Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s

Chapter 26 Where’s the new quilt?

Today is the New Year's Eve. Although Spring Festival couplets are not allowed to be posted due to the unrest, every household has bought some bright red things to hang under the eaves, such as red lanterns, red flags, and even red peppers, which are brightly colored and symbolize a prosperous life.

 The chimneys of every house have been buzzing since morning, and the aroma of food seems livelier than usual.

An Zhixia cooked a pot of bone soup for Fang Lixi, and picked up a drawer of steamed buns, a drawer of steamed buns, and five kilograms of dumplings, along with the Beijing eight pieces, cans, malted milk, milk powder, etc. contributed by Nie Yichang and Hang Xianglei. Let my brother deliver two ounces of meat and a box of calcium milk biscuits in bulk.

“Tell Fang Yuan that this is for the children, and no one can touch it, not even him!”

An Zhiqiu responded with a smile, shook his head fondly and said, "I understand, I will tell Comrade Fang Yuan exactly what Comrade An Zhixia said."

"When my brother comes back, I will go to the village chief and Uncle Wang Liu's house. Both of them have put in a lot of effort." An Zhixia pointed to the two prepared snacks, "You also remember to tell Fang Yuan that there are Jiang Mi Tiao, Tao Su, and the village chief’s house also has two kilograms of fruit candies, and he will pay back the debt slowly in the future.”

An Zhiqiu nodded and said yes one by one, and found that the girl's label had a sharp mouth and a heart.

The educated youths in the commune who did not go home organized a Spring Festival gala. The educated youths in the yard also went to participate with some food. Even Fei Zheng gritted his teeth and fried some hometown twists with half a catty of white flour and rapeseed. Coated with sugar and sesame seeds, it's crispy and delicious.

"Are you and your brother really not going?" Fei Zheng wrapped the twists in oil paper and said in a low voice: "It would be nice for everyone to get together and have a good time. The most important thing is that we can exchange news and connect with each other. If we are able to return to the city, This is a rare connection. If we can’t go back to the city, we can start a family like Brother Zheng and Sister Yiyue, which is better than living with the local people who cannot read.”

An Zhixia shook her head: "I have an unpleasant temper, so I can't bear the consequences. Don't make it so that everyone has a bad year. Go and have fun. I'll boil water for you at home and heat up the kang for you."

　　In her previous life, she was too weak to win awards. What kind of gatherings and dinners had she not attended? When she went there, she only smiled, walked around with the director and producer, drank a lot of wine, and hid away to enjoy the delicious food. Thinking with her toes, she knew that this was the home court of Nie Yichang, Hang Xianglei and Chen Sike. Well, Qi Yunlan also had to be added.

 When An Zhiqiu came back, the brother and sister stayed in the house and stared at each other. Apart from reading, they had no entertainment at all.

An Zhixia took out a stack of letter paper, drank up the dark blue ink in the newly purchased pen, and leaned on the table to write: "First aid manual."

His consciousness flipped through the books in the supermarket, picked out several emergency rescue measures that people often encounter today, and copied them quickly.

  Burns, insect stings, drowning, hard objects stuck in the throat, fire, food poisoning, injuries to various parts of the body, heatstroke...

An Zhiqiu sat aside and watched with great interest. The more he watched, the more surprised he became: "Sister, where did you get this idea from?" Why are they born to the same parents, living under the same roof, and going to the same school? In this school, how could the girl silently catch up with his brother so much?

An Zhixia lied very smoothly: "Oh, I passed by the army when I was collecting firewood, and there was a little nurse who recited things in the wall every day. The more times I remembered it, the more I remembered it."

 Okay, he touched his head in amusement, opportunities always come to those who are prepared.

Although there were only two people eating, An Zhixia still prepared a large table for eating. A plate of fried food, a plate of fried pork with bean sprouts, a plate of scrambled eggs with green onions, a plate of braised vegetables, a plate of braised pork, a plate of chicken stewed with mushrooms, a plate of braised fish, a plate of braised radish and mutton, and a plate of pork ribs meatballs. Soup, paired with apple juice she squeezed.

The brother and sister sipped low-alcohol and low-quality liquor, thinking about their days in the countryside, and unknowingly eliminated most of their meals.

The villagers in Hetang Village must have agreed that each household would set off firecrackers one by one, and they actually let the firecrackers ring all night long. The smell of ammunition hung in the morning air.

The children put on new clothes and carried a cloth bag, and they went around in groups asking for snacks.

 Because Fang Lixi was rescued in time, An Zhixia's affection for the children in the village doubled, and she specially packed fruit hard candies, calcium milk biscuits and cut-in-flavored candy apples with crystal clear packaging to entertain these little guests.

Each person was given two candies, a piece of biscuit, and a piece of deliciously sweet apple. The children happily hugged each other and went out to spread the word. Good guy, the entire village, from children as young as one year old who could just walk to boys and girls as old as thirteen or fourteen, came running over and said all kinds of auspicious words desperately.

Other educated youths in the yard were also bombarded with auspicious words. For the sake of face, they all took out some snacks. Looking at the children's most innocent smiles, it was really painful and happy.

 Didn't see the little sisters from the Fang family, An Zhixia just thought they were accompanying Fang Lixi and didn't want her brother to be alone.

 But in the afternoon, Niu Wang ran over and waved to her.

 “Sister, I have information.”

An Zhixia smiled and handed him an apple, "What's wrong?"

"Little Songyan has a cold and a fever," Niu Wang held the apple and explained: "Didn't I take good care of Fang Lixi before and let him fall into the water? I happened to get a lot of delicious food today, so I brought it to They tasted it. If I hadn't handed her the peach cake and it felt hot on her palm, I wouldn't have noticed it."

An Zhixia was a little confused. She shouldn't have been with them all night and all day. They drank **** soup and isatis root, and she touched their foreheads from time to time, which was normal. Why did he fall ill just one day after returning home?

Thinking about the fact that Fang Songyan in the article was killed by a cold, she didn't dare to delay, so she sent Niu Wang away, called her brother and rushed to the cowshed.

When they arrived, there were only three brothers and a sister talking quietly in the dark room.

“Sister, why are you here?” The three children were relatively friendly to her and greeted her happily.

An Zhixia walked to the kang in a few steps and stretched out her hand to test the temperature of her forehead.

 The little girl hid behind and slid down from the other side of the kang quickly: "Sister, I'll pour you some sugar water."

An Zhixia took her hands and pressed his forehead against hers. The place where they touched was hot and dry!

"Where's your dad?" she asked through gritted teeth, and saw that half of the things her brother had sent were missing. "Where's the new quilt I made for you? Where's the milk powder?"

The little girl trembled and said, "Dad, dad went to clear the irrigation canal. Sister, don't be angry with him."

Fang Lixi also wanted to get up anxiously, but was held down by An Zhiqiu. There was deep pleading in his bright eyes: "Sister, workers who unblock irrigation ditches in winter are paid a lot. Dad really wants us to live a good life. Don't blame him, okay?"

 (End of this chapter)