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

The next day, Wu Xulin asked two people to go to town together to send the letter and things for Lu Mingzheng. They also finished the New Year's goods here, and the rest was to clean all the houses in the educated youth point.

While the male educated youth were cleaning the house, the female educated youth saw the sun and took out everyone's bedding to dry it, taking the opportunity to do a thorough inspection to see whose bedding was more shabby and whose cotton was worse.

After that conversation that day, Zhang Qiaomei and Zhu Xiaomin became closer. At this time, they took a feather duster and beat the quilt hanging to dry. They glanced at the closed door of the last dormitory and couldn't help but whisper. Said: "Why haven't I seen them cleaning the house?"

Zhu Xiaomin glanced sideways at her and asked in surprise: "You don't want to help, do you?"

"No!" Zhang Qiaomei immediately shook her head and muttered in a low voice, "I just... think it's strange."

Zhu Xiaomin shook his head slightly: "Our New Year's goods are sold in the town, and they go to the county. I think the preparations will not be worse than ours, so don't worry."

Zhang Qiaomei defended: "I'm either worried or... just curious."

"Okay, I'm just curious!" Zhu Xiaomin couldn't help but laugh, called her, and turned over the quilt she was knocking on.

While the two were busy, several young men from the village came in, said hello, and took things to Shi Meijun's house. After a while, they started to move things out and actually cleaned the house for them.

Zhu Xiaomin glanced at Zhang Qiaomei and shouted to one of them: "Hey, Sanmaotou, who asked you to come?"

San Maotou turned around and smiled at her: "It's Captain Qian. He said that they are a young couple who are not related here, so the team leader should take care of them." After saying that, he entered the room again.

Zhang Qiaomei was speechless for a while before saying, "No wonder they didn't do anything."

That's because she doesn't know the relationship between Shi Meijun and Qian Yuanfei.

Zhu Xiaomin smiled and saw that the quilt had become fluffy, so she went to make another bed.

The countdown to the New Year has begun, and the torn clothes of the educated youths have finally been mended. Xie Chengzhi saw that there was another letter embroidered on his clothes, and said with a smile: "I don't know how you thought of it, but it looks like this." of."

The same is true for mending clothes. People in the village sew a big patch onto a piece of cloth.

Miao Shiwen pointed to Zhu Xiaomin: "I am responsible for Xiaomin's idea."

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "I'm just good at talking, but I can't do needlework. I'm worse than Xiaoya. Most of it is due to poetry and Qiaomei."

Miao Shiwen smiled: "Without your idea, we would only be able to sew large patches." He looked at the letters on Xie Chengzhi's body and nodded, "If you embroider another letter with thread, this place will be much stronger."

Xie Chengzhi smiled at her, changed his clothes back, and took them out.

In a blink of an eye, it’s New Year’s Eve again. Starting from noon, several dormitories have been busy, and everyone has begun to prepare New Year’s Eve dinner.

Chicken nuggets from two chickens were already stewed in the pot, and a few male educated youths on the other side had also begun to chop meat fillings.

At the request of several people, I still eat meat dumplings with pure white noodles this year.

Nie Yifei and Shi Meijun finally opened the door to their house, and the aroma of meat wafted out.

Song Zhian was cutting potatoes under Zhu Xiaomin's command, sniffing and whispering: "They also eat chicken."

"Yeah!" Zhu Xiaomin nodded, "Not only that, yesterday I saw two chickens, a piece of pork, about ten pounds, and a fish."

"Fish?" Song Zhian opened his eyes in surprise.

Zhu Xiaomin sighed: "Maybe someone in the team got the fish from Beishan Reservoir."

Song Zhian smacked his lips: "It's such a good day."

Zhu Xiaomin raised his head and glanced at him, smiled and shook his head, and said slowly: "Next year, we will also change a few to eat."

"Really?" Song Zhian's eyes lit up, and then he sighed, "How much food will it cost?"

He took people to the market this year, and he knew exactly how much food these things used.

If I trade it for fish again, I'm afraid I'll be hungry again next fall.

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "Our food has been calculated since we got it. We can only change it if we can afford it."

Song Zhian nodded repeatedly: "It's just a fish. We'll probably catch it ourselves later."

Beishan Reservoir belongs to the collective, but outside the reservoir, there are several wild rivers.

Zhu Xiaomin was startled and said hurriedly: "I said I can change it, but don't act recklessly. If you turn around, you will be swept away by the water, and you will be captured by the River Dragon King as your son-in-law. We can't save you."

Song Zhian laughed: "If you become the son-in-law of the River Dragon King, won't you have fish to eat?"

Zhu Xiaomin rolled her eyes: "You think so, those fish might be your wife's second uncle and aunt, you dare to eat them, aren't you afraid of the family rules of the River Dragon King?"

Song Zhian was amused by her words and laughed: "Then... let's not go." After laughing, he looked down at the potatoes cut in his hand, "The chicken is already stewed, why do you need so many potato pieces?"

"Didn't you exchange three kilograms of white sugar?" Zhu Xiaomin asked. When he nodded, he smiled and said, "Let's make shredded potatoes."

"What about that one?" Song Zhian pointed at some gray balls.

Zhu Xiaomin blinked: "After the breeding base was built, there was still some lime left. It would be a waste to leave it alone, so I used it."

"Lime?" Song Zhian opened his eyes wide.

Zhu Xiaomin nodded and smiled, then simply went to get the thing, cracked the skin and peeled it out.

"Pine... Songhua eggs?" Song Zhian was surprised, "Are these Songhua eggs made of lime?"

Zhu Xiaomin nodded: "These are some eggs we saved this year. I made some preserved eggs and will make preserved eggs mixed with tofu later."

"What about that one?" Song Zhian asked an old pumpkin on the other side.

"There is a dish called Jin Yu Man Tang, which is mainly made of pumpkin, with starch dumplings, and some wine and raisins, for good luck." Zhu Xiaomin pointed to the other two bowls.

Song Zhian had never eaten it and couldn't imagine what it would be like, but hearing the name made him feel happy. He nodded repeatedly and pointed to another one: "Why is there still corn? Are you making soup? It's not ground into grains."

"Make green pepper corn." Zhu Xiaomin replied, pointing to the green peppers that had been broken on one side.

Can green peppers and corn be fried together?

Song Zhian found it novel, looked at the tofu in another basin and asked, "Is this Mapo Tofu?"

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "Aren't you tired of eating Mapo Tofu for a year? Let's make steamed Yong Tofu and mix in some minced meat."

Never eaten this.

Song Zhian nodded repeatedly and hurriedly ran to chop the meat while shouting to leave some minced meat.

Miao Shiwen was funny: "Xiao Min will be here to prepare the stuffing soon, are you afraid that you won't be able to stay?"

makes sense!

Song Zhian ran back with a smile and counted several dishes, plus a few side dishes to go with wine. The table was full, and there were still two calories of wine left. It felt very rich.