Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 466 Braised Pork Ribs Noodles

Near the end of the year, many people around the capital are selling their mountain lands, and most of these people have family members who are going to take up posts in the north. Not only in the capital, but also in several surrounding counties and even the neighboring provincial capitals, there are also many people who want to sell land. These people are also about to be transferred to the north.

Because they left in a hurry, most of the fields were wasteland and mountainous land, and the prices were kept very low. These people didn't mind. Anyway, these lands were quite cheap when they were bought. If they couldn't be used to grow some corn and sweet potatoes to feed livestock, there would be no point in keeping them. They would sell them for money and buy fields directly in the north. The fields there were more fertile and cheaper.

The Wang and Liu families, who were familiar with the Song family, also took this opportunity to buy a few acres of land. Aunt Liu's family had more people, so they bought more land, which happened to be connected to each other. They also planned to grow corn and sweet potatoes there, specifically for feeding pigs.

Aunt Liu has been in high spirits recently, and even Liu Huaer has a smile on her face, because she bought a few acres of mountain land. Few people are willing to sell the fertile land around the village, so she can only buy some mountain land and wasteland at a bargain price. However, if these lands are well taken care of, they can also produce some output. Next time someone sells fertile land, she will buy a few acres of fertile land for her son. With the land to rely on, she and her son will have hope for the rest of their lives and will not have to rely on her mother's family all the time.

Liu Huaer is now also working in the Song family's workshop. The Song family offers high wages and good benefits. She wants to work harder and save more money to build a house for her son, otherwise it will be difficult for him to find a wife in the future.

The Song family is slaughtering a pig today. It's a bit early at this time, but the two old men couldn't resist asking. They wanted their grandchildren and sons-in-law to eat the freshly made sausages and bacon. If they make it now, it will be just right for Song Chunlin and Gu Fengyue to come back and eat it.

Song A-mo was in charge of seasoning. He mixed various spices according to the proportions, and Song Chunsheng was responsible for grinding them into powder. Song A-mo sat on the side and directed her eldest grandson. After all the ingredients were prepared, the pigs outside were also slaughtered. Today, the Song family slaughtered two pigs, leaving behind the ingredients for making bacon, sausages, and cured pork ribs, and the rest were all cut up to make pig-killing dishes.

Everyone who came to the Song family to help ate with their mouths full of oil, and at the end they packed up a large bowl of pig-killing dishes to take home.

The sausages and bacon had just been hung on the beams of the house when Song Chunlin had already handed over all the matters. He planned to go home first, so Gu Fengyue often tormented him in bed at night.

"You heartless little thing. You've only been with me for a short time, and you're going back again." The more Gu Fengyue thought about it, the more unhappy she became. She howled and bit her wife's neck. Song Chunlin shuddered in pain and shook. After he recovered, he patted the big dog's head and signaled him to let go.

Looking at Gu Fengyue with a face full of grievance, Song Chunlin was speechless.

"Hey, you're going too far. Have I ever failed to do what you want?"

Gu Fengyue also knew that he had gone a bit too far. Feeling guilty, he buried himself in the other's arms, and did not forget to sneak attack Zhuyu in front of him.

"Hiss~" Song Chunlin slapped him. What a dead man, he is really a dog.

The two of them fooled around in the room for several days until Song Chunlin had to leave, and Gu Fengyue was willing to let him go.

Facing the dim light of the morning sun, Song Chunlin looked at Gu Fengyue and couldn't help but hug him tightly, comforting him: "Don't look so sad, you can go back after the New Year."

"But the New Year is still more than a month away." Gu Fengyue's voice was muffled. Why didn't she feel so painful about parting before?

The two of them stayed at the city gate for a while, until dawn, when Song Chunlin turned around and walked out of the city.

Late at night seven days later, Grandpa Song and Aunt Song were sleeping soundly when they suddenly heard rustling sounds outside. At first, they didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that the children at home were awake and cooking in the middle of the night. Grandpa Song turned over and was about to continue sleeping, but was pushed by Aunt Song beside him.

"What? Are you hungry too?" Grandpa Song's voice was still filled with sleepiness, but he still resigned himself to his fate and got up, planning to go to the kitchen to make a bowl of midnight snack for his wife.

A-Mo Song rolled his eyes at his wife. He simply got out of bed, found their coats, and put them on before telling Grandpa Song his guess.

"The children all ate their fill for dinner tonight. I was worried they wouldn't be able to sleep. They're still looking for food in the kitchen at this hour. Maybe Chunlin has returned."

Grandpa Song woke up a little after hearing this. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that this was indeed possible, so he quickly put on his coat and went to the kitchen with his wife.

In the Song family's kitchen, there were noodles that Song Qin had fermented in advance, as well as chopped meat fillings, which were intended to be used to make meat buns the next day. Song Chunlin rummaged through the pot and found some leftover rice, and there were also leftovers in the cupboard. Song Chunlin put all the food into a large bowl, lit the fire and started to heat up the food.

When Grandpa Song and Aunt Song came over, the water in the pot had just boiled. Aunt Song knew at a glance that her grandson was heating up leftovers. Feeling sorry for her grandson who had to eat leftovers, Aunt Song quickly pushed open the door.

"Oh, my dear grandson, you are finally back." The old couple held their grandson's hands and kept asking about his well-being.

Grandpa Song asked him when he came back, and Song Chunlin replied: "Just came back, I am hungry and I am cooking."

Song A-mo said distressedly, "Don't burn it, Grandpa will make you some noodles right away. My good child hasn't been home for a few years, how can you eat these leftovers?"

Song Chunlin was just there, giggling foolishly. Amma Song took out the big bowl of leftover rice from the pot, asked Song Chunlin to turn off the fire, and started to knead the dough herself. Grandpa Song went to the warehouse and took out two ribs, which were specially left over from the previous pig slaughter and had been frozen to keep them fresh. The water was hot, so Grandpa Song washed the ribs with hot water, and Song Chunlin helped to chop them into large pieces.

Song A'mo had also kneaded the dough. While it was resting, he started to make braised pork ribs. The ribs in rich oil and red sauce were bubbling in the pot. Song Chunlin smelled the fragrance in the air and his mouth was watering with greed.

After the dough had risen, Grandpa Song was responsible for rolling out the noodles, while Amma Song started boiling water again to cook the noodles. The old couple cooperated with each other and did not give Song Chunlin any time to intervene, so he could only be responsible for lighting the fire.

In less than half an hour, Song Chunlin was already slurping noodles in the bowl.

"Wow, home-cooked food is still the best." Song Chunlin was eating with his mouth full of oil. Two old people were sitting opposite him, looking at him with a smile.

After Song Chunlin finished a big bowl of noodles, Grandpa Song and Aunt Song asked him how he was doing in the north, whether it was really that cold there, and whether the rice yield was really higher than here.

"Grandpa, the winters over there are much colder than here. The land is frozen like stone, and you can't grow anything at all. But once spring comes and the flowers bloom, if you plow the land deeply, the soil inside will be black and fertile."