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Only after Tong Youyoung finished her work did she really realize the benefits of earning more work points.

She gained less weight and worked a few more days than she did, so she only gained 36 pounds in total.

"Hey, it's a good thing my mother sent me money, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to get through Maodong with this little food."

The two of them took the distributed grain home and returned to the drying field with the bags.

The villagers who had finished distributing the food were already queuing up at the finance department, waiting to distribute their money.

As for their new batch of educated youth, they have not even earned a year's basic food, so it is impossible to get any money.

"Brother Wang, we want to buy food."

"Rice costs [-] cents per catty, ground flour costs [-] cents, and coarse grains cost [-] cents. How much do you want to buy?"

Song Fuyu had bought from the supply and marketing cooperative before and knew the prices on the black market. The food in the village was indeed much cheaper than that of the supply and marketing cooperative. The key was that there was no need to vote.

"Can I buy as much as I want?"

"Of course not. One person can only buy 150 jins of fine grains and [-] jins of coarse grains."

"Okay, I want forty catties of rice, ten catties of flour, and fifty catties of whole grains."

Children and teenagers bought enough of the prescribed amount.

"A Yuan!"

Song Fuyu saw Gu Yuan pulling an empty homemade car and quickly stopped him.

"Can I borrow your car? We'll give it a ride back."

"OK~"

Gu Yuan did not walk away, but stayed by the side to help them.

While Shanhe Village was busy distributing grain and money, Yan Ziyuan, who was far away in Lu City, was preparing to go to the office of the group leader Zhao Ju to ask him about issues related to the subjects.

After all, Zhao Tuan has been married for more than ten years and has given birth to two children, so he must be rich in experience.

Zhao Ju thought Yan Ziyuan was here to report on his work, but he heard him asking what he should give a girl when he was dating a partner.

Zhao Ju couldn't hold back the tea he originally drank in his mouth, and spit it out.

He looked at Yan Ziyuan opposite him, who was sitting on a chair and drinking tea, like he was looking at a monster.

"You already have a partner?"

"not yet."

"Why are you so anxious to ask these questions? You have to find a partner first."

"Don't worry, it will be there soon."

"By the way, I filed a marriage report and applied for housing a few days ago. Did you see that?"

"Nonsense! You don't even have a partner, so why are you filing a marriage report?"

It had only been two days since he returned from his mission, and he hadn't had time to deal with his official duties. As a result, this kid did all kinds of things for him.

"I'm going to have a partner soon, and it will take a while for the marriage report to be approved. I can go through the process faster by calling in advance."

"I bet you have a girl you like, but she hasn't agreed to it yet."

"No matter how anxious you are, you have to wait until others agree!"

"By the way, which girl do you like? Do I know her?"

Zhao Ju was suddenly curious. His wife had often given this boy some clues before, but she didn't want to see him and just pretended that she didn't hear anything.

And as far as he knew, there were several female comrades in the art troupe who were interested in him, and one even gave him dumplings made by herself.

As a result, this guy didn't reach out to pick it up, and even said, "Who are you? Don't block the road!" The girl was so angry that she ran away crying with her lunch box. When she got back to the work, she scolded him for a while, saying that he was a little bit rude. All without grace.

"Don't ask. When the time comes, she will join the army and her gift from you will be indispensable."

"I can file the wedding report later, but I can always divide the house first."

He was able to share a house a few years ago, but because he was alone, he gave all the opportunities to his comrades who already had families or had completed their marriage reports.

"That's possible, but it will take some time."

"The family building is now full, and new ones are being built. It is estimated that people will not be able to move in until next summer."

"Isn't there a yard? With my rank and number of years in the army, I should be able to be assigned to a yard, right?"

"You want a yard? We have one, but it's too old. If we don't repair it, we won't be able to live in it at all."

The courtyards of their troops have been built for more than ten years.

Usually, except for the leaders above, everyone will choose the newly built family building.

The house is new and lively.

It is also close to the private plot, so you don’t have to go far to grow and pick vegetables.

There are also public restrooms and bathhouses nearby. Except for cooking in the corridor, it is more popular with family members than the courtyard.

"I don't want a house in a family building, I want a yard. Remember to save one for me."

Without asking, he guessed that Xiao Yu would prefer an independent yard.

No matter how good and convenient the family building is in the eyes of others, she probably won't like it.

..........

Shanhe Village has officially entered the days of cat winter, and both the villagers and the educated youth have taken some time off.

There was a heavy snowfall a few days ago. Song Fuyu had never seen such heavy snow before.

On a whim, they took Tong Youyou and Wang Menghan and Xia Lan, who had built a new house near their house, and the four of them had a heartless snowball fight, laughing heartily.

As for the villagers in the village, after it snows, most people will not go out of their homes, but stay on the kang at home because they have no clothes to keep out the cold.

Some families even only have one slightly thicker cotton-padded jacket, which is given to everyone in the family who wants to go out.

Song Fuyu had never experienced this kind of life. Being in this kind of environment, he still felt a sense of sadness. The country was still too backward.

"Song Zhiqing, I have your letter!"

Hearing the sound, Song Fuyu quickly put down the pencil in his hand.

She was sitting on the kang with Tong Youyou just now, drawing a grid on a piece of white paper and playing backgammon.

This is their entertainment activity that has nowhere else to go these days.

"Comrade Yang, can you deliver letters even when it snows?"

Today Yang Yong did not ride a bicycle, but walked.

"Well, it's not time for vacation yet."

He took off his gloves and took out her letter from the green bag slung beside him.

"There are two letters, and one seems to be from the army. Both places sent remittance orders and also sent you something."

This is not the first time that he has sent letters to Song Zhiqing. He comes almost two or three times a month.

Song Fuyu took the receipt form and wrote his name.

Just as Yang Yong was about to leave, Song Fuyu stopped him in time.

"Comrade Yang, wait a moment."

She quickly ran into the room with her things, then went to the kitchen to get a cleaned small can and filled it with a bottle of hot water.

"Comrade Yang, you have to deliver a letter to me on this snowy day. Thank you for your hard work. This bottle of hot water will warm you up."

Yang Yong did not refuse, but took it. The weather was really freezing.

"Thank you, I'll go first."

Song Fuyu had a good impression of this postman. He had delivered letters to her several times, as well as remittance orders and package pickup orders twice.

He didn't ask too many questions. Even when an aunt in the village saw him delivering a letter to her and was curious to find out, he didn't reveal to her what she had received, which saved her a lot of trouble.