Chapter 142: Mother, you swear

At the Laba Festival, Lin Qinghe old rules got up early in the morning and boiled a large pot of fragrant Laba porridge.
Although it is only slightly sweet, the flavor of Laba porridge made by Lin Qinghe is different, and it is delicious.
In the past years, the father and mother did not come, so they just looked at the past, and one person had at most two bowls.
But at this time, because people have less oil and water, the amount of meals per meal is really large. Do not look at the age of the old couple, but they really want to eat. Poor.
So where is enough for two bowls, at most it is a half full.
But this year is different. The old couple have come here to eat three times a day, so the Laba porridge was naturally released.
"It snowed a lot last night. Did you and your parents sleep well?" Lin Qinghe asked when drinking Laba porridge.
Last night, the second baby and the second baby were all shouted by Lin Qinghe to sleep in the house. The family was on a bun and slept very sweet.
Although the big baby and the second baby are not too young, but the two brothers can come here to sleep, it is also very happy.
"Warm, that big quilt is soft and warm." Mother Zhou smiled.
Father Zhou nodded.
Not only was the quilt warm, but his wife's newly-made "wool" sweater was also very warm.
Lin Qinghe said nothing, let them drink more Laba porridge.
The boy also asked: "Mother, will our family make bacon this year?"
"Do you remember?" Lin Qinghe looked at him in surprise.
She didn't make bacon last year, she made it the year before.
"I remember it." Erwa took the conversation.
Sanwa asked, "What is bacon, isn't it delicious?" At that time, he was still young and must not remember.
"It's delicious. Steamed fried pickles, there is no better meat than this." Dawa said.
"Mother, I haven't eaten it!" Sanwa immediately looked at his mother.
"You have n’t eaten it. You do n’t know how much you have eaten, but you have n’t remembered it." Lin Qinghe said.
"The grandpa 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 a piece of bacon. So far, the old man still remembers that he could really swallow his tongue.
Mother Zhou didn't know, because Lin Qinghe didn't do much, so she didn't take it.
Then there was the fear of being extravagant, so Lin Qinghe didn't give it.
"Just say it if you want to eat, don't drag it on your grandpa." Lin Qinghe said.
"Mother, do what you do." Sanba could not be hard, and began to come soft.
"I'll ask if there is any meat in the future. If so, you can have bacon in the New Year. If not, then we can only wait for our pork." Lin Qinghe said.
This year, the two pigs in her family have not yet been killed. They will be slaughtered around the middle of the moon, but there is still time to make bacon.
After eating Laba porridge, Lin Qinghe went out by bicycle.
Zhou Qingbai had to follow, Lin Qinghe didn't let it go, and it was not a big deal, and it was still warmer in this kind of weather.
As far as she was going to buy meat for bacon, Zhou Mu said nothing now.
What's more, she is so old, she doesn't know what bacon tastes like.
auzw.com Lin Qinghe came over to Mei Mei and told her about waist meat. This time it was a lot, so Lin Qinghe gave three food coupons to Mei.
One grain ticket is four catties, and three are twelve catties.
"I can't promise you how much, but you can come here at this time tomorrow." Mei Mei said.
With these three food stamps in hand, Mei Mei can go to work.
And Lin Qinghe took the price of meat to give Mei Mei profit space, Mei Mei will naturally do.
Lin Qinghe is not without a meat ticket, instead she has a meat ticket.
But from Mei Mei, there is no need to give a meat ticket. She can have no meat on Mei Mei's side, but when she needs it at home, she can go to a meat booth.
What made her disgusted was that if you go to the meat stall to buy a line, you don't have to wait in line. The sky is just a few or two pieces of meat.
Therefore, Lin Qinghe generally does not go to the meat stalls to buy, these meat tickets are almost hard money, she can go to the city and easily sell them for money.
From Sister Mei, Lin Qinghe rode a car home.
In the middle, I also met an old lady who was carrying a basket of eggs and went to the commune. This was definitely going to sell eggs.
"Ma'am, can you change the eggs?" Lin Qinghe said casually.
"I'm going to change some brown sugar." The old woman said a glance at her.
"That's a coincidence. I just bought a little brown sugar here. Maybe it's the last point on the supply and marketing agency side. Would you like to change it with me? I'm not in a hurry, I can give it to you first." Laughed.
She used to go across a basket now when she went out, and took a packet of brown sugar after taking the basket.
This brown sugar bag was opened. Lin Qinghe bought it in the city and kept it for spare. I thought it might be used someday?
Sure enough, this was used.
Brown sugar was naturally in Lin Qinghe's space, but Lin Qinghe had brought twenty pounds at the beginning, and now there are four or five pounds left. This one is almost a pound.
But this pound of brown sugar is already very good, at this time brown sugar is really rare.
Especially the old woman's daughter-in-law "wife" had a baby last night and wanted to eat brown sugar tonic!
However, a basket of eggs was exchanged for this pound of brown sugar. The old lady obviously lost, and Lin Qinghe did not get the little old lady's share, so she gave out two-thirds of the eggs and returned the remaining one-third. This old lady.
"Ma'am, is it fair for us to exchange like this?" Lin Qinghe asked.
"Fair and fair." The old lady was still very unwilling, but when Lin Qinghe returned her almost a pound, she nodded with a smile.
Lin Qinghe nodded, and went home by bike.
A pound of brown sugar for almost three pounds of eggs, Lin Qinghe naturally does not lose.
At home, the consumption of eggs is really big, especially because there are not many eggs left in her space, probably this winter is over and it will be used up.
You will have to take care of it when you go to town next spring.
Three pounds of eggs were brought home and turned into five pounds. If Zhou's mother was there, I would probably ask.
But there were only Zhou Qingbai and the three sons, who didn't ask questions.
She had the final say in everything in the house. It was her decision.
"Mother, can you make bacon?" Sanwa cares about this.
"I have no conscience, your mother and I went out on a cold day. I didn't see your concern when you came back. You just remembered your bacon. You can eat farts." Lin Qinghe said.
Not only was the boy Sanwa not angry, he grinned, "Mother, you swear."
"Father and son are debt collectors." Lin Qinghe patted him on the bottom and rolled his eyes to the innocent Zhou Qingbai and went into the room to put eggs.