During the Laba Festival, Lin Qinghe got up early in the morning and cooked a big pot of fragrant Laba porridge.
Although it is only slightly sweet, the Laba porridge cooked by Lin Qinghe has a different taste and is very delicious.
In previous years, Zhou's father and Zhou's mother didn't come here, so they just scooped some of them, and it looked like one person would have at most two bowls.
However, people at this time because of the lack of oil and water, the appetite for each meal is really big, regardless of the old couple's age, but they really want to eat, compared to the fifteen and sixty-and-a-half years old, that is nothing. Poor.
So where two bowls are enough, at most one half full.
But this year is different. The old couple came here to eat three meals a day, so the Laba porridge was naturally let go and drank.
"The snow was heavy last night, so your parents can still sleep warmly?" Lin Qinghe asked while drinking Laba porridge.
Last night, the eldest child and the second child were both called by Lin Qinghe to sleep in the house.
Although the eldest and the second are both young, it is very happy that the two brothers can come here to sleep.
"Warm, the big quilt is soft and warm." Zhou Mu said with a smile.
Father Zhou also nodded.
Not only is the quilt warm, but also the new sweater knitted by his wife, which is also very warm.
Lin Qinghe didn't say anything, and asked them to drink more Laba porridge.
The eldest kid also asked, "Mother, will our family make bacon this year?"
"What do you remember?" Lin Qinghe looked at him in surprise.
She didn't make bacon last year. She did it the year before.
"I remember it all." Erwa took over.
Sanwa asked, "What is bacon? Isn't it delicious?" At that time, he was still young, so he must not remember it.
"It's delicious, steamed and fried pickles, there is no better meat than this." Dawa said.
"Mother, I haven't eaten yet!" Sanwa immediately looked at his mother.
"You haven't eaten it before, you don't know how much you have eaten, but you have eaten but you didn't remember it." Lin Qinghe said.
"The grandfather and mother must have never eaten it." Sanwa said.
Father Zhou was silent. When he used to work for the landlord's house, the chef saw that he had given him a piece of bacon. So far, the old man still remembers that he can really swallow his tongue.
Mother Zhou didn't know either, because Lin Qinghe didn't do much, so she didn't take it.
Then there was worry about being said to be extravagant and wasteful, so Lin Qinghe didn't give it.
"Just say if you want to eat it yourself, don't get involved with your grandfather and mother." Lin Qinghe said.
"Mother, do what you do." The Sanwa was too hard and started to feel soft.
"I will ask if there is any meat later. If there is, I can eat bacon during the New Year. If not, then I can only wait for our pork." Lin Qinghe said.
The two pigs in her family have not been killed this year. They will be slaughtered around the middle of the twelfth lunar month, but there is still time to make bacon at that time.
After eating Laba porridge, Lin Qinghe went out by bike.
Zhou Qingbai wanted to follow, but Lin Qinghe didn't let it go. It was not a big deal, and the weather could be warmer when riding a bicycle.
Zhou Mu didn't say anything about the matter of buying meat for bacon as long as she wanted to.
What's more, she is so old, she still doesn't know what bacon tastes like.
Lin Qinghe came over to Sister Mei and talked about the need for loin. This time it was a lot, so Lin Qinghe gave Sister Mei three food stamps from their side.
One food stamp is four catties, and three is twelve catties.
"I can't assure you how much, but you can come over at this time tomorrow." Sister Mei said.
With these three food stamps, Sister Mei can go to work.
Moreover, Lin Qinghe's price for meat also gave Sister Mei profit margins, and Sister Mei would naturally do it.
Lin Qinghe didn't have a meat ticket, on the contrary, she had a meat ticket.
However, there is no need to give the meat ticket from Sister Mei. She can buy the meat ticket from Sister Mei's side, but when she needs it at home, she will buy it at the meat stall.
One thing she disliked was that she had to wait in line to buy at the meat stall, but only a few taels of meat for the top of the sky.
Therefore, Lin Qinghe would generally not buy them at meat stalls. These meat tickets are almost hard currency, and she can exchange them for money whenever she goes to the city.
After Sister Mei came out, Lin Qinghe rode home.
Halfway through the road, I also met an old lady carrying a basket of eggs and going to the commune. This must be selling eggs.
"Auntie, can't you change the eggs?" Lin Qinghe said casually.
"I'm going to change some brown sugar." The old lady glanced at her and said.
"This is a coincidence. I just bought some brown sugar here. Maybe it's the last one from the supply and marketing agency. Auntie, do you want to change it with me? I'm not in a hurry. You can give it to you first." Lin Qinghe Smiled.
She is now used to straddling a basket when she goes out, and she scoops out a pack of brown sugar when she takes the basket.
This brown sugar bag was opened before. Lin Qinghe bought it in the city and kept it as a spare, thinking that it might be used someday
Sure enough, this is useful.
The brown sugar was naturally in Lin Qinghe's space, but Lin Qinghe had brought twenty catties back then, now there are only four or five catties left, and what he took out was almost one catty.
But having this pound of brown sugar is pretty good, at this time brown sugar is really rare.
Especially the old lady's daughter-in-law gave birth last night and must eat brown sugar to supplement!
However, the old lady was obviously at a loss for a basket of eggs for this pound of brown sugar. Lin Qinghe didn’t get the money for the little old lady, so he divided two-thirds of the eggs out, and returned the remaining one-third. This old lady.
"Auntie, isn't it fair for us to exchange like this?" Lin Qinghe asked.
"Just and fair." The old lady was reluctant at first, but when Lin Qinghe paid her back almost a catty, she nodded with a smile.
Lin Qinghe nodded and rode home.
One catty of brown sugar can be exchanged for almost three catties of eggs, so Lin Qinghe won't lose.
The consumption of eggs in the family now is really big, especially since there are not many eggs left in her space, it is about to be consumed after this winter.
When we go to the city next spring, we have to take care of it.
Three catties of eggs were taken home, and they became five catties. If Zhou's mother was there, she might ask.
But only Zhou Qingbai and his three sons were left, and that didn't matter.
She has the final say in everything in the family, she is in charge, so there is nothing to ask.
"Mother, can you make bacon?" Sanwa was concerned about this.
"Unconscionable brat, your mother, I went out in a cold day, and I didn't see you caring when I came back. You are worried about your bacon, you can eat ass." Lin Qinghe said.
The boy Sanwa was not only not angry, but also grinned: "Mother, you are swearing."
"Father and son are debt collectors." Lin Qinghe patted his ass, rolled his eyes at the innocent Zhou Qingbai, and went into the house to put the eggs.