MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]-Chapter 9 leave

It took two or three days for Jiang Shuangling to smoke the bacon well, and it tasted good, but she was almost exhausted.

It's hard to eat meat.

The brightly colored strips of bacon hang on the top of the kitchen, and when you get close to smell it, there is an attractive salty aroma. When she marinated, she added a little sugar in it, so chew When the bacon rises, there is still a bit of sweetness.

It is much better than the old bacon made by Li Erhua.

Jiang Shuangling and her brother could not eat much meat for a meal, so she cut a small piece of fat and thin, and sometimes steamed it together in rice, the salty aroma of bacon melted into the white in soft rice grains.

The fatty bacon seems to have melted, and it doesn't feel greasy.

Jiang Shuangling used to drip a little sesame oil into it when she steamed rice, so that the steamed rice, with bacon, can even eat a bowl of rice for four-year-old Jiang Che.

"Sister! It's delicious!" Little Jiang Che happily wiped the oil from his mouth, followed by eating rice for a few days, his complexion was much better than before, and the whole person was lively a little.

But he doesn't like to play outside, he just likes to hang around behind my sister's butt, or help with things.

"Delicious, right?" Jiang Shuangling smiled, she also thought it was delicious, but she wanted to eat sausage more now, when this winter comes, she must enema a lot of sausages to keep, sausages Steamed rice is absolutely delicious.

When the time comes, get a small pot, you can consider making claypot rice.

When I think of claypot rice, I want to eat rice rolls and various morning teas.

"You can try it later..."

Jiang Shuangling bought this bunch of things, and the cost was only ten yuan. She had to sigh that the purchasing power of one hundred yuan in this era is really strong.

Later she went to Jiang's house again to get back the money Qi Heng left that day. Li Erhua didn't want to give it back. She said how much it took to take care of their sister and brother over the years, Jiang Shuangling sneered It's time to settle the bill with her.

"How much did my parents keep? How much can my sister and brother eat? Do you want to calculate carefully?"

…

Jiang Chuanfu gave her the money and tickets, as for the others, it has been four or five years, and they can't make it up.

Jiang Shuangling was not interested in breaking up with the family anymore, and left with the money. When she went out, she could still hear Li Erhua's scolding voice.

"You can speak louder if you have the ability, and everyone around you will know."

Jiang Shuangling received a message from Qi Heng, saying that the day she left was April 23, and asked her to wait for him at the county railway station.

There are ten more days until this day.

Jiang Shuangling didn't do anything else, she didn't have to go to work during the day, she practiced painting in the homestay, she entered the homestay consciously, and her body was equivalent to sleeping outside.

She drew a photo of Qi Heng's military uniform, in a realistic style, which is very beautiful. Jiang Shuangling admired it for a while, and then put the painting down. She couldn't take out these paintings, so the next day disappear in the homestay.

"What a pity."

The face of the other party gave her a lot of inspiration. Jiang Shuangling also drew a series of interstellar officers, a set of eight sets of vertical paintings.

The smell of money.

"Unfortunately, I can't sell it here..." Jiang Shuangling sighed, and finally decided not to draw the other party. It's uncomfortable if you can't keep it; if you can't sell it, it's even more uncomfortable.

Jiang Shuangling, who was very uncomfortable, had to go to the county town to buy painting paper, brushes and paints belonging to this era, as well as various propaganda posters, and also bought a few comic books by the way.

She spread out the drawing paper at home and began to learn the characteristics of painting in this era.

Jiang Shuangling deliberately left a lot of jerky paintings that were copied by novices, and conformed to the style of the era of diligence and thrift, and painted a piece of paper to the point where it could no longer be painted.

It's fun to imitate the novice's pen doodles.

"This is probably because those who want to stay are not suitable to stay, and those who are suitable to stay don't want to stay..." Jiang Shuangling looked at the things on the drawing paper, and she was a little dumbfounded.

She drew a picture of the members of their production team planting and planting rice in spring, and then pretended to be enthusiastic and went to the production team leader.

The production leader received her painting and was very surprised, "You painted this?"

The painting shows the red sun hanging high, the busy scene of several members stepping in the muddy water when planting rice, and there are cows with their tails in the distance. With the joy of spring ploughing.

—Although the painting is very abstract, at least it can be seen.

The people inside are also barely personal.

It is an exaggerated and particularly joyful painting.

The production captain's face twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he was holding back his laughter, "Don't tell me, it's still beautiful."

"Yes, I drew it." Jiang Shuangling nodded, and her face turned red. After drawing such a picture, she couldn't help but blushed.

She even wanted to laugh, laughing at herself.

"I'm not leaving, I want to leave something for everyone, I... I've drawn several pictures, this one looks better..." Jiang Shuangling said, her face even redder .

Sheer shame.

But in the eyes of the production captain, this blush seems particularly sincere.

"Okay, I thank you on behalf of the production team, I'll find someone to post it later."

Not long after, this picture of spring ploughing was pasted on the propaganda wall, attracting a large number of production team members to watch.

—At least someone.

The onlookers felt very fresh. Although they had seen many publicity pictures, it was rare to draw their own publicity pictures, so they all actively discussed, "Who painted this? "

"The eldest girl of the Jiang family painted it, she still has this hand?"

"The painting is not bad, look at this person, it's Uncle He, oh, I knew we went there that day..."

"Is this the face? Why does it feel strange?"

"This body is crooked..."

"Is this me? How bright am I smiling?"

…

Jiang Shuangling walked past the propaganda wall with a blank face, and kept reassuring herself that it was okay, at least the goal was achieved.

At least now, most of the members know that she can draw. Although she is very poor, at least she can draw. She is a little gifted.

If she waits and her works become famous, the time she likes to paint can be traced back to this time.

Jiang Shuangling thought in a trance: "I'm too difficult, my elementary school painting is better than this."

On the day she was about to leave, Jiang Shuangling was not idle, trying to make some easy-to-store food. The first one she chose was fried twist.

Although there is less pork, but more lard, who made her a woman who traveled with a bowl of lard...

Thanks to the daily reset of her homestay, she has a large pot of lard.

Jiang Shuangling tried fried twist and fried dough sticks.

She tried several kinds of fried twist, including honey-flavored twists that are crispy on the outside and soft and sweet on the inside, and crispy and salty twists. Jiang Che likes sweet and soft ones, while Jiang Shuangling prefers them. Salty and crispy little twist.

There were a lot of failed products in the process of making, all of them entered the stomach of the sister and brother, after all, this kind of fried snack is unpalatable and can’t go anywhere, sprinkle a little Small sesame seeds, crispy and attractive.

Jiang Shuangling has a background in art, and her DIY ability is very strong. The shapes of each little twist are particularly beautiful under her hands.

"Maybe I can go to the street and set up a stall to make a fortune..."

"I'm still missing a soymilk maker."

In addition to frying, Jiang Shuangling also tried baking cakes, but failed a few times, she made a tender yellow honey chicken cake, soft and fragrant, and there was nothing wrong with the first two bites. I just get tired of eating too much.

There is no way, she is only honey.

There are five things she can eat in her homestay: wild honey, lard, eggs, preserved eggs, and rice.

In addition to rice, the other four are the ones who get tired of eating too much.

This honey chicken cake is too sweet for adults, but children like it very much and it smells good, so Jiang Shuangling still made some.

Her hand-painted posters caused some sensation in the village, and other things happened in the village these days. For example, the second girl of the Jiang family seems to have a little interest in the son of the landlord Xiao.

After Li Erhua found out, she went to Xiao's family and scolded the villagers for spreading rumors...

For these, Jiang Shuangling just listened to it, and didn't ask more, she was leaving this place after all.

Before she left, Jiang Hongping came to see her once.

"Cousin, you will regret it." Jiang Hongping's tone seemed to be telling her and hypnotizing herself.

"Really?"

"Believe it or not, it won't take long for you to be driven back. You, that battalion commander Qi is not looking for a woman at all, he is—"

"I don't believe it." Jiang Shuangling smiled slightly before seeing off.

"Then just wait! When you return to the village, I will marry Xiao Zhenchang."

"Then I wish you an early marriage to Xiao Zhenchang."

In the early morning of the 23rd, Jiang Shuangling took her younger brother and a large bag to the county seat. She didn't bring much. The luggage was mostly food and clothes, especially her bacon, which took up a lot of Servings, everything else is food prepared to eat on the road.

After the loss of moving to a B&B last time, Jiang Shuangling brought a lot of delicious food.

She also brought paintbrushes, paints and paper, as well as... some paintings she painted, most of which are the natural scenery of the village and the old house of the Jiang family where she lived.

Although these paintings are drawn…

Jiang Shuangling couldn't bear to look directly.

The siblings arrived at the county railway station. They arrived early and waited for more than an hour when the other party's train arrived.