The settlement appraisal on the brigade is an annual event.
Going to a public meeting in the city.
It is a good one, and it is naturally bright.
But according to Lin Qinghe's past few years, the harvest of the brigade is indeed very good, especially in the past two years, basically every year has been regarded as a bumper harvest.
Lin Qinghe, who doesn't have a sense of collective honor, doesn't care about this, and asks directly: "Can you kill more pigs this year?"
"No." Zhou Qingbai shook his head.
Lin Qinghe didn't care about it.
In fact, there is no benefit, so what else is there to say
Zhou Qingbai felt helpless when she saw her like this, and planned to tell her about this sense of honor.
"I know, the sense of honor. Our team gave an excellent rating. The young man and the girl on the team are easy to talk about when they say they are kissing. I know that when they go out, they also bring wind on the soles of their feet." Lin Qinghe began to make noodles and plans to eat dumplings tonight. , Said so on the lips.
Zhou Qingbai did not speak.
Lin Qinghe looked up at him for a while and said, "If you are okay, just cut the pickles for me."
Zhou Qingbai can only come and cut pickles.
He discovered that his wife is really different, you have to say she understands, sometimes she is really flabbergasted in some performances.
In places like old Kyoto, she dared to go out on her own, not afraid at all, like a silly big sister.
But if she doesn't understand it, that's special... difficult.
She knows everything, but she just doesn't follow the rules, but she doesn't violate the rules, everything is within the rules, and then she does her own way, especially independent.
Zhou Qingbai looked at his wife as he chopped pickles.
Lin Qinghe said: "You guys will eat more later, I don't like pickles."
She doesn't like to eat pork dumplings with pickled vegetables tonight. In fact, she prefers to eat pork dumplings with mushrooms, but the mushrooms are gone, so she can only eat pork dumplings with pickled vegetables.
Of course, the pickled pork dumplings are particularly delicious in Zhou Qingbai’s recipe.
"Make some other fillings." Zhou Qingbai said.
"I'll go to the city to buy some more in a few days, there is nothing good at home." Lin Qinghe said.
In the days when she and Zhou Qingbai were away, Zhou's mother hadn't spent any money. The food and drink were all at home. Now the eldest children can eat more and more every day, and the consumption of food is normal.
Yesterday, I was really tired and panicked because I was in a car all the way. At this time, the smell of oily smoke from the car could almost kill people, so Lin Qinghe didn't want to buy some supplies in the city and go home.
"Go together." Zhou Qingbai said.
"Yes." Lin Qinghe nodded.
Eat pork and pickled vegetable dumplings at night.
Zhou's father and Zhou's mother were full of oil.
Mother Zhou asked her: "Is there still meat at home?"
I went out in the morning, Lin Qinghe casually said: "Cut a piece of it left."
Mother Zhou didn't say anything.
Now this day is getting colder every day. When sleeping at night, Lin Qinghe likes to be close to Zhou Qingbai. The body temperature of this man is very warm, like a big stove.
"I asked for so many times last night, you can rest." Lin Qinghe felt the man's enthusiasm for him shortly after.
He's not young anymore, but his interest in this matter hasn't fallen at all, and he still treats her as always.
If she hadn't given it sometimes, he would basically come at least once a day, and the demand would be huge.
"Just once." Zhou Qingbai said dumbly.
Although it was only once, it was almost an hour before and after this time.
Lin Qinghe had already served this man, as if he had never eaten meat.
He was satisfied, and Lin Qinghe was exhausted.
In the next few days, Lin Qinghe came to Sister Mei every day to get meat. After accumulating ten jin of meat, Lin Qinghe brought Zhou Qingbai to the city.
The eldest child, the second child and the third child, wanted to follow, but was sent off by Lin Qinghe.
They were originally used to buy sugar and malted milk extract to prevaricate them, but they have eaten a lot of these things and they are not rare at all.
So I'd rather not want to follow along.
"Follow now, then you won't go to take pictures and watch movies during the Chinese New Year, you can choose by yourself." Lin Qinghe said.
These words are very useful, so the three brothers began to make various requests.
Little man book, glass ball, white rabbit toffee, and malted milk essence, all!
Lin Qinghe wanted to beat people, so he got used to these stinky boys.
"We don't know when there will be a milk station here." Lin Qinghe said when he arrived on the road in the city in Zhou Qingbai's car.
Zhou Qingbai's bike was riding very steadily, so she just had to hug his waist.
Of course, this has to take advantage of no one, if anyone has to sit properly.
"Want to drink?" Zhou Qingbai asked.
As for his wife's arms around his waist, he was very satisfied. He liked the little movements of his daughter-in-law very much.
Occasionally kiss him and act coquettishly with him or something.
"Daddy they have to drink it, milk is best at this age," Lin Qinghe said.
Even though she has tried her best to make every meal more nutritious, it is still the case.
"I'm going to ask my comrade-in-arms." Zhou Qingbai said.
Lin Qinghe nodded: "Then you can ask questions when you get to the county seat. I'll do the shopping. I'll wait for you at the door of the supply and marketing agency when I'm done. If you see that I'm not there, then I must be shopping in the mall and you are there. wait for me."
"Good." Zhou Qingbai nodded.
This is the county seat, so he naturally doesn't worry about it. Compared with the big world outside, in this county seat, even if something happens to her, he can still carry it around.
When he arrived at the county seat, Zhou Qingbai went to take care of him, while Lin Qinghe went to sell the pork immediately before coming to the supply and marketing cooperative.
"Is there milk powder?" Lin Qinghe's eyes lit up when he saw that there was milk powder.
"All that's left." The salesperson nodded.
"Give me these two bags." Lin Qinghe said unpretentiously.
This is a new type of powdered milk. A bag of powdered milk is 500 grams and costs three dollars a bag.
Of course this is not sweet. If sugar is added, the bag will cost more than three dollars.
But milk powder? What kind of sugar do you need? Pure milk tastes good.
Two bags of powdered milk were bought for six yuan without blinking.
I ordered two bags of milk powder, and then I bought some other supplies, including toffee mushrooms, shrimp skin, kelp, red dates.
"I still have to deal with the cloth, do you want?" the salesperson asked her.
"No more." Lin Qinghe shook his head, there is still a lot of cloth at home.
When these things were sold out, Lin Qinghe wrapped up a package and placed it directly at the supply and marketing agency, and then went to buy a book for the second child and glass beads for the third child.
She didn't notice, as soon as she left, someone wanted to see what she bought in her package.
But the salesman stopped drinking: "Hey, that lesbian, what are you doing, it's not yours!"
"Don't get me wrong, that's my aunt." The woman quickly said with a smile.