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

Miao Shiwen nodded: "There are also cotton-padded clothes. I saw Song Zhian's cotton-padded clothes last year. The cotton was hard and he was still wearing it."

Zhu Xiaomin thought for a moment and murmured: "We need to find someone to exchange more cloth tickets. Slowly, we will replace everyone with new cotton-padded clothes."

Miao Shiwen was surprised: "Let's not mention that we have no place to get cotton rolls, and we don't have that much money."

Zhu Xiaomin smiled and blinked: "There will always be."

Wang Xiaoya, who was holding her cheek and listening to the two people talking, suddenly laughed, pushed Miao Shiwen and said: "Sister Shiwen, why are you so stupid? We have two hundred sheep in our breeding base. When they are older, we will shear the sheep and leave some. It’s just that it’s warmer than cotton, but it’s a little more difficult to make cloth tickets.”

"Yes!" Miao Shiwen suddenly realized, but was a little worried, "The sheep in the breeding base are collective, can we keep the wool?"

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "Our crops and vegetables have scored by the end of the year, so why not the wool? Let's discuss it with the team later."

Miao Shiwen was speechless: "There are so many members in our brigade, how much wool do we need to keep to give each person one piece of clothing?"

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "Even if the points are smaller, everyone will get together and pick the worst ones first and exchange them for some people, and the others will wait."

Miao Shiwen nodded, thinking about whose cotton-padded clothes were older.

After staying in the house for a few days, on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, it was the last market in the town. Donkey carts passed by on the way to the town, and it was not that difficult anymore. After everyone discussed it, Song Zhian took a group The people carried more than ten kilograms of soybeans and some corn, and some raisins, plus a few kilograms of meat coupons that everyone scraped together, and went to the town.

More than ten kilograms of soybeans must be exchanged for tofu, which is enough to eat during the twelfth and first lunar months. The corns must be exchanged for some candies and other new year products at the supply and marketing cooperative. The raisins are used to barter with the villagers at the market.

At the educated youth point, the washed clothes gradually dried and were put away, and the torn clothes were concentrated on the kangs of the female educated youths. Miao Shiwen and Zhang Qiaomei began to sew for everyone, while Wang Xiaoya helped.

Zhu Xiaomin was not good at needlework, so she no longer bothered. Instead, she led the male educated youths to start preparing New Year's goods. In a dormitory, they used a small pot to fry twists, cakes, and vegetarian meatballs. Soon the yard was filled with food. The mixed aroma of food.

A large stove was turned on in the yard, steam was steaming, and more than a dozen people were busy pressing vermicelli. After kneading the balls of vermicelli, the vermicelli was pressed into the pot, cooked, then picked up and poured into cold water, and finally rolled up and air-dried on the table. After drying and freezing, it is stored in the granary, which can be used for a year.

Zhu Xiaomin ran back and forth, checking to see if the dough was kneaded enough, checking the temperature of the oil pan, and then checking to see if it was deep-fried. She was very busy.

In the busyness, time passed by unconsciously. When all the fried food was fried and the oil pan was taken off the fire, everyone realized that it was already past lunch time.

Zhu Xiaomin thought about it and said with a smile: "It's already too late. Let's just wait a little longer. The last few powders are pressed and we don't have to dry them anymore. We can make chicken vermicelli."

She had mentioned chicken vermicelli on New Year's Day, but New Year's Day was right next to Laba Rice Porridge, and everyone was busy preparing Laba Rice Porridge. After that, they were busy experimenting with new food varieties, so they really didn't pay attention to it these days.

As soon as they heard that they were eating chicken vermicelli today, the educated youths immediately cheered, and those who had finished their work also rushed to help.

Press the powder quickly and they can eat it easily.

Xie Chengzhi also said with a smile: "Don't worry, Song Zhian and the others should be back soon."

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "It's okay, leave some chicken offal for them and cook it in the soup when they come back."

Just as he was talking, He Wenhua, who was fetching firewood by the wall, shouted: "They are back. Let's go pick them up."

A few male educated youths who didn't get along ran out, caught those few people when they were halfway up the slope, and took things for me.

As soon as Song Zhian came in, he immediately smiled at the people inside: "Fortunately, I went today and Ming Zheng's things were delivered to the town. Because the roads were difficult to walk due to heavy snow, there was no one at the post office in town to deliver them, otherwise we would have missed the New Year."

"Mingzheng has something to send back?" Xie Chengzhi came up and asked.

Song Zhian nodded and pointed to the package that Gu Liansheng took over: "That's it." He took out two more letters from his pocket, took a look at them, and handed one to Xie Chengzhi, "This letter is for us, I thought maybe There were meat stamps again, so I opened them first. In addition to five kilograms of meat stamps, there were also three kilograms of oil stamps and twenty kilograms of fine grain stamps."

"I thought we had just divided the food and saved some oil, so we didn't move it. Five kilograms of meat was cut back by the way. It will be enough for the New Year. What we gathered together is not moving for the time being." He pointed to the one he brought back. pick.

Xie Chengzhi nodded, took the letter and poured out the tickets. When he saw Miao Shiwen coming out of the room, he handed it to her.

Zhu Xiaomin said with a smile: "In this way, we can eat pure white flour dumplings again during the Chinese New Year."

Thinking of what Lu Mingzheng said before leaving, "I will work hard so that you can eat pure white meat dumplings this year," my heart instantly warmed.

She wanted to let him go and not have any bonds, but she still felt warm that he could remember her.

It's somewhat contradictory to say it, but it's also true.

Hearing her talk about pure white flour dumplings, Song Chengzhi nodded repeatedly and handed over another letter: "This letter is for Xiaomin."

Zhu Xiaomin was stunned: "Mine?"

The last time I wrote to you, I only wrote one letter to everyone, talking about the submission of reporting materials from the breeding base.

Song Zhian pointed at the envelope and said, "Take a look for yourself. I checked the postmark. It's still the same day. Of course it's written specifically for you." He winked.

This kid Lu Mingzheng...

Zhu Xiaomin was a little uncomfortable, but she had to accept it, so she had to take it over and look at the envelope. It was her name written on it. She folded it and stuffed it into her pocket. She waved her hand to divert her attention: "Okay, okay, put things down first." , just ready to eat."

Song Zhian chased her and asked, "Don't you see what Ming Zheng said?"

Zhu Xiaomin turned around and asked him: "Are you still eating? I'm making chicken vermicelli today."

"Really?" Song Zhian's eyes lit up and he immediately put the letter aside and nodded hastily, "I want it, of course I want it. I've been craving it for days."

Zhu Xiaomin said funny: "Then come and help." He walked to the stove without thinking about himself.

Song Zhian hurriedly agreed to go over and take over from Chen Xudong to add fuel to the fire. He said with a smile: "We also got three kilograms of white sugar at the supply and marketing cooperative. Although the eight-treasure porridge made a few days ago was delicious, it was a pity that there was less sugar and it was not flavorful enough."

He craned his neck to look at Zhu Xiaomin's hands mixing the seasonings, rubbed his belly, and said: "There were a lot of people changing tofu today, and we had to wait in line for a long time. When we came back, the road was slippery, and I was worried that if I fell, I would lose all my picks of tofu." ”

Zhu Xiaomin listened to him talking about going to town. She mixed the seasonings in her hands, put it in the pot and stir-fried until the aroma was released. Then she added the chicken giblets and stewed them with water. She covered the pot and said, "Let it simmer until it becomes soupy." When it is thick, add water, and when the water boils again, you can add the flour."

Song Zhian agreed, lowered his head and tried to add fuel to the fire.