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Xiufen's home was not far away, and she could hear the clanging sounds when she was giving Xiufen acupuncture.

"I hope there's no fighting going on?" Someone shouted and a lot of people gathered around, as if they were watching a foreign spectacle.

Yun Tinglan was about to leave with her medicine box, but when she saw the road was blocked, she and the other two of them kept asking "Excuse me, please make way!" to make way for the crowd before they could get through.

Wang Aijun could be heard shouting at the top of his lungs from afar, "You agreed to donate the food in the first place, but now you blame me and take it out on me. There's something wrong with your ideology!"

"You've left me starving and even wasted the vegetables and radishes I had to fill my stomach with. Do you think you're sincere in living with me? You still have the nerve to talk about ideological awareness? The great man taught us to cherish food, what the hell have you done!"

It's hard to explain his wife's mental infidelity. Li Ping felt ashamed and could only vent his anger by beating her up under the excuse of wasting food.

People around looked at the vegetables in the yard and felt it was a pity.

Mrs. Li, who lives across the street, has been criticized by Wang Aijun for her injustice. She said with a twisted mouth: "You claim to be a revolutionary, but this dish is a waste."

Of course! No one said anything, but their expressions were the same.

Later, the quarreling stopped and Yun Tinglan only heard the woman's cry of pain, followed by a bang, probably something being kicked over, and then a series of crackling sounds of something being smashed.

"Is this... a couple fighting?" With the noise, all their things might be smashed. How can they live like this?

"Do you want to persuade him?"

"Why are you trying to persuade them? They are a couple. They fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed."

If it were someone else, the neighbors would definitely go and take a look, but this couple? Forget it. Wang Aijun's style of always making a big deal out of nothing made no one want to pay attention to her.

Don't do things that are thankless and then be blamed for it. What do they want?

Yun Tinglan didn't care anymore and pulled Qiu Yan, who still wanted to watch the fun, away.

When I got home, Song Jinhan had already returned. He was fiddling with a wooden boat model with a small engine next to him. Was he trying to modify the wooden boat?

Right! The country is now in a fiscal deficit and has to pay back its debt to the Soviet Union. There is no need to think about applying for diesel-engine ships, but food must be shipped out.

The whole country is waiting for life-saving food.

How to solve this problem of transportation? It is always seconded, and the process is cumbersome and inconvenient. It is better to have it on your own farm, and it is convenient for people on the island to come and go.

Xu Jianmin then set his sights on the existing wooden boats.

With the data Lingxi gave, it would be easy for Song Jinhan to modify it, just equip the parts. But don't rush, just take your time. If you get it too easily, others won't cherish it.

People must always understand their importance. Only when we cannot leave them as a couple can our hearts be devoted to them.

Yun Tinglan nodded, that's true.

For dinner, Lingxi made fried tofu and eggs, and fried flatbreads, dipped them in sauce, and rolled them with green onions. They tasted delicious. This was one of the benefits of Lingxi being with those women. He learned a lot about how to eat home-cooked dishes from all over the country.

Don’t underestimate it, it tastes really delicious.

There is only one sauce, but it can be made into various ways, including chili sauce, watermelon sauce, soybean sauce, chive sauce, sweet noodle chili sauce, ten plates with ten flavors, you can have any one you want.

This is the limit of the table but not Lingxi's limit.

There are more than a dozen other sauces in the space, which can be mixed with noodles or eaten with dumplings.

Although it looks like a simple dinner, it is actually not that simple.

The other plate contained fermented tofu, which was just made today.

A while ago, an old lady brought fermented bean curd in a can to exchange for her homemade wine. Yun Tinglan tasted it and said it tasted good.

Ling Xi went to learn it specifically from her young wife.

Yun Tinglan took another bite of fermented bean curd. She felt that Ling Xi's was better. "Is Ling Xi going to become a chef god?"

Ling Xi's happy program was almost disrupted by this. In this era, its abilities were almost useless. Apart from doing housework, helping with farming, and occasionally acting as a database, it was almost useless.

Now that it has received the owner's approval, the program is jumping happily. It wants to firmly grasp the owner's stomach so that the owner cannot leave it.

Lying in bed, Yun Tinglan told Song Jinhan the story of Wang Aijun turning the vegetable garden into a flower garden as a joke.

Song Jinhan's eyes were filled with smiles. He realized that he was being specifically called upon, so he pulled the person into his arms, and his hands began to become naughty.

Yun Tinglan slapped his hand away and deliberately put on a stern face, "You're still laughing! What's the matter? Someone is secretly in love with you, and you feel proud?"

"Um"

"Hmm?" If it was just some romantic interest between husband and wife at the beginning, Yun Tinglan was really jealous when she heard his answer like that.

"Madam is even more charming when she is jealous." He stroked her eyebrows with his fingertips, neither lightly nor heavily, but the meaning soon changed. He moved to another position and gently stroked her eyebrows.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a few soft moans escaped from her mouth, revealing a hint of charm, like the best aphrodisiac, burning the two of them.

The night is always long.

The wind blowing in her face carried the smell of earth and grass after the rain, and was a little damp. Yun Tinglan pulled her clothes tightly together, looked out the window, and saw gray clouds gathering again.

Is it going to rain again? She got up and went to the yard to collect the herbs that were drying in the sun.

"Doctor Yun, Liu Wei hurt her leg!"

Yun Tinglan was startled by the familiar voice. She turned around and saw that it was Geng Bao! Why was he here?

Look at the patches on his body, he looks so shabby?

Geng Bao smiled bitterly: "I was sent here last week."

Demoted? He is a combat hero and an eighth generation peasant. He could only be implicated. Zhu Xueer?

She is indeed from a capitalist family, but Geng Bao's own contributions are there. Protecting Zhu Xueer may affect her future, but it shouldn't lead to her being demoted, right?

Glancing at the old lady who was stretching her head to look over here, Yun Tinglan didn't ask any questions. She just acted in a businesslike manner and asked him to put Liu Wei on the wooden bed.

Liu Wei was still unconscious, with sweat on her forehead, pale lips, sunken cheeks, and she looked extremely thin.

Her leg injury was not serious, just a fracture, but her physical condition was a little bad and she was severely malnourished.

Yun Tinglan bandaged her wound and then went to see the old lady. She was the only one in the clinic at the moment, and all the others were busy working in the fields.

Only Yun Tinglan was allowed to stay in the clinic by Xu Jianmin because she was pregnant.

"Food poisoning." Yun Tinglan told the family members who hurried over truthfully.

What? Food poisoning again! This is the third time. "Mom, you ate wild vegetables again." Her son was a little angry.

The old lady felt guilty, "The wild vegetables are so fresh and tender, and I can't find them in my hometown even if I want to."

"You don't have to save. The food I earn is enough for our family."

The old lady rolled her eyes and said, "You're such a jerk. Your wife is so hungry that she has almost no milk left, and my lovely grandson is starving too." At her age, she can survive on just a handful of wild vegetables. If she really dies, she won't be a burden to her children.

The son was angry and helpless, and walked out with the old lady on his back.