Chapter 8:

Zhao Lanxiang went to Qinghe Town to buy a pound of pork. A new batch of rich and strong powder was added to the grain station. The residents of the town lined up a long dragon before dawn. Zhao Lanxiang couldn't buy it before finishing it. She had enough money in her pocket, but there was no place to spend it, which made Zhao Lanxiang, accustomed to buying it later, uncomfortable.
Zhou Jiazhen said: "There is no more rich and powerful powder, can you buy other ones?"
When I came to the county, I needed to pay for Sanmao's ticket to and from Liumao. She was reluctant to spend the money in vain, and she couldn't hurt Zhao Lanxiang's meat.
In the end, Zhao Lanxiang did not care about good or bad, and bought a bag of construction powder. The country distinguishes the quality of flour according to gluten content and fineness. Fuqiang flour is the best, equivalent to No. 1 flour, followed by construction flour.
She gave the 30-jin food stamp to the salesperson. In addition to the money and food stamp, she also handed a small book to the past and sketched a sum for the person in charge of the food station.
In the 1970s, there was no fair and upright food sales, all purchased and sold by the state. Non-agricultural household registrations in cities and towns are divided according to headcount, while rural household registrations are divided by production teams at the end of the year. Before going to the countryside, Feng Lian was worried that the cents her daughter was likely to earn were not enough to feed herself, so she handed over her grain and oil supply to her daughter.
She can distribute thirty-five kilograms of food every month, and her treatment is very good. Generally, the average monthly food distributed by the residents in the city ranges from 30 to 35 kg. Feng Lian’s school has good welfare, giving the old employees a five-kilometre monthly food supply.
Last month, Zhao Lanxiang used up 30 pounds of food, ate 20 pounds and saved 10 pounds. The five-jin share of the surplus grain and oil lent to Zhou Jiazhen.
Zhao Lanxiang bought 30 pounds of flour in one breath, which made Zhou Jiazhen take a breath.
Zhao Lanxiang is definitely the most generous rich man Zhou Jiazhen has ever seen. She always buys food without blinking, and she eats flowers everywhere. Every time she comes to town, she buys pork, and she likes to pick thin. buy. You should know that fat meat is much more valuable than lean meat. Fat meat can be squeezed in oil, and it is delicious. It is fried and crispy. However, Zhao Lanxiang asked for pork and oil to be bought separately.
However, when it was time to buy pork, the lavish "rich man" Zhao Lanxiang discovered that she wanted to eat meat at the speed she had yesterday, and soon the meat ticket sent by her parents would bottom out, her brows twisted invisible. stand up.
In fact, it wasn’t that Zhao Yongqing and Feng Lian gave enough shares, but Zhao Lanxiang’s appetite seemed to be quite different. After coming to the country, she ate a bit of meat to resolve her greed. Of course, it is economical for Zhao Lanxiang, who eats meat in the later generations, but compared to the 18-year-old Zhao Lanxiang who was used to the lack of materials and what to eat, it seems to be extravagant and wasteful.
Zhou Jiazhen saw Zhao Lanxiang go up to the non-staple food store again, and quickly grabbed her: "I still bought pork. Yesterday's meal was finished?"
Zhao Lanxiang replied: "It's finished."
Although the meat ticket cost her much more, she was distressed, but the worms in her stomach were already gurgling, and people who live in this world do not eat anything. Live alive, live three times a day. In the past, the 18-year-old Zhao Lanxiang hadn’t seen the world before. Now, Zhao Lanxiang is an old man who has gone through decades of vicissitudes. The conservative savings in his bones have long been completely changed by the spirit of the new era.
Finally, she dared to cut... a pound of meat back, half a pound of pig intestine and half a pound of pig feet.
Zhou Jiazhen watched "Gao Zhao" bought pork, and then turned to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy some cloves, nutmeg, star anise, cinnamon, etc. spices, soy sauce, liquor, vinegar, etc. also bought some. Zhao Lanxiang folds the listed shopping list in his pocket steadily. Too many things to buy, she was afraid that she would forget.
Although Zhao Lanxiang in her last life was the one who didn’t touch Yang Chunshui, but in order to please Jiang Jianjun, she was a military sister-in-law who was a virtuous and kind lady. She worked cooking and only had a meal for the hard-working home Delicious meals. With the increase of time, her hands were gradually grinded out of cocoons, her palms became rough, and all the food she cooked was not good in the entire courtyard. The oil heated the pan, and the smell overflowing from the kitchen caught everyone's mouth.
Later, Zhao Lanxiang married He Songbai, and the He family also had a big foodie, and the two happened to be together. As soon as the weekend came, the He family kitchen was filled with fragrance, and He Songbai was fed by her for a while.
She listed more than 30 kinds of spices on the list and searched everywhere to get only a small part of the list. Zhao Lanxiang was not discouraged. After all, the economic conditions and material levels in the county were far inferior to those in the city. It was good to be able to buy half of it.
Zhao Lanxiang's trip was full of return. Zhou Jiazhen also piggybacked two feet of cloth to prepare for summer clothes. The conditions of her family are incomparable with that of Zhao Lanxiang, but she has a good attitude. She has saved a small sum of money for many years after going to the countryside.
It's just that it's almost the age for marriage, and Zhou Jiazhen, who has never been bored and depressed, is worried for the first time.
Is she really going to take her roots in the village?
She glanced at Zhao Lanxiang, who returned to the brigade satisfactorily with the big bag, and envied her youth and vitality for the first time.
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Zhou Jiazhen helped Zhao Lanxiang carry a bag of white noodles back to the old house of Hejia. Zhao Lanxiang took out the wild fruit that Sanya had left for her to treat Zhou Jiazhen. This kind of purple-black fruit is called Zuanzi. It is sweet and sweet when it is ripe, and it is all over the mountains and the wild. When Sanya went to the mountains to play pigweed, she could bring back a bag. Sanya, who had no sugar to eat, regarded it as a precious treasure. Every year she looked forward to coming soon in summer, and the twigs in the mountains would be cooked sooner.
Obviously, Zhou Jiazhen also loved this kind of fruit very much. She was surprised to eat a big catch, and her fingertips were soaked with juice. She licked her mouth with satisfaction after eating.
"You picked it. I couldn't see it when I went to pick firewood on the mountain a few days ago. I was bald."
Sister He and Sanya, who are used to playing pigweed in the mountains, are familiar with the babies in the mountains.
Zhao Lanxiang just smiled and poured her a glass of water.
Zhou Jiazhen dunked two large bowls of water and burped, "I can't think of the fact that the He family is poor, but these old houses are quite real. Although you don't like to listen to me, the He family's People are really—"
As she spoke, she walked out of Zhao Lanxiang's room, suddenly found something, shook her head and left.
At this time, Zhao Lanxiang carrying a pair of pig intestines was about to clean by the well, and was surprised to find a man who was squatting in a private field to water the seedlings. The pea seedlings crawled up the fence and covered his tall and thin body.
He saw Zhao Lanxiang's surprised eyes cast his head indifferently.