from the surrounding villages who go out to work.
There are new people in the factory who can step up.
Song Ping decisively diagnosed himself with an illness that prevented him from overworking and successfully applied for retirement.
Whether or not they are rehired is another matter.
This person definitely needs to retire first.
Song Ping couldn't even imagine how many years he had worked in his life.
It is clearly a great era for hard work and striving.
Song Ping, however, chose to retire gracefully, riding her little tricycle.
The Song family had already divided up their house and land long ago.
Women in Gaoshan Village are not disadvantaged, and there are not many disputes in this regard in the village.
Disputes are also unacceptable.
There wasn't a particularly bad atmosphere in the village to begin with.
The women are the ones who pick the best fruit in the orchard.
There were also the canteen ladies in the factory, the female leaders in the factory, and Song Zhong, who went to university and became a cadre.
There are also several young women who work as doctors in the city.
Good heavens.
The girls in Gaoshan Village are all so capable.
of course.
The older ones are no bad either.
Take Gao Xiaohong for example.
The women in their kitchen are renowned for their wok-flipping skills.
His arm strength is also quite astonishing.
When someone intervenes to help those in need, the thief is always beaten until his nose bleeds profusely.
Don't ask if it hurts.
The thief didn't want to answer.
In the Song family, Song Shi was the only one who didn't work.
With the culinary skills he had honed through his older siblings, and the delicious food he had dreamed of eating, which seemed so real.
Song Shi opened a small restaurant in Gaoshan Village.
Business is doing alright, and we can still make ends meet.
She has little competitiveness in blind dates among the vast majority of talented young people.
He remains single to this day.
Song Zhong sighed upon seeing this.
Ugh.
I didn't want to sigh.
The sister-complex was instilled with patriotic ideas by her older sister.
Staying at my post, I miss my sister but also can't bear to leave the people.
Growing up is really hard.
*
Nothing to do after the meal.
Song Ping strolled leisurely through the village.
Song Shi followed behind just like when he was a child.
Gaoshan Village is now much like any other small town, with some acquaintances but many more strangers.
Look who she saw.
Huang Xiaogua's father has a brainstem defect, and she has a mute mother.
Fat Bug stayed in the Huang family for decades.
Huang Xiaogua's father became a renowned Iron Palm master in Gaoshan Village.
She gets sick whenever she sees Huang Xiaogua's aunts.
The slaps were as free as if they were free, one after another slapping people's faces until they were swollen.
As a result, Huang Xiaogu and her family would avoid them whenever they saw them.
Huang Xiaogua didn't know why her parents had changed like this.
I don't want to analyze it either.
The marks left on her by her early experiences are not so easily erased.
There's no need to deal with other people's malice.
She became quiet and reserved again.
Later, he moved back into the factory and into the dormitory. He probably won't go back until his parents pass away.
The couple walked one after the other.
They look like strangers.
Song Ping sent a signal to the little fat bug in his mind.
"Come back, Fatty Bug."
Huang Xiaogua has grown up and can now slap her aunt herself.
The chubby little bug was overjoyed to receive the notice that he could go home.
Controlling Huang Xiaogua's father's body, he ran to slap the sisters one last time as a farewell gift.
This person is someone Song Ping knows.
solve.
There are also those three acquaintances from the next village.
I heard that he choked to death while eating mud a long time ago.
cough.
It's really cheap for them.
They only enjoyed a few short years of being humiliated.
Tsk tsk.
Another acquaintance who is also a bird poop enthusiast is Song Yinyin.
These few all got into university in their lifetime.
By a twist of fate, they both ended up taking the same exam.
During their university years, the group often did shocking things to meet Song Yinyin's needs.
And so they continued their entanglement.
After shocking everyone, they started fighting and kept fighting until graduation. What a lively scene!
After thinking for a moment, Tongzi spoke up.
"During the years you were immersed in being a factory worker, the female lead in the story was not taken in by Fu Gou to be a stand-in, and the male lead did not have the opportunity to be the little sun."
"It's not my business."
Song Ping absolutely refused to admit that he had any problems.
"The male protagonist should look for problems within himself; is he not good enough...?"
The tube was choked.
Because that's what it says to the world consciousness.
"It seems that every host has its own system."
Song Ping flicked away the small ball of light that was talking to itself.
He picked up Song Shixun and drove off.
The main point is that he shouldn't be too overbearing when it comes to being filial to his grandparents.
Don't go around learning random things every day.
Water eight times a day.
Who do you want to drink to death?
Song Shi was no longer the mischievous boy he once was; he now looked like an embarrassed old bachelor, his face flushed red with embarrassment.
His sister is really something.
Can't I tell you when I get home?
Now everyone knows he's an idiot.
The villagers who stopped to watch thought it was not bad; at least the elderly could be taken care of, which was better than their own.
*
Human life is always very short.
Song Ping couldn't remember how many times he had seen his loved ones off.
She was familiar with the process.
But this time I have to die before my sister.
In the sun-drenched courtyard, two elderly women with white hair clapped hands at each other.
it is more than words.