Bai Fumei in the ’70s

In the cold winter, the cold wind hung outside the chalet, but the house was warm and peaceful.

Zhao Lanxiang sweated all over her body and couldn't help taking off her coat.She drank shallowly the red grain Daqu brought by Tang Qing, and the fragrant white liquor served with hot red oil hot pot, and soon she was overwhelmed.

She sipped her milk to hangover, and said with a smile: "I hope the days will be more prosperous next year!"

Tang Qing said: "Hopefully we will be able to eat meat and drink together next year!"

Zhou Jiazhen said: "I hope the brigade will harvest next year!"

He Songbai hesitated for a while before lifting up the rough porcelain bowl and touching them in turn, "Hope...successfully next year."

Sister He smiled and said, "Next year...the family is in good health."

Everyone couldn't help but make expectations for next year. Zhao Lanxiang also made a silent wish in his heart: I hope He Songbai, everything is going well.

The concentration of the large bottle of wine brought by Tang Qing was also high. A few women only dipped a little, and the rest he did not hide tucked in, and filled himself and He Songbai directly.

He showed his white teeth and persuaded him to drink: "Drink more!"

At the end of this hot pot of pig miscellaneous meat, everyone ate a mouthful of oil, and his belly was full and happy.There were piles of bones piled high on the table, and they even pulled out the bones of the soup base to eat the bone marrow.

Tang Qingjiu had a light drink, and after drinking only half a bottle, he fell down and drunk at the table.His white face pressed against the table, and there was a shallow trace.

After Zhou Jiazhen and Sister He packed up the mess after seeing the meal, they could not help but shake their heads when they saw the Tang Zhiqing drinking it.

Zhou Jiazhen said: "Jiang Li went back, probably he was not very happy."

Sister He smiled and did not speak.

After she gave away Zhou Jiazhen, she returned to the house with a pile of cloth.Li Dali had finished his dinner. He was eating pork belly noodles stewed with old stock broth. The noodles were dripped with a few drops of oil. They were deliciously cooked and there was a trotter lying on the noodles.

His stomach was full, and the oil was very rich.

He said, "Done eating?"

He Songye nodded, and seized the needle thread under the kerosene lamp to sew the clothes quietly and meticulously.Li Dali leaned against the bed, and his hands were sewing zippers and buttons.

His hands are used to heavy farming, and he has grown a thick and thick cocoon.But when doing these meticulous tasks, it is also unambiguous.During the period of rehabilitation, he could sink his heart to sit and spend a whole day sewing clothes in the hope that he could have some effect, not a burden.

He quickly sewed the zipper and nailed the button again.

"Come here and rest early."

He ordered.

He Songye seized the work in her hand tightly, turned off the oil lamp and went to the bedside, and the side of her body fell into the warm and strong arms of her husband.

Li Dali kissed her vaguely and touched her face, saying: "Don't be so tired, I will sew clothes now."

He Songye hugged his neck and rubbed his chin with a stubble slightly.

His nose is full of his strong man's taste, his body is hot and strong.Although He Songye was serving the cattle of the brigade every day, he also seized the time to make clothes with stitches, making one set a day and earning a dollar of manual fees.The days are not exhausting and she is getting more and more fulfilled. She feels her husband's sturdy body and her heart becomes sweeter.

He will soon get better!

After Laba, the days were bland and leisurely.Zhao Lanxiang seized the time to make the Chinese New Year cakes and blessing cakes. These things were all tight-selling goods before the year, and the supply and marketing cooperatives could not sell them.

Whether it is a peasant who has been poor for a whole year, or a city man who has lived tightly and squandered his life, he does not care about this one cent of money before the New Year. a little.This kind of "high-end" pastry was bought back and had a face, and people who walked with a few pieces of dim sum bought by the supply and marketing cooperatives all took the wind.

Taking advantage of this period of non-agricultural work, Zhao Lanxiang made 10 consecutive days of dim sum, made 30 pounds a day, and earned his pockets before going home.

Liang Tiezhu sent her food every day after finishing the whistle to the pig farm. Zhao Lanxiang worked hard and even made him earn a lot.

He wiped his sweat and said happily: "Our pastries are very easy to sell, that is, you are too hard to make by yourself, and you must do it every night."

Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile: "Anyway, I didn't do any work during the day. After I finished, I went back to sleep and loved to sleep until a few hours."

Three days before New Year's Eve, she finally steamed a basket full of rice cakes, pressed into a snack, sprinkled with sesame seeds.Leave ten pounds for the He family to eat slowly, ten pounds for Liang Tiezhu, and ten pounds for Li Zhong.The rice cakes are made in the Su style, and are sweetened with sweet-scented osmanthus.It can be stored for a long time in a cold day, and it is not bad. When you eat it, smear it with a little oil and sauce, and it can be fried.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "I heard from Bo Geer how many pigs have you slaughtered on the farm?"

Liang Tiezhu nodded.

"They didn't pay much attention to raising pigs before. In order to kill pigs every day, big and small pigs were mixed and raised together. Our brother changed the feed this time and divided the pigs into separate pens. , Zhongzhu will soon grow up, a hundred pounds, not too heavy. However, the price of pork was very high years ago, and Bo Geer said it would be better to kill it earlier, and make a profit while he was there."

Zhao Lanxiang urged: "Be careful in everything and pay attention to safety."

This sentence Liang Tiezhu heard ears cocoon, not only Zhao Lanxiang said, his mother-in-law also said all day.

He responded, "Be careful when you go home."

Two days before New Year's Eve, Zhao Lanxiang packed up her luggage and prepared to leave. She waited and waited before leaving, but could not wait for He Songbai.Both Zhou Jiazhen and Tang Qing came to meet her and let her pack up faster.

She knows that he is busy killing pigs these days. The whole pig farm is only he and another pig killing master, very hard.She thought about it and quickly wrote a short letter to stay, pressing it with the vase.

The sky was shining brightly, and He Songbai had just rushed back from the pig farm with sweat and sweat. He stood at the door of the subject and knew that the people inside had gone empty without knocking.

Because the oil lamp in the room is off.

He rubbed his growing hair anxiously, pushed the door into the subject's room, and lay down on her cool bed, still soaking her taste.

He Songbai suddenly jumped up, slammed out the door with both hands empty, riding a phoenix car and the arrow of the Li string rushed to the intersection of Hezitun and other cars.

He blew the cold wind for a few miles, and under the severe cold, quietly put down the bicycle.

He hid in the dry reeds, showing his white teeth to the woman who leaned against the window and supported her cheeks.

Zhao Lanxiang accidentally looked at the man hiding in the distance. His face that he couldn't see clearly, her heart string shocked suddenly, and her heart was sweet and sour.

The eyes were hot and astringent, and there was an urge to weep.

...

After a long day and night drive, Zhao Lanxiang returned home with the severe cold.

Little Huzi wore a chubby ball and happily jumped around her sister's waist.

Zhao Lanxiang withstood the big suddenly-struck meatball and hugged his small waist that was too short to find.

"You're mischievous, what can I do if I can't catch you later, this is not allowed in the future!"

Little Huzi smoothly hugged her sister's neck, "Daughter, what shall we eat tonight?"

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help laughing, "So you haven't seen me in such a long time, just thinking about eating?"

Xiao Huzi watched her shake her head violently, "Mum is about to spoil delicious food."

He pointed to the kitchen with smoke, Zhao Lanxiang quickly put down his brother and walked quickly into the kitchen.She saw the smoky fish fried in Feng Lian's pot, and hurriedly lifted the pot and pinched the fish that had been half-cooked and sticky.

"Let me do it."

Feng Lian wiped her sweat as if frightened.

"Your dad is always thinking about the squirrel mandarin fish you made. I will wait and see you back, so I will try to do it..."

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but laugh, "People's teacher, you should go out to prepare lessons, I'll cook New Year's Eve dinner."

When she hurried home, it was New Year's Eve, and Feng Lian finally went to the black market to grab a fish at a high price, but it was messed up.

Zhao Lanxiang took out the pork frozen in ice from the box, which the man specially left for her. Although the ice wrapped tightly with oil paper melted most of the time, the meat was still good.In addition, there are two pounds of salami, bacon, and dried loach.

She led Xiao Huzi to the black market, and bought two pounds of bone at a huge price.

Seasonal vegetables, two cents a catty.

Five pieces of live fish.

Live prawns, two yuan a catty.

Little Huzi stared at her sister carrying a large basket of loot home, and hugged four potatoes and threw them onto the basket.

"This is also necessary, can not be missed!"

Zhao Lanxiang thought that even the black market would be closed during the Spring Festival, he would buy the food that mattered first and run a few more trips.She put the four potatoes back and touched the head of Xiaohuzi and whispered:

"Good boy, let's move it again next time, OK, sister will buy you a small bag of it."

Little Huzi believed her, and followed her sister home with a fat fish.The next time they came to the black market again, they changed their clothes, bought food and rode their bicycles, and disappeared into the deep alleyway.

After Zhao Lanxiang bought the loot, there was a feeling of comfort in her heart. The significance of making money hard is probably this. He can buy everything he wants to buy regardless of the price.

She kept all the food in the shade.

On New Year's Eve, Zhao Lanxiang made a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner, and both parents were very happy. The little tiger sucked the shrimp's thumb of the shrimp and dipped his hands in oil.

Zhao Yongqing couldn't look directly at her daughter's blatant "big hand", and secretly asked her after dinner: "Did your uncle subsidize you privately?"

"You tell me, I'll make it back when I go back."

Zhao Lanxiang shook his head and said bluntly: "No, this is the money I made myself."

Zhao Yongqing suddenly seemed to understand, suddenly lowered his head to stare at his daughter, his stern face climbed a bit complicated.

"you you……"

"When you were young, you had a big idea."

He recruited his daughter into the room and asked her carefully what she did and how.

In accordance with the principle of not worrying his father during the Chinese New Year, Zhao Lanxiang only briefly talked about selling snacks.

Zhao Yongqing thought hard and meditated, Ku Daqiu frowned deeply and looked at his daughter, and finally said: "Your dad, I... I will be stiff with your grandfather when I was in college, and the living expenses are so poor that I can't open the pot. Bags of food. In order to earn some living expenses for myself, but the classmates who worked with me that year were still squatting in prison."

He sighed and disagreed with his daughter's risk for this little money.He thought about taking out the great unity in his pocket and stuffing it into his daughter's hand.

"Listen to Dad, don't do it in the future."

Zhao Lanxiang didn't ask for his money. He seemed surprised and thoughtful: "You couldn't figure out the situation at that time and used the wrong method."

"In the past six years or so, the Red Soldiers have been so fierce. Dad dare to speculate, but people don't catch you and catch them? But look at now... look around, do you notice anything?"

"The current situation is different from the past."

Zhao Lanxiang was authentic, her beautiful face showed a firm and confident expression.

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