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

On the other side, Miao Shiwen had already counted the New Year's goods and checked them into the warehouse one by one. Finally, Xie Chengzhi took the package sent by Lu Mingzheng and said with a smile, "Let's see what Mingzheng sent."

The package sent by Lu Mingzheng was a white snakeskin bag filled to the brim.

Miao Shiwen took the scissors, found the sewn joint of the package, slowly cut it open, and took out everything inside.

In front are several smaller bags packed separately. Inside are a few nuts that are not found in the Yunzhong area. They are obviously new year supplies for everyone. Then he took out something wrapped with a rope and wrapped in straw. The thing looked like A round shape with a long handle, I asked strangely: "What is this?"

Zhu Xiaomin came over to take a look and felt vaguely strange: "It may be a fragile thing. I'm afraid it will be damaged. Let's take it apart and take a look."

Xing Qingsheng guessed: "It can't be a bar? But the shape doesn't look like it."

"Like a kettle, with a round bottom." Yang Aijun interjected.

"The kettle doesn't have such a long spout." He Wenhua gestured to the long handle.

"Just take it apart and take a look." Wu Xulin didn't bother to guess. He took the thing directly, found the knotted place of the rope, and pulled it away.

Everyone stared at his hand, watching the rope go around in circles, peeling off the straw wrapping, revealing a dark iron thing inside, and they all asked strangely: "What is this?"

Zhu Xiaomin said "Ah", reached out and took it over, quickly dismantled the rest, looked back and forth and said, "This is the pan used to spread the yellow."

"Why did you send this?" Xie Chengzhi didn't understand either.

Chen Xudong couldn't help laughing, looked at Zhu Xiaomin and said, "On the day Lu Zhiqing and the others left, we ate at a Huang'er stall in the county. At that time, Lu Zhiqing saw that Zhu Zhiqing had eaten three in a row, so he wanted to buy fifty for us. When I brought it back, Zhu Zhiqing said it didn't taste good when it was cold, and she could make it herself as long as she had the tools, but she didn't expect that Lu Zhiqing would send the pan."

Your statement is just a statement, why do you still bring your own judgment?

Zhu Xiaomin glanced at him.

She ate three in a row, how could she not know?

That's it!

Several people suddenly realized that Song Zhian stretched his head from behind Zhu Xiaomin and asked: "Then when will we eat?"

You just know how to eat!

Several people were speechless.

Zhu Xiaomin turned around: "Where's the pot you're looking at?"

"On the stove!" Song Zhian chuckled, "The water has already boiled."

"Then let's cook the noodles." Zhu Xiaomin immediately put down the pan and walked towards the stove, but heard Miao Shiwen's "Ah" cry from behind.

Looking back, I saw Miao Shiwen taking out the last bag and shouting happily: "Rice, it's actually rice."

Rice is not produced in the Yunzhong area, not to mention that there is no place to buy it in the village. Even in the city, there is only targeted supply. Therefore, although they are both fine grains, they can occasionally eat white flour, but rice is rarely seen.

This shout made everyone in the yard suddenly excited. They rushed around to take a look and shouted: "It's really rice. It must weigh more than ten kilograms. Ming Zheng is really interesting."

"It's true, I ate rice several years ago."

"Me too. One year my mother exchanged it with someone else and used extra food stamps."

"Ming Zheng is so rare, he thinks of us everywhere." Several people lamented.

After the joy passed, Miao Shiwen weighed the rice, totaling twelve kilograms.

Zhou Dongyi shrank his neck: "Including food stamps, this is more than thirty kilograms of food. Lu Zhiqing doesn't eat food himself?"

Xie Chengzhi nodded and said helplessly: "Ming Zheng always remembers us, but we didn't give him anything."

Miao Shiwen thought about it and tried to say: "Our raisins are not bad, why don't we send him two kilograms?"

Chen Xudong's eyes lit up and he immediately said: "There are also mountain mushrooms, which are not available elsewhere. Although Ming Zheng has eaten them, there are still family members."

"Yes, during New Year's Eve, Xiaomin put mountain mushrooms in the stewed chicken. It tasted very fresh."

"There are also red dates. Those are the new trees we planted this year. We will also send some back to Mingzheng to try."

"Yes, Ming Zheng loved eating the steamed cake with dates last time."

For a time, everyone was talking about ideas.

Xing Qingsheng said: "It's already the fifteenth day. If you want to send it, I'll send it tomorrow. It's just in time for the Chinese New Year."

"That's right!" Everyone immediately agreed, talking about what else to send.

Over there, Zhu Xiaomin couldn't help but smile as she listened.

What comes and goes is human kindness.

When the vermicelli came out of the pot, Song Zhian shouted hello, and the discussion stopped. They all came over to pick up the vermicelli, and then crowded into a room.

Song Zhian held the bowl and squeezed towards Xie Chengzhi and said, "Let's not talk about what to send. While everyone is here, let's read what Ming Zheng wrote in the letter?"

Xie Chengzhi was funny: "When you opened the letter, didn't you read what he wrote?"

Song Zhian laughed: "When I saw the meat ticket, of course I rushed to cut the meat as soon as possible, and I had to rush back, so I didn't care."

Although they are poor, during the Chinese New Year, every household still tries their best to get some meat to eat. This is the last market before the year. Most of the people who organize New Year's goods in each village go to cut meat at this time. If they go late, others will pick up the leftovers. Down.

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and urged Xie Chengzhi: "Quick, let's see what Ming Zheng said?"

Xie Chengzhi had no choice but to put down the bowl, took out the letter, opened his mouth and read: "Brothers!"

"Hey!" Several people sitting on the bench below agreed at the same time, causing a burst of laughter.

Xie Chengzhi laughed and scolded: "I don't want to listen to you. If I don't listen, I won't read."

"Listen!" Everyone expressed their opinions immediately.

Xie Chengzhi picked it up, read a few lines first, and then said: "Well, Ming Zheng said, there was a lot of snow in the city a while ago. He originally wanted us to receive the package before the New Year, but I'm afraid it won't work because of the road. It’s better to do it before the Spring Festival.”

Song Zhian nodded repeatedly: "The comrades at the post office also said that normally it should arrive before New Year's Day, but when we arrived at their place, it was already after New Year's Day."

Xie Chengzhi nodded and continued: "Last month he went on a business trip to the Northeast. He bought those nuts in the Northeast. He said it was the Chinese New Year, so everyone could have a taste."

"No wonder I haven't received a letter for so long." Xing Qingsheng said.

"What about rice? He couldn't have bought it on a business trip, right?" Xiang Zhikuan asked.

Zhu Xiaomin was amused: "Although we don't have much rice here, there is still a supply of food in the city."

"Maybe it's the New Year's gift distributed by Mingzheng and his company." Song Zhian guessed.

Xiang Zhikuan nodded repeatedly and sighed: "No wonder everyone wants to go back to the city."

Yes, who doesn't want to go back to the city? The new arrivals still don't feel that any of the groups who have stayed here for several years don't want to go back.

For a moment, there was some silence in the room.

Zhu Xiaomin clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Hey, I want to go back and think about it. I still have to live my life. If I don't eat it, the noodles will be cold and it will be a waste of my hard work."