Chapter 87:

In the cold winter, the cold wind hung outside the chalet, but the house was warm and peaceful.
Zhao Lanxiang sweated as she ate, and couldn't help taking off her coat. She drank the red food Daqu brought by Tang Qing shallowly, and the fragrant white wine was served with hot red oil hot pot, and soon she was overwhelmed.
She sipped her milk and hanged up, saying 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: Hope He Songbai, everything goes well.
The concentration of the big 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 himself and He Songbai straight.
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 lot of oil, and their stomachs were 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 small amount of wine. He only drank half a bottle 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 this Tang Zhiqing drinking, they couldn't help shaking their heads.
Zhou Jiazhen said: "Jiang Li went back, probably he was not too happy in his heart."
Sister He smiled and did not speak.
After giving 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 soup. The noodles were dripped with a few drops of oil.
His stomach was full, and the water 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 nails.
His hands were used to heavy farming, and he grew a layer of hard and thick cocoons. 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. The side of the 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 waits for the cattle of the brigade every day, he also seizes the time to make clothes with stitches, making a set every day, and earning a dollar of manual fees. The days are not tired and she is getting more and more fulfilled. She feels her husband's sturdy body and her heart becomes sweeter.
He will get better soon!
After Laba, the days were bland and leisurely. Zhao Lanxiang took the time to make Chinese New Year cakes and blessing cakes. These things were all tight-selling goods years ago, and they were not sold by the supply and marketing cooperatives.
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 did not care about this one cent of money before the New Year. a little. This kind of "high-end" pastry was bought back with 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-farm work, Zhao Lanxiang made 10 consecutive days of dim sum, made 30 pounds a day, and earned his pockets before going home.
Liang Tiezhu came to take 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 took a nap and fell asleep.
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 in a cold day for a long time and is not bad. When you eat it, smear it with oil and sauce, and you can fry it.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "I heard Brother Bo say 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 are mixed and raised together. Our brother changed the feed this time and put the pigs in 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 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 said all day.
He responded, "You must be safe 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 knew that he was busy killing pigs these days, and he and another pig killer were working the whole pig farm. She thought about it and quickly wrote a short letter to stay, pressing it with the vase.
The sky was gleaming, 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 were 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 on her cool bed, still soaking her taste.
He Songbai suddenly jumped up and slammed out the door empty-handed, riding a phoenix car and rushing to the intersection of Hezitun and other cars.
He blew a few miles of cold wind, 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 impulse to tears.
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After a long day and night drive, Zhao Lanxiang returned to his home in the cold.
Little Huzi wore a fat 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 fat 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 always thinks about the squirrel mandarin fish you made. Waiting for you to come back, I will try to do it..."
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help laughing, "People's teacher, you should go out and 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 the pork frozen in ice from the box, which the man specially left for her. Although the ice wrapped tightly with oil paper melted more than half, 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 barrel bones for a huge sum at a huge price.
Seasonal vegetables, half a catty.
Five pieces of live fish.
Live prawns, two yuan a catty.
Little Huzi stared at his sister carrying a large basket of loot home, and hugged four potatoes and threw them on the basket.
"This is also necessary, can not be missed!"
Zhao Lanxiang thought about closing the black market even during the Spring Festival. First, he would buy the important food and run a few more trips. She put the four potatoes back, and touched the head of Xiaohuzi, whispered:
"Good boy, let's move it again next time, OK, sister will buy you a small bag of it."
Xiaohuzi 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 booty, he felt a sense of comfort in his heart. The significance of earning hard money probably lies here. He can buy back whatever he wants 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 brain thumb of the prawns with a hand of oil.
Zhao Yongqing couldn't look directly at her daughter's blatant "big pen", 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 and stared at his daughter, his face squinted a complex.
"you you……"
"You have been thinking big since you were young."
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. Bags of food. In order to earn some living expenses, but the classmates who made the same thing with me that year are still squatting in the 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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