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

As the leader of the educated youth center, Xie Chengzhi immediately got up and went out. He came back after a while and said with a smile: "It's a letter from Lu Mingzheng. This guy actually remembers us."

Lu Mingzheng’s letter?

When everyone heard this, they immediately gathered around and urged him to quickly open it and read it.

Xie Chengzhi sat down near the warmth of the stove, opened the envelope, and as soon as he took out the letter paper, several tickets fell out.

Xing Qingsheng had sharp eyes and immediately shouted: "It's a meat ticket."

Yang Aijun hurriedly picked it up, took a look at it and said with a smile: "It's not just meat tickets, but also two gas tickets." He handed it to Miao Shiwen aside and urged Chengzhi, "Read it quickly, what are you writing?"

Xie Chengzhi opened the letter, glanced over and said with a smile: "He said he was already at work. He has been busy in the past two months, so he didn't write a letter. Seeing that the New Year was approaching, he knew that what we were most lacking was meat, so he sent some meat tickets and oil. Get the tickets."

"Where is he? Where will he eat and live?" Xing Qingsheng and Lu Mingzheng have been in the same dormitory, and their relationship is closer than others.

Xie Chengzhi said: "He eats and lives in the workplace and has a canteen. These meat stamps and food stamps are monthly subsidies. He can't use them, so he sends them to us."

"Every month?" Xing Qingsheng murmured with unspeakable envy, "It would be great if we could go back sometime."

Just a few more years.

Zhu Xiaomin glanced at him.

Zhang Qiaomei said in a low voice: "Even if we go back, we still need to be able to recruit workers, otherwise we won't be able to eat and drink at home?"

Among the three female educated youths, her family situation was the worst. After graduating from junior high school, she did not go to high school. She waited at home for job recruitment. She waited for two years and was not able to find a job. Later, she was mobilized to go to the countryside.

Similar to Zhang Qiaomei's situation, there were several male educated youths who nodded slightly and felt a little depressed after hearing what she said.

Lu Mingzheng was able to go back because he completed high school before the movement, unlike some of them who went to high school after the movement broke out. Even if they were given the opportunity, they might not be able to do his job.

Feeling that the atmosphere in the room was gloomy, Xie Chengzhi waved his hands and said with a smile: "We should be happy for Ming Zheng to return to the city and have a good job. Why do we all seem to be jealous?"

Who is jealous?

Several male educated youths each punched him, and then someone urged: "Tell me more, what else did you write?"

"No more!" Xie Chengzhi shook his head and shook the thin page of paper in his hand.

Is this gone?

Everyone stared.

"Oh, and..." Xie Chengzhi glanced at the letter and said suddenly.

"Quick, what else?" everyone asked hurriedly.

Xie Chengzhi smiled: "He also said to say hello to everyone and wish everyone a happy New Year in advance."

Is this called anything else?

"Bang!" Several people were dissatisfied.

Xing Qingsheng took the letter from his hand, read it over and over, and muttered unwillingly: "This guy Lu Mingzheng didn't say a few words when he was here, but this letter is worth a thousand dollars, at least it is worthy of the stamp."

"It should be to send us meat stamps and gas stamps, right?" Miao Shiwen said.

possible!

Everyone nodded.

But I heard a discordant voice say: "He has the face of a almsgiver."

Everyone turned around and saw Nie Yifei standing against the door with his hands in his trouser pockets and a dissatisfied look on his face.

Since the day he asked Zhu Xiaomin to pay back the money, it was not necessary. He had never participated in group activities. If he had not come to eat today, he would not have entered this room.

Xing Qingsheng was dissatisfied: "Nie Yifei, what are you talking about? Ming Zheng never talks much. He sent us meat stamps and gas stamps because he was thinking about us during the New Year. Which word indicates charity?"

Nie Yifei snorted: "If you are willing to accept his charity, don't take me with you."

"Tsk, tsk, you are arrogant, so don't eat it, otherwise, you can bring the meat tickets yourself." Zhu Xiaomin couldn't hold it back and retorted.

Nie Yifei's face darkened and he sneered: "Zhu Xiaomin, are you so unwilling to say anything bad about Lu Mingzheng?"

"Yeah, can't you?" Zhu Xiaomin admitted confidently, "Lu Mingzheng gives everyone meat to eat, what about you? Buy an egg and eat it yourself, but you still have to ask me for money."

"Pfft!" Several people laughed, and a few laughed loudly on purpose.

Nie Yifei's face became even more disgusting, he gritted his teeth, turned around and slammed the door.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Xiaomin raised her head, rolled her eyes, and then said to Xie Chengzhi, "Ignore that lunatic, let's continue discussing."

Xie Chengzhi smiled: "What Ming Zheng sent is five kilograms of meat stamps. The fat meat can also be refined to produce a lot of oil. There are also oil stamps. We even have the oil for fried cakes. We only need to change a few chickens and then Get some mutton, this year will be a rich one."

Zhu Xiaomin suggested: "Let's have a meal of pure white flour dumplings."

Although wheat is also grown in the fields in Beishan, rice is expensive and money is expensive. After paying the public grain, there is not much left in the hands. The villagers are reluctant to eat it all at once. During the New Year, they basically eat steamed dumplings, which are boiled potatoes mashed into puree. , add some white flour into the skin to make it, wrap it up and steam it to eat.

When everyone heard her suggestion, most of them hesitated and looked at each other.

Xing Qingsheng coughed and said helplessly: "Xiaomin, our entire educated youth weight only weighs forty or fifty pounds. We have a year to go, so we have to improve from time to time."

Zhu Xiaomin thought about it and nodded: "That's right!" After saying that, he felt a little regretful, "In previous years, it was just a little bit of meat mixed with cabbage to make stuffing. It's rare that there is more meat this year."

It is indeed a pity to make steamed dumplings when there is a lot of meat.

Everyone was a little excited when they heard it.

Xie Chengzhi thought for a while and said: "There are still a few days until the Chinese New Year. Let's think about it again. We can't hold a vote."

This works!

Everyone nodded together.

Because of Lu Mingzheng's letter, most of the New Year problems were solved. Everyone was excited for a while, eating potato chips, eating kimchi, drinking boiled water, and discussing the future division of labor.

In the afternoon, Xiang Zhikuan went to the community, brought back some wire, and asked several male educated youths to make several wire fences for grilling food.

Miao Shiwen saw it and thought that there was a lot of newly harvested Xiaomai this year. He discussed it with Zhu Xiaomin and Zhang Qiaomei. Before putting out the fire in the big stove, he steamed several cages of Xiaonoodle dumplings, put them in the yard and froze them, and slowly baked them to eat. .

The female educated youth was busy preparing food, so Xie Chengzhi asked a few male educated youths to take some food and go around the village, and returned in exchange for a chicken and some eggs.

Zhu Xiaomin felt a little helpless when she saw the little cock with its legs tied.

There are more than thirty people and only one chicken. The chicken soup is not as strong as the thick one.

I was thinking about the pheasants that sometimes appeared in the woods, but thinking about this era, I finally didn't mention it again.

It was Xie Chengzhi who took advantage of the opportunity to find her and whispered alone: ​​"Don't mention what you said that day. There are so many people here, who knows where it will spread." As he spoke, he looked at Nie Yifei in the distance.

Yes, Nie Yifei was able to report Lu Mingzheng in order to make meritorious service. Now that she and Nie Yifei had broken up, it was the time when they were hostile to each other. When he heard this, he didn't know what happened.

Zhu Xiaomin understood his kindness, nodded and smiled at him.