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Zhou Jiazhen said, "There are no more fuqiang powder,
Can you 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 so sorry 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. Fuqiang powder was the best, equivalent to No. 1 powder, and construction powder was second.
She handed the thirty-kilogram food coupon to the salesman. In addition to the money and food coupon, she also handed over a small book,
She sketched out a stroke for the person in charge of the grain depot.
In the 1970s, there was no open sale of food on the market. It was all bought and sold by the country. The non-agricultural households in the cities and towns were distributed food according to the number of people, while 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 was able to get thirty-five kilograms of grain every month,
The treatment was very generous. Generally, the residents of the city were allocated 30 to 35 kilograms of grain every month. Feng Lian's school was very lucky, and she gave the old employees an increase of five kilograms of grain every month.
Last month, Zhao Lanxiang used up thirty kilograms of grain. She ate twenty kilograms and saved ten kilograms. The extra five kilograms of grain and oil was lent to Zhou Jiazhen.
Zhao Lanxiang bought thirty kilograms of flour in one go,
Zhou Jiazhen sucked in a breath of cold air.
Zhao Lanxiang was definitely the most extravagant rich person Zhou Jiazhen had ever seen. Every time she bought food, she didn't even blink her eyes. She was also extravagant in everything she ate and spent.
Every time she came to town, she bought pork.
She also liked to buy lean meat. One had to know that fat meat was much more valuable than lean meat.
Fat meat could be squeezed for oil.
It was delicious, and it was fried crispy and tender. 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. They 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 … a catty of meat, half a catty of pig intestines, and half a catty of pig trotters.
Zhou Jiazhen watched "Extravagant Zhao" buy the pork and 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 praise her cooking. When the oil heated the dishes and put them 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 only managed to 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 rewarding 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 was envious of her youth and vitality.
…
Zhou Jiazhen helped Zhao Lanxiang carry a bag of wheat 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 covered in 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. Someone plucked it 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 decent. Although you don't like what I say, the He family is really … "
She walked out of Zhao Lanxiang's room as she spoke. Suddenly, she found something and shook her head.
At this time, Zhao Lanxiang was carrying a pig intestine and was about to wash it by the well. She was surprised to see a man squatting in the field watering the vegetables. The pea sprouts climbed over the fence and covered his tall and thin body.
He saw Zhao Lanxiang's surprised look and turned his head away coldly.
She declined politely. "I don't want to trouble you …"
Li Dali interrupted her. "In the entire brigade, except for this family, everything else is negotiable. Otherwise, you won't recognize me as your captain. "
There was a stubborn sternness on his tanned face. He probably lectured too many people and was a bit like Zhao Lanxiang's grandfather. At that moment, Zhao Lanxiang felt like she was choking.
Li Dali didn't understand how this female educated youth was related to He Songbai.
Who was He Songbai? Wasn't that He Laoer?
He was named by the landlord's great-grandfather, who invited a master to give him his name. On the day of his one-month birthday, he invited the whole village to a banquet that lasted for several days. Everyone praised him incessantly, saying that he would definitely achieve great things, that he would have a bright future, and that he would definitely bring glory to his ancestors …
However, things didn't go as planned. The revolution came and the He family was robbed of everything. He Laoer had never gone to school or read since he was young. He loafed around all day and didn't do any proper work. He fought from the beginning of the village to the end of the village. He was a well-known troublemaker in the surrounding villages. He had a proud and ruthless aura. It wasn't that the He family didn't suffer when there was a lot of fighting. One day, the He family was in trouble. The next day, He Laoer smashed the troublemaker's head with a stone. His ruthlessness was frightening.
From then on, no one in the entire brigade dared to provoke He Songbai.
The most important thing was that He Laoer had been arrested last year for committing a crime of being a hooligan and had been reformed through labor for a period of time. This was the main reason why Li Dali opposed Zhao Lanxiang.
Sending this soft-tempered and beautiful female educated youth to live in Liuzi's house was like sending a sheep to the tiger's mouth. She wouldn't even struggle if he swallowed her.
Li Dali made a gesture. "How about this … Pack your luggage tonight and stay at my house. I'll prepare a room for you alone. "My family members are very easy to get along with.
Before he could finish the latter half of his sentence, the female educated youth shook her head and refused with a smile.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "I'm related to the He family. My parents will be more at ease if I live there."
She was eloquent and her voice was as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate. "He Songbai was born in 57 years. He has an older sister and a younger sister. His grandmother, Madam Li, was born in 24 years. She had one son and two daughters. My mother is the daughter of Madam Li's cousin. She is He Laoer's aunt. "
Zhao Lanxiang lied through her teeth with a straight face.
I'm sorry, mother. I let you have a nephew for no reason. I'll help you find an excellent son-in-law someday.
Li Dali suddenly felt a headache coming on. He wanted to see if she was lying from her face, but her eyes, which were as clear as a clear spring, were so bright that they could dazzle him. Now, her eyebrows were slightly raised and there was a smile in her eyes. It was as if she could see through people's thoughts.
Li Dali withdrew his scrutinizing gaze in embarrassment.
"This, this is good."
Since she said she was a relative, Li Dali couldn't say anything more. Could it be that he would criticize her relative's thinking quality in front of others?
As a result, Zhao Lanxiang successfully tricked her into staying there.
In the afternoon, the educated youths gathered to play cards and chat. Zhao Lanxiang took out a basket of uneaten meat buns from the woodshed and put them in a cloth bag. Three taels of oil was enough to make twenty meat buns and a bowl of noodle soup. She, Zhou Jiazhen, and a few other educated youths who were familiar with each other only ate ten meat buns.
She took the meat buns and went around to the other side of Ox-Horn Mountain. She walked to the edge of the field and found a place to sit down. She opened the cloth bag with the meat buns.
The meat buns that had just been heated in the steamer emitted a tempting aroma. Soon, a pair of feet wearing straw sandals appeared in front of Zhao Lanxiang. She raised her head, and a drooling face appeared in front of her. She looked from afar and didn't dare to approach. She also didn't want to leave.
The woman was around twenty years old, but there were wrinkles on her face. Her knuckles were swollen because she was used to hard work.
She opened her mouth and couldn't say anything. She just silently stared at Zhao Lanxiang eating the meat buns. Zhao Lanxiang finished a steamed bun in front of her. She tore open the white and tender skin of the steamed bun and bit into the tender and lean meat core. She swallowed the steamed bun with a happy and satisfied expression.
The envy in the woman's eyes deepened. However, she only looked from afar and occasionally glanced at her before lowering her head to cut her ox-grass. The large basket was as big as her. It was too heavy for her to bear on her thin shoulders.
Zhao Lanxiang's autumn water like almond eyes easily revealed a smile. She pushed the meat bun forward and put it in front of the woman.
This was He Songbai's eldest sister, He Songye. Zhao Lanxiang didn't say anything. She just made a few hand gestures to her.
Come, eat together.
Meat buns, there are too many. I can't finish it alone.
When she made the hand gestures, her back was straight and the corners of her mouth were curled up to reveal a smile. Her posture was correct and bright.
After Zhao Lanxiang finished making the hand gestures, He Songzhi's face was filled with undisguised surprise and a hint of hesitation.
Zhao Lanxiang continued, "I'm full."
"Meat buns, fragrant, delicious. Try it. "
He Songye had a high fever when she was young. It affected her auditory nerves and she couldn't hear anything. Gradually, she didn't know how to speak. Her parents passed away one after another. She was the one who raised her younger siblings. It could be said that she was the person He Songbai respected the most.
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