In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, there is a cold wind blowing outside the firewood house, but the inside of the house is warm and peaceful.
Zhao Lanxiang was sweating from eating, and couldn't help taking off his coat. She lightly drank the red grain Daqu brought by Tang Qing, and ate the fragrant white wine with the hot red oil hot pot, and soon she was overwhelmed by alcohol.
She took a sip of milk to hangover and said with a smile, "I hope next year will be even more prosperous!"
Tang Qing said: "I hope next year we can gather together and eat meat and drink!"
Zhou Jiazhen said: "I hope the brigade will have a good harvest next year!"
He Songbai hesitated for a while, then raised the thick porcelain bowl and touched them one by one, "I hope... next year goes smoothly."
Sister He smiled and gestured: "Next year...the family will be healthy."
Everyone couldn't help but make expectations for next year. At the same time, Zhao Lanxiang also made a silent wish in his heart: I wish He Songbai all the best.
The large bottle of wine that Tang Qing brought was also of high concentration. A few women only dipped it in a little, and he didn't hide the rest, and just filled it with himself and He Songbai.
He showed his white teeth and persuaded him to drink: "Drink more!"
At the end of this pork offal hot pot, everyone had their mouths full of oil, and their stomachs were full and satisfied. There was a pile of high bones on the table, and they even took out the bones of the soup base and gnawed the marrow thoroughly.
Tang Qing's alcohol consumption was light, and he drank only half a bottle before he fell drunk in front of the table. His fair face pressed against the table, pressing out a shallow trace.
Zhou Jiazhen and Sister He cleaned up the mess after dinner, and when they saw this Tang Zhiqing drinking like this, they couldn't help shaking their heads.
Zhou Jiazhen said: "Jiang Li went back, and he probably wasn't too happy in his heart."
Sister He smiled and said nothing.
After she sent Zhou Jiazhen away, she returned to the house with a pile of fabrics. Li Dali had already finished his dinner. He was eating pork belly noodles stewed in old stock. The noodles were deliciously cooked with a few drops of oil, and there was a pig's trotter lying on the surface.
After eating, his stomach was full and full of oil and water.
He said, "Have you finished eating?"
He Songye nodded, picked up a needle and thread under the kerosene lamp, and sewed clothes quietly and meticulously. Li Dali leaned against the bed, sewing zippers and buttons with both hands.
His hands were used to heavy farm work, and he had grown a hard and thick calluses. But when it comes to doing these meticulous work, there is no ambiguity. During this period of rehabilitation, he was able to calm down and spend a whole day sewing clothes, hoping that he would still be able to make a difference instead of being a burden.
He quickly finished sewing the zipper and tacked the buttons.
"Come here and rest early."
he ordered.
He Songye hurriedly finished sewing the work in her hands, turned off the oil lamp and walked to the bedside in the dark, leaning on one side into her husband's warm and strong embrace.
Li Dali kissed her vaguely, touched her face, and said, "Don't be so tired, I can sew clothes now."
He Songye wrapped his arms around his neck and rubbed his chin with a slight stubble affectionately.
His breath was filled with the smell of his strong man, and his body was hot and strong. Although He Songye served the cattle in the brigade every day, he also hurrying to make clothes, making one set every day and earning a dollar for the craftsmanship. The days were not tired at all, on the contrary, they became more fulfilling. She touched her husband's firm body, and her heart became more and more sweet.
He will get better soon!
After Laba, the days were dull and leisurely. Zhao Lanxiang took the time to make New Year's cakes and blessing cakes. These things were all in short supply years ago, and the supply and marketing cooperatives couldn't sell them.
Whether it is a farmer who has been poor for a whole year, or a city person who is living in austere ways, they don’t care about this penny before the Chinese New Year. a little. This kind of "high-end" pastry, I bought it back with a lot of face, and people who carried a few pieces of snacks bought by the supply and marketing agency were windy when they walked.
Taking advantage of this period of no farm work, Zhao Lanxiang made dim sum for ten days in a row, making 30 pounds a day, and earning her pockets before returning home.
Liang Tiezhu came to get her food every day after sending the post to the pig farm, and Zhao Lanxiang's diligent work also made him earn a lot.
He wiped his sweat and said happily: "Our cakes sell very well, but it's too hard for you to do it by yourself, and you have to do it every night at night."
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile, "I didn't do any work during the day anyway, so I'll go back to sleep when I'm done. I love to sleep until what time."
Three days before New Year's Eve, she finally steamed a basket full of rice cakes, pressed them into a snack shape, and sprinkled with crushed sesame seeds. Ten catties were left for the He family to eat slowly, ten catties were given to Liang Tiezhu, and ten catties were given to Li Zhong. The rice cake is made in the Suzhou style, with sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus. It can be stored for a long time on a cold day and is not bad. When eating, put some oil and sauce in the pot, and you can fry it.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "I heard Bo Ge'er say that your pig farm has slaughtered a few pigs, right?"
Liang Tiezhu nodded.
"They didn't pay much attention to raising pigs in the past. In order to kill pigs every day, big pigs and small pigs are mixed together. This time, my brother changed the feed and divided the pigs into pens, and the amount of feed fed is different. , Zhongzhu grows up very quickly, a hundred kilograms, and it is not heavy. However, the price of pork was very high a year ago. Brother Bo said it would be better to kill it earlier and earn a fortune before the year. "
Zhao Lanxiang urged: "Be careful in everything and pay attention to safety."
Liang Tiezhu's ears froze when he heard these words, not only Zhao Lanxiang said it, but his mother-in-law also said it all day long.
He responded, "You have to pay attention to safety when you go home."
Two days before New Year's Eve, Zhao Lanxiang packed her luggage and was ready to leave. She waited and waited before leaving, but couldn't wait for He Songbai. Zhou Jiazhen and Tang Qing both came to meet her and asked her to pack up faster.
She knew that he was busy slaughtering pigs these days, and he and another pig slaughter master were the only ones in the whole pig farm, and it was very hard. She thought about it and quickly wrote a short letter and left it pressed with the vase.
The sky was gray and bright, and He Songbai had just rushed back from the pig slaughtering farm sweating profusely after finishing his work. He stood at the door of the object, and he knew that the building was empty without knocking.
Because the oil lamps in the house are out.
He rubbed his growing hair irritably, pushed the door and walked into the subject's room, laying down on her cold bed that was still soaked in her scent.
He Songbai suddenly jumped up and slammed out of the door empty-handed. He rode the Phoenix car and rushed to the fork in Hezitun waiting for the car like an arrow from Li Xian.
He blew a few miles of cold wind, and quietly put down the bicycle against the severe cold.
He hid in the dry reeds, and showed his white teeth at the woman leaning against the car window with his chin up and looking out.
Zhao Lanxiang inexplicably caught sight of the man hiding in the distance, whose face he could no longer see clearly, her heartstrings trembled suddenly, the apex of her heart was sweet and sour.
His eyes were warm and astringent, and there was an urge to almost cry.
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After a long day and night of driving, Zhao Lanxiang returned home with the severe cold.
Little Huzi dressed up into a chubby ball, and jumped up and hugged her sister's waist with joy.
Zhao Lanxiang withstood the big meatball that suddenly attacked, and hugged his small waist that was too fat to be found.
"You're naughty, what should I do if I can't catch you later, you can't do this in the future!"
Xiao Huzi put his arms around his sister's neck smoothly, "Big girl, what are we going to eat tonight?"
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help laughing, "So you haven't seen me for so long, do you just want to eat?"
Xiaohuzi looked at her and shook his head sharply, "Mom is about to ruin the delicious food."
He pointed to the kitchen where the fumes were smoking, and Zhao Lanxiang quickly put down his brother and walked quickly into the kitchen. She saw the smoky fish fried in Feng Lian's pot, she quickly lifted the pot, and took out the half-cooked fish that was sticking to the pot.
"Let me do it."
Feng Lian wiped her sweat, as if frightened.
"Your dad is always thinking about the squirrel mandarin fish you made, and when he didn't see you coming back, I tried to make it..."
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help laughing, "People's teacher, you better go out and prepare lessons, I'll cook the New Year's Eve dinner."
It was New Year's Eve when she rushed home. Feng Lian finally went to the black market to grab a fish at a high price, but she messed up.
Zhao Lanxiang took out the pork frozen with ice cubes from the box. This was specially left to her by the man. Although the ice tightly wrapped in oil paper had melted for the most part, the meat was still good. In addition, there are two pounds of sausages, bacon, and sun-dried loach.
She led Xiaohuzi to the black market and bought two catties of bones at a huge price, 50 cents a catty.
Seasonal vegetables, 25 cents a pound.
Live fish, one piece and five pieces.
Live prawns, two pieces per pound.
Xiao Huzi stared at his sister carrying a large basket of trophies home, and hurriedly picked up four potatoes and threw them onto the basket.
"This is also, don't miss it!"
Zhao Lanxiang thought that even the black market would be closed during the Spring Festival, so she would buy the most important food first and make several trips. She put the four potatoes back, touched the little tiger's head, and whispered:
"Good, let's come over and move it next time, okay? My sister will buy you a small bag of it."
Xiaohuzi believed her words, carried a fat fish and went home with her sister. The next time they came to the black market, they changed their clothes, bought food, and disappeared into the deep alleys with a "swoosh" on their bicycles.
Zhao Lanxiang felt a sense of refreshment after buying the spoils. This is probably the meaning of earning money hard, so that he can buy everything he wants to buy regardless of the price.
She kept the food in a cool place.
On New Year's Eve, Zhao Lanxiang cooked a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner, and both parents enjoyed it very much. Little Huzi sucked the prawn's thumb and dipped his hand in oil.
Zhao Yongqing couldn't look directly at his daughter's blatant "big money". After eating, he secretly asked her: "Did your uncle subsidize you privately?"
"Tell me, I'll make it up later."
Zhao Lanxiang shook his head and said bluntly, "No, this is the money I earned myself."
Zhao Yongqing suddenly seemed to understand, and suddenly lowered his head and stared at his daughter, his clear face climbed a touch of complexity.
"you you… "
"You have big ideas since you were a child."
He recruited his daughter into the room and asked her carefully what she did and how she did it.
Based on the principle of not worrying about her father during the Chinese New Year, Zhao Lanxiang only briefly talked about selling dim sum.
Zhao Yongqing thought hard, looked at his daughter with a deep frown, and finally said, "Your dad and I... I will have a quarrel with your grandfather when I go to college. I am so poor that I can't open the pot, and I also secretly sold a few bags. Food. In order to earn some living expenses for myself, but the classmates who worked with me that year are still squatting in prison."
He sighed, disapproving of his daughter taking risks for this money. He thought about taking out the Great Unity from his pocket and stuffing it into his daughter's hands.
"Listen to Dad, don't do it in the future."
Zhao Lanxiang didn't ask for his money, and seemed surprised and thoughtful: "You couldn't figure out the situation at the time, and you used the wrong method."
"In the past few years, the red soldiers have been so fierce, and my father dared to speculate. Whoever they do not arrest you arrest? But look at it now... Look around, do you notice anything?"
"The situation is different now."
Zhao Lanxiang said lightly, her beautiful face showing a firm and confident expression.
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