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Zhou Jiazhen said, "There's no Fu Qiang powder left. Can we buy something else?"
It cost three cents to come to the county once, and six cents to go back and forth. She couldn't bear to spend this money in vain. She felt terrible for Zhao Lanxiang.
In the end, Zhao Lanxiang didn't care about what was good or bad. She bought a bag of construction powder. The country differentiated the quality of flour according to the gluten content and fineness,
Fu Qiang powder was the best,
It was equivalent to No. 1 powder, followed by construction powder.
She handed the thirty-kilogram food coupon to the salesman,
In addition to the money and food coupon, she also handed over a small notebook and sketched it out for the person in charge of the grain depot.
In the 1970s, there was no aboveboard sale of grain on the market,
It was all bought and sold by the country. The non-agricultural households in the town were distributed food according to the number of people,
The rural households were distributed food by the production team at the end of the year. Before going to the countryside, Feng Lian was worried that her daughter might not earn enough to support herself,
So she handed over her grain and oil supply to her daughter,
She could get thirty-five kilograms of grain every month,
The treatment was very good. Ordinary residents in the city could get thirty to thirty-five kilograms of grain every month. Feng Lian's school was very lucky,
She gave the old employees an increase of five kilograms of monthly grain.
Last month, Zhao Lanxiang used up thirty kilograms of grain,
She ate twenty kilograms and saved ten kilograms. The surplus of five kilograms of grain and oil was lent to Zhou Jiazhen.
Zhao Lanxiang bought thirty kilograms of flour in one go, which made Zhou Jiazhen suck in a breath of cold air.
Zhao Lanxiang was definitely the most extravagant rich person that Zhou Jiazhen had ever seen,
Every time she bought food, she didn't even blink,
She was also extravagant with food and flowers,
Every time she came to town, she bought pork, and she liked to buy lean pork. One had to know that fat meat was much more valuable than lean meat,
Fat meat could be squeezed for oil,
And it was delicious,
Fried crispy and tender, not to mention how fragrant it was. However, Zhao Lanxiang insisted on buying pork and oil separately. He was too particular.
However, when it was time to buy pork, the extravagant "rich person" Zhao Lanxiang discovered that if she continued to eat meat at the same speed as yesterday, she would soon run out of meat coupons sent by her parents. Her brows furrowed slightly.
In fact, it wasn't that Zhao Yongqing and Feng Lian didn't give enough, but Zhao Lanxiang's appetite was no longer the same as before. After coming to the countryside, she would eat some meat every now and then to satisfy her cravings. To Zhao Lanxiang, who ate meat for every meal in the future, it was obviously frugal. However, compared to the 18-year-old Zhao Lanxiang who was used to the lack of resources, it seemed extravagant and wasteful.
When Zhou Jiazhen saw Zhao Lanxiang walking towards the grocery store again, he quickly stopped her. "Why are you still buying pork? Have you finished all the pork from yesterday?"
Zhao Lanxiang replied, "I'm done."
Although she was distressed to spend so many meat coupons, the gluttonous worm in her stomach was already clamoring. People lived in this world for the sake of eating. She lived on food, three meals a day. In the past, the 18-year-old Zhao Lanxiang hadn't seen the world. Now, Zhao Lanxiang was an old person who had experienced decades of changes. The conservative and frugal nature in her bones had long been thoroughly changed by the spirit of the new era.
In the end, she boldly bought … half a catty of pork, half a catty of pork intestines, and half a catty of pork trotters.
Zhou Jiazhen watched "Extravagant Zhao" buy the pork, then turn to the supply and demand cooperative to buy some cloves, nutmeg, star anise, cinnamon … and other spices. She also bought some soy sauce, white wine, aged vinegar, and so on. Zhao Lanxiang steadily folded the shopping list and put it in her pocket. There were too many things to buy, and she was afraid that she would forget them.
In her previous life, although Zhao Lanxiang was a person who didn't do household chores, in order to curry favor with Jiang Jianjun, she became a virtuous and virtuous military wife. She worked hard on her culinary skills just so that he could have a delicious meal when he returned home. As time passed, calluses gradually formed on her hands and her palms became rough. No one in the courtyard didn't say that the food she cooked was good. When the oil heated the food and put it in the pot, the fragrance from the kitchen attracted people from all directions.
Later, Zhao Lanxiang married He Songbai. The He family had a gluttonous older sister, and the two of them just happened to be together. On the weekends, the He family's kitchen was filled with fragrance. He Songbai was fattened up by her.
She listed more than 30 spices on the list, but she could only buy a small portion of the spices on the list after searching everywhere. Zhao Lanxiang wasn't discouraged. After all, the economic conditions and resources in the county were far inferior to those in the city. It was good enough that she could buy half of the spices.
Zhao Lanxiang returned with a fruitful trip this time. Zhou Jiazhen also bought two feet of homespun cloth to make summer clothes. Her family's conditions couldn't be compared to Zhao Lanxiang's, but she had a good mentality. After so many years in the countryside, she had saved a small sum of money and didn't have to worry about food and clothing.
However, Zhou Jiazhen, who had never been depressed before, was about to reach marriageable age. This was the first time she was worried.
Did she really want to take root in the village?
She glanced at Zhao Lanxiang, who was carrying bags of various sizes back to the brigade with satisfaction. For the first time, she envied her youth and vitality.
…
Zhou Jiazhen helped Zhao Lanxiang carry a bag of flour back to the He family's old house. Zhao Lanxiang took out the wild fruits that San Ya had left for her to reward Zhou Jiazhen. This kind of dark purple fruit was called a twist. When it was ripe, it was sweet and delicious. It could be found all over the mountains. San Ya would bring back a bag of it when she went to the mountains to gather pigweed. San Ya, who didn't have any sugar to eat, treated it as a precious treasure. Every year, she hoped that summer would come faster so that the twist in the mountains would ripen faster.
It was obvious that Zhou Jiazhen loved this kind of fruit. She was pleasantly surprised and ate a big handful of it. She didn't care that her fingertips were stained with its juice. After eating, she licked her lips in satisfaction.
"How did you get it? I went to the mountains to gather firewood a few days ago, but I couldn't find it. It's been plucked bald."
Sister He and San Ya, who were used to gathering pigweed in the mountains, were familiar with all the treasures in the mountains.
Zhao Lanxiang just smiled and poured a glass of water for her.
Zhou Jiazhen gulped down two big bowls of water and burped. "I didn't expect that although the He family is poor, these old houses are quite solid. Although you don't like what I say, the He family is really … "
As she spoke, she walked out of Zhao Lanxiang's room. Suddenly, she found something and shook her head.
At this time, Zhao Lanxiang was carrying a pig intestine to the well to wash it. She was surprised to see a man squatting in the field watering the vegetable sprouts. The pea sprouts climbed up the fence and covered his tall and thin body.
When he saw Zhao Lanxiang's surprised look, he coldly turned his head away.
She couldn't hide the joy in her words. When she mentioned noodles, her dark eyes seemed to light up in an instant.
Ever since Jiang Li ate a meal of Zhao Lanxiang's noodles, she couldn't go to the state-run restaurant in the city to eat stir-fried noodles or eat noodles. Not only did everything not taste good, but she also became more and more irritable. She wanted to find something as delicious as Zhao Lanxiang's, but she was disappointed. She ordered the most expensive noodles in the restaurant. Not only was the meat not tender and not fragrant, the noodles were soft and mushy. It was simply a waste of food stamps!
Under this strong contrast, Jiang Li missed Zhao Lanxiang's noodles more and more.
At night, she tossed and turned, thinking about it. Even in her dreams, she ate it. When she woke up one day and her pillow was stained with saliva from her dreams, Jiang Li knew that she couldn't bear it anymore. Once the weekend came, she couldn't wait to run over to Zhao Lanxiang's place.
She already understood a fact that she didn't want to admit. Even if she returned to her home, where she didn't lack anything, she still couldn't find noodles that suited her taste. If she wanted to eat noodles, she had to go find Zhao Lanxiang.
Wasn't it just food stamps and money? If she wanted it, she would give it to her! If she could eat noodles, she would even cut off her own flesh!
When Zhao Lanxiang heard this, she rubbed her forehead and said, "Noodles aren't something that you can eat whenever you want to. Last night, I didn't add a broth, so I couldn't make fresh soup."
She only cared about waking up early to make mung bean cakes in the dark. How could she have the time to add a broth? Moreover, she had no interest in accommodating the eldest miss's taste.
Jiang Li, whose cheeks were red from the excitement of eating noodles, suddenly felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over her head. Her heart was cold. This was the first time in her life that she took the initiative, but she actually met with failure.
Jiang Li's rosy cheeks instantly lost their color. She puffed up her cheeks and said, "I want to eat now."
Didn't Zhao Lanxiang still want to be her sister-in-law? Now was such a good opportunity to curry favor, but she didn't want it. How long was she going to wait?
It was a pity that Zhao Lanxiang didn't fall for this trick.
She spread out her hands and lightly said, "If you want to eat noodles, first you have to go to the store to buy bones. The journey back and forth will take at least three hours. Then you have to boil soup for another three hours. Once everything is done, you can finally start making noodles. By the time you can eat noodles, the sky will be dark.
But … … all of this isn't important. What's important is that today is the weekend, so there will be a lot of people lining up at the store. It will take at least an hour to line up. When it's your turn, there won't even be any bones left. "
You want to eat?
In your dreams!
After Jiang Li heard this, she was like a frozen eggplant. After listening to Zhao Lanxiang's analysis, she also knew that she wouldn't be able to eat noodles today. She bit her lip in disappointment, like a pitiful abandoned dog.
She reluctantly took a step back and said, "I want to eat it tomorrow."
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and continued to cut. She calmly said, "Didn't I say that you can't buy bones on the weekend?"
Jiang Li only wanted to stomp her feet. She had painstakingly thought of pork belly noodles for a week, but she couldn't even eat them?
She suddenly exploded and angrily threw out a sentence, "Don't think that I don't know that you just don't want to cook for me."
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