The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

Zhu Xiaomin: "..."

The point is not to eat, but that it is getting late.

But Lu Mingzheng had obviously gone astray: "We'll get back to town soon, let's get some pieces of tofu, and go back to make Mapo tofu, just like last time."

Eating hairy tofu, do you think my brain looks like tofu?

Zhu Xiaomin sat in the back seat, raised her head, rolled her eyes at the sky, and ignored him.

This Lu Mingzheng has become an old woman again.

Mrs. Lu was still mumbling: "Well, Lao Meng doesn't eat spicy food, so just fry him something that's not spicy. In fact, the weather is getting cold now, and it's much more comfortable to eat spicy food to warm the stomach. It's because he doesn't have a good taste, so he wastes his natural resources. Really..."

After muttering to himself, the car drove into the town and stopped in front of the tofu shop.

Zhu Xiaomin sighed: "Comrade Meng should have been waiting for us for a long time."

Lu Mingzheng blinked: "I said soon that I went to buy tofu to entertain him. The tofu just came out of the pot, so I waited for a while."

Zhu Xiaomin: "..."

I'll do this to you next time.

Seeing that he had already taken a taxi, he had no choice but to follow him and fish out a few pieces of tofu before rushing to the Zhentou Car and Horse Shop.

But after walking a few steps, Lu Mingzheng stopped again, pointed at the supply and marketing cooperative and said, "Let's go in and take a look."

Zhu Xiaomin wanted to hit someone.

Why haven't you visited a supply and marketing cooperative?

But Lu Mingzheng drove the car in again.

Zhu Xiaomin then remembered that someone seemed to say that he wanted to bring souvenirs to his family, but he had no choice but to follow suit.

It's just that he has been here for six years, and what souvenirs have he not brought?

As expected, Lu Mingzheng looked back and forth at the supply and marketing cooperative more than a dozen times, but he didn't say there was anything to bring.

Zhu Xiaomin sighed and said, "It's not like you haven't brought the local specialties here before. Why don't you go back to the county to have a look."

Lu Mingzheng nodded: "That's fine, but I really don't know what to bring. I want you to help me choose." Seeing her looking over, he pretended that he was just talking casually, and immediately pointed to the counter and said, "Look, there are moisturizers here." Hand glycerin, it’s getting cold, you always cook, buy a bottle to apply on it.” After saying that, he asked the salesperson, “How much does a bottle cost?”

Zhu Xiaomin often comes and talks sweetly, and the salesperson knows her well. When she hears this, she laughs and gestures: "Fifteen cents."

"Bring me two bottles." Lu Mingzheng was already paying.

Zhu Xiaomin took a look and saw that it was a small bottle containing clear liquid. The paper on the bottle was so wrinkled that it was hard to see what was written on it.

When he saw that he wanted to buy it, he didn't stop him. He just said, "I'll pay you back when I get back."

Lu Mingzheng glanced at her and said nothing. He bought hand glycerin, put it in his bag, and went to the counter on the other side.

The salesperson winked at Zhu Xiaomin and said, "Lu Zhiqing is more generous and good-looking than the old one, the one with oily hair and pink face." He said and curled his lips.

In her previous life, she would drag Nie Yifei back and forth to this place every once in a while. No matter what she bought, Nie Yifei always boasted about it and had a good talk, but rarely paid for it in real terms.

While Nie Yifei's appearance is more delicate, Lu Mingzheng is more handsome. According to today's aesthetics, Lu Mingzheng is naturally more masculine. In addition, Nie Yifei likes to dress up, so he feels oily and powdery.

Zhu Xiaomin also wanted to know how she became blind in her last life. He looked at her and shook his head: "He wasn't. Don't talk nonsense."

The salesperson smiled sullenly and teased her: "If it's not true, I'll tell you one. My cousin is a tractor driver in the Fifth Brigade. He's a nice guy and good-looking. If you're willing, let me tell you."

Zhu Xiaomin waved her hands hurriedly: "No, no, no, no, I'm not in a hurry."

The salesman smiled lowly again, glanced in Lu Mingzheng's direction, and curled his lips: "Who told you not to recognize me?"

Because it’s not!

Zhu Xiaomin sighed.

Lu Mingzheng listened to the two people muttering and didn't know what to say. It wasn't until he came out of the supply and marketing cooperative that he asked, "Why do I think you are familiar with her?"

Zhu Xiaomin nodded: "I've been here a lot, and I've become familiar with it after two visits."

Who can come less from this place? She is the only one who can get along well with people.

After staying here for six years, he often went in and out of the supply and marketing cooperative. He and the salesperson both knew who the other person was, but they were not acquaintances.

Lu Mingzheng didn't understand very well, but he admired her ability. He nodded, looked at her and said, "There were no good-looking floral fabrics on the counter just now. Let's go back to the county to have a look."

"What?" Zhu Xiaomin opened her eyes wide.

Lu Mingzheng said: "It's getting cold, and the Chinese New Year will be celebrated in a few months. Buy a piece of floral cloth and you can make a cotton-padded jacket."

Zhu Xiaomin blinked: "Do you still have cloth tickets?"

He gave her the cloth ticket last time.

Lu Mingzheng was stunned for a moment: "You...you used it?"

"Yes!" Zhu Xiaomin nodded. Seeing his astonishment, knowing that he didn't believe it, he sighed and said, "This year, everyone's clothes are torn. There were no cloth tickets last year. Shi Wen cut out a piece of quilt lining and barely mended it. If she has lost her clothes, I will always mend them for her this year, and her clothes should also be mended."

So this is how she planned to use those cloth tickets.

Lu Mingzheng was silent and asked after a while: "In the past years, you helped us mend our clothes. Is this how you always did it?"

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "Sometimes if there is a cloth ticket, I just pull out a few feet of new cloth and use it. If I don't have any, I just cut it from somewhere else."

At this time, most of the clothes of rural people were shabby, and most of them did not have cloth to mend them, so they were just so tattered.

The conditions of the educated youth are better. Some of them can afford a new piece of clothing every other year. However, the old clothes are also repaired by tearing down the east wall and repairing the west wall, which can barely keep the integrity of the clothes.

Like Zhu Xiaomin, when she came, she brought two pieces of clothing besides what she was wearing. However, after a few years, only the blue skirt she was unwilling to touch was the one she wore. The other two were worn until they were torn and there was no way to repair them, so she simply cut them off. I picked out the strong parts, cut them off, and made patches for other clothes.

Lu Mingzheng nodded and stopped talking. After a while, he whispered: "No wonder, I have a piece of clothing, and the patches inside look familiar."

Zhu Xiaomin said with a smile: "It's because of my good poetry and writing skills. I put the patch on the inside of the clothes so that it can't be seen from the outside. Otherwise, you will see many people using the same kind of patch."

Lu Mingzheng asked: "Are these your quilts and clothes?"

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "The quilts are rarely used, but mostly clothes."

Lu Mingzheng smiled bitterly: "If you don't tell us, we won't know either. We still think that you girls only want to wear new clothes."

Zhu Xiaomin shook his head: "You male educated youths do heavier work than us, and your clothes wear out faster, so I haven't told you these things."

Lu Mingzheng nodded, thought about it and said, "When I go back this time, I will find a way to get more cloth tickets."

Zhu Xiaomin turned her head to look at him and just smiled without any objection.

The two of them were talking and walking. When Zhu Xiaomin came back to his senses, he was already standing outside the carriage shop and saw the county's tractor driving over.

Seeing Meng Zihao getting out of the car, Zhu Xiaomin opened her eyes wide: "Did you know his train was coming?"

The tractors from the county made one trip each in the morning, noon and afternoon. She originally thought that Meng Zihao would take the morning trip.