Ding!Your golden finger has been delivered

Honest farmers like Niu Laohan look down on lazy people the most. Liu Quan, who is more active in his words than his actions, can only get along in his circle. His style.

Seeing who it was, the conversation among the aunts stopped for a while. Many people looked at Aunt Niu quietly, and showed a little sympathy when they saw her ugly face.

This old Niu's family is also unlucky, they were kind for a while, seeing that the educated youths were not full to eat, so they lent them some food, I am afraid that they will be relied on in the future.

After all, judging by Liu Zhiqing's posture, it doesn't look like he is here to pay back the food.

Sure enough, Liu Quan didn't seem to see their reaction. He took a step forward and said, "Uncle Niu, the team has a good harvest this year?"

"You guys collected it with us. Can you not look at the more you take and the less you take?" The old man Niu looked indifferent, and still let him into the yard.

Seeing all the village women in the yard looking at him, Liu Quan's face was on fire, and he thought that he would have asked others to come here if he knew it earlier.

If he didn't want to buy people's hearts with food to show that he was friendly with the villagers, who would come here to see people's faces in the ice and snow.

In the courtyard, Auntie Hua hugged the needle and thread into her arms, she spoke less politely, and said with a gun and a stick: "Old Niu, you don't know that, these city children are very expensive, even if they fall to the ground, they can't even touch themselves." You can’t finish collecting those things, how can you come over and take care of us?”

Liu Quan cursed secretly, but his face was humble: "Uncles and aunts, please bear with me. It is also the first time for us to get started. We are not used to it. How can we compare with your dexterity."

Everyone loves to listen to good obedient words. Seeing that everyone's expressions are no longer stiff, he strikes while the iron is hot, holding back tears, "Uncle Niu, I can't help it if I come here today, and the educated youths are going to stop. We men can resist, those women Comrade, you can't hold on, you can't let them starve to death, can you? Can you lend us some more food, I promise, I will pay it back when spring comes!"

The old man Niu looked at him really pitifully, and was a little shaken.

But Aunt Niu quit, threw the rag aside, and asked: "Don't look at our villagers so foolishly. How long has the team distributed rations, and you have eaten them all? If things go on like this, even mountains of gold and silver are not enough. You made it. Liu Zhiqing, we also have more than a dozen mouths waiting for food at home, and we really can’t afford it, so you should find the captain.”

Liu Quan was embarrassed, "The team doesn't have much food, so it's not enough food."

"Who is to blame? Eat as much as you plant, no matter how little food is, it is grown in your fields. When you came, you ate the food from our team. Our village hasn't asked you to pay it back, and we have to keep offering it. This truth!"

Aunt Niu’s family has a lot of labor, and the eldest son is still a worker in the factory. He is a little richer than the villagers, but that’s all there is to it, barely enough to eat.

Their family lent [-] catties of food to the educated youth before, but they also picked it out from between their teeth, and they didn't point it at the children to return it. Take it in at home.

Seeing Aunt Niu's resolute attitude, Liu Quan also knew that she couldn't make sense from her, so he looked at Old Man Niu pitifully, wondering: "Uncle Niu..."

"It's useless to find your uncle, I have the final say on this one!"

The old man Niu lit the hookah and puffed on it. After a long time, he said, "My family can lend you another forty catties."

Liu Quan looked happy, and he heard Uncle Niu continue to say: "Forget about the previous grain, you have to pay back the forty catties, write me an IOU, even if you dig wild vegetables in spring, you have to pay me back."

They have a deep understanding of how difficult the winter in the north is. No matter what, they can't let people starve to death or freeze to death.

"This..." Liu Quan clenched his fists and said reluctantly, "Okay, I can write."

The old man Niu waved his hand, "It doesn't matter what you say alone, let you educated youths sign all the orders, and come to me with the IOUs to exchange food."

Liu Quan was a little unhappy. If all the educated youth signed, wouldn't it be an illusion that he boasted about being friends with the villagers?How can you tell him to hold the power of food distribution in his hands in the future?

But the situation was critical, and thinking of the feeling of being hungry, he still agreed to this condition, and turned back to the educated youth to order.

The door closed behind him, and the aunt's gossip came out clearly:

"Hey, your family is still generous, forty catties of grain, enough to last for a month if you tighten it up."

Aunt Niu just sighed: "There is no way, my old cow is just dead-headed, and loves those dolls."

"Actually, it doesn't matter. If you help Fang Zhiqing exchange things, he must have expressed it on the other side, and he won't lose much."

Speaking of Fang Zhiqing, the aunts couldn't finish talking. Now they can wear gloves, no longer suffer from frostbite, and they can get so many affordable goods, but it's all thanks to that one, so naturally they praise them.

"Yes, Fang Zhiqing is generous and hardworking. They are also educated youths. Why is there such a big difference?"

"The educated youth married the battalion commander, and he was the first one to realize that. I don't see any of the educated youths willing to endure hardship."

Liu Quan stood at the door for a while, listening to their words in his heart, a trace of resignation flashed in his eyes, and he gave a stern glance towards the north of the village, and then turned his head back to the educated youth spot.

And Fang Zhengxin, as people say, is making dumplings at home at the moment. In the winter in the north, nothing is missing on the dining table without dumplings. No matter how poor the family is, when the Chinese New Year comes, they will find some white flour and come back to make a bowl of dumplings. .

He mixed a lot of stuffing, pork and scallions, pork and wild vegetables, leeks and eggs... the usual ones are fine. He also bought a lot of seafood from the supermarket and made a bunch of dumplings with three delicacies stuffing. Then knead a jar of flour into noodles, keep wrapping them in your hands, and put them outside to freeze after wrapping.

Busy from afternoon to night, there are several shelves in the yard. On the shelves, there are neatly stacked large drawers with a diameter of one meter. Each drawer is filled with round and plump dumplings. It's so spectacular to watch, one can't wait to take it away with one drawer.

When He Xingzhou came back, there was almost no room for him to walk in. Facing the dumpling mountain, he felt a little headache.

He didn't care about things, but he felt sorry for Fang Zhengxin's hand. With so many dumplings, even the whole family would be exhausted. He didn't know how long he had been busy.

When they walked to the kitchen, the man was still busy under the lamp. He Xingzhou walked over and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Come on, you've been tired all day."

"No need, I'm ready to go, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Whatever, as long as there is meat."

He is not a meat lover, but the training tasks in the military camp are heavy, and he must replenish enough energy for this body.

"Then the pork shepherd's purse." Fang Zhengxin wrapped the last dumpling in his hand and began to add water to the cauldron. "The wild shepherd's purse that my aunts brought in this morning is delicious."

He Xingzhou was not idle either, he sat down to help him light the fire, and asked casually, "Who did you make those dumplings for?"

"It's just those children in the village, my parents, and your soldiers." Fang Zhengxin calculated with his fingers, afraid that he would think too much, so he added another sentence, "They took me over from Lijiazhuang. express?"

"Don't have mine?"

"Don't worry, the rest is yours."

Fangzheng couldn't laugh or cry, seeing the water boiled, he quickly poured dumplings into it, looked at the billowing white gas, and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, didn't you tell me about the situation of the man in the cowshed in our village last time?" ? I saw him go up the mountain yesterday and helped him out. I found a letter at our door this morning, which should be for you. "

He turned around and went into the room. When he came out again, he had an extra stack of straw paper in his hand, which showed how difficult the conditions of the letter writer were. He didn't even have an envelope, and the letter paper was cut from the corner of the newspaper.

He Xingzhou knew about the grievances between Song Zhengwen and their old He family. He opened the letter and found that the other party was sincere in the letter. He first apologized for his previous behavior, and then asked them to take his daughter back. Please take good care of her and give her shelter.

Looking at the whole article, he didn't mention a single word about his son.

He Xingzhou shook his head, threw the letter into the fire, and sighed: "This man, he only knows how close he is if things come to an end."

Seeing Fang Zhengxin staring and curious, he briefly explained the contents of the letter, and the former was also very embarrassed: "His son is really a white-eyed wolf. As long as the family can stay together, what does suffering matter?"

"Everyone's pursuit is different, and the things they cherish are also different."

Human nature can't stand the test even more in this era. How many people use chicken feathers as arrows to kill other people's families for a little bit of jealousy.

When the dumplings were brought to the table, He Xingzhou took a sip. Not to mention, it was full of fragrance, the pork was chewy, and the shepherd's purse was tender and tender. It was a rare delicacy in winter.

The two of them were exhausted without incident. He Xingzhou was boxing in the hall, while Fang Zhengxin was sprawled out on a chair. There was a fire wall in the room, so it wasn't very hot. It is very elastic.

He Xingzhou walked over, poked it, and squeezed out a few dents. Before Fang Zhengxin could complain, he quickly got down to business.

"Do you want to go to the barracks with me tomorrow?"

Sure enough, Fang Zhengxin forgot to respond, and let him rub his belly, asking, "Can I go there too?"

"Well, there will be a small party in Laba tomorrow night. We don't have an art troupe here, but family members can go and see it."

"Okay, I'll make Laba porridge tonight, and I just take the dumplings over to eat!"

Before passing through, Fang Zhengxin watched a lot of videos of military rations on the Internet, and none of the individual combat rations looked delicious.It only asks for calories and nutrition, and does not pay attention to the taste at all.

It was the same at that time, not to mention this time, judging from He Xingzhou's reaction, it was clear that their fire-headed army was really lacking in technology.

In order to condolences to the soldiers stationed on the border, by the way, I helped my battalion commander to brush up his favor, no matter how many dumplings he made, he would never feel tired.