Chapter 32

uan emptied a bag of wild pork onto the table."Ning Zhiqing... you're not hurt, are you!" The old Party secretary frowned and glanced at Ning Yuan.Wild boars occasionally come down to damage crops. Ni...Some people also smoke wild boar meat.

Ning Yuan returned to the cowshed hut, Rong Zhao'nan came back even earlier than her —

Today, a group of villagers went up the mountain to chop wood and also had the idea of catching wild boars. As a result, they didn't catch any wild boars, but instead got hurt when they rolled down the mountain. Everyone suffered minor skin injuries and came to Rong Zhaonan for treatment.

So Rong Zhaonan didn't have to go out in the afternoon, he just helped treat people's wounds, and that was enough to sweep the cattle shed.

When Ning Yuan came back, Rong Zhao Nan had already cooked sweet potato porridge—it was their staple food.

"We can stir-fry river shrimp tonight, and we also have fish to eat," Ning Yuan said, holding a fish basket full of river shrimp and four or five palm-sized fish.

She went to the riverbank to collect her prawn traps today. There were quite a few prawns and small fish in the traps.

Reborn to the late 1970s, she resolutely refused the hardship and simplicity of going hungry.

Róng Zhāonán順勢從她手裡接過魚簍，淡淡地說：“我去把魚殺了，你先洗洗手，洗洗腳，休息一下，晚上咱們要上山。”

Looking at Rong Zhaonan's natural movements, Ning Yuan didn't know how the phrase "daily life of a married couple" popped into her mind.

Her ears flushed, and she hurriedly turned to wash her hands and feet.

Well, she's going to be a nun and run a business in this lifetime. Don't be tempted by men!

Moreover, Rong Zhaonan wasn't someone she should or could think about much. He later married a woman from a suitable family anyway.

Looking at Ning Yuan, she ran away like a startled rabbit.

Rong Zhaonan's eyes were cold and sharp. Did he look terrifying Or had she really been scared last night.

Such a low psychological quality for a little spy, tsk, useless.

After dinner, the two of them went up the mountain together.

Upon entering the cave, the firewood used for smoking meat had already died down, and the wild boar meat was not yet smoked.

So the two of them continued to build a fire and smoke the meat.

Ning Yuan stared at the meat sizzling over the fire, its aroma filling the air with the scent of barbecue. She couldn't help but swallow nervously, trying to distract herself by adding more wood to the flames.

Suddenly, a long hand reached over and offered a few skewers of grilled meat: "Want some"

Ning Yuan was startled, only then did she realize Rong Zhaonan took the opportunity to skewer a few pieces of meat and roast them.

Ning Yuan's heart felt a little warm, and she smiled and said, "Thank you!"

Rong Zhaonan looked at her big, curved eyes sparkling in the firelight. He turned his face away and said lightly, "I'm not grilling for you, I'm grilling for myself. If I have leftovers, I'll give you two skewers."

Ning Yuan: ""

She didn't seem to say anything, why is Rong the Great explaining to himself

"Alright," she replied, nodding indifferently.

Ning Yuan was munching on fragrant skewers of meat and gazing at the glistening, semi-finished smoked meat when she suddenly said, "When we've finished smoking the meat and make it look presentable, I'll go to the county town and sell some of it to earn some money."

Now that she has a ticket, she needs to go into the city to exchange it for grain. She can also sell some meat to make money, which will allow her to buy many things and improve her living conditions.

Rong Zhao Nan frowned slightly: "If you're caught selling flesh in the black market, it won't be good for you."

Writing a reprimand is too lenient; it needs to be stricter. She could get arrested, especially since she's now the "wife" of this reformed member.

Ning Yuan ate the last skewer of meat, savoring it until the very end and licking her lips: "I'll be careful, or else I'll be poor forever. When will this ever end"

All who dare must change, the bold will survive, and the faint of heart will perish.

Rong Zhao Nan's cold gaze swept over her lips, which had a smear of oil, and he suddenly became absentminded.

She eats everything so dishonestly, like a rabbit or a cat. She nibbles and nibbles then uses her little tongue to lick her lips. Is the meat that fragrant

Even her lips look delicious...

Rong Zhaonan felt that he was also a little hungry.

He also casually skewered two more pieces of meat and put them on the fire to grill.轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！