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

Chapter 040

Xie Chengzhi laughed: "Yes, in the first few days, there were all kinds of steamed, boiled, stir-fried and cold dishes, and poplar hair was available every day. Later, after the season, they couldn't pick it up anymore. They stored some and were reluctant to eat them. We were greedy for a long time before we were willing to take out some, and today we are also taking advantage of you."

Lu Mingzheng took a bite of the cake and nodded repeatedly: "Although it is different from the fresh ones, it still tastes good. We have tried it in previous years, but we have never succeeded. It is a pity."

Miao Shiwen laughed: "In the past, when we dried the raw food, it would remain intact, but the fine fluff on it would fall off, leaving only the stems, leaving nothing to eat. However, when cooked, it would spoil easily. One time it was Xiaomin’s idea to blanch them in water to retain the down, then expose them to the sun until they were completely dry before putting them away.”

Xie Chengzhi also laughed: "It just needs to be dried thoroughly in one go. It rained a few times among us and everything was broken. It was a pity for everyone."

Song Zhian winced and said with a smile: "As for the different ways to make it, the pickled one is the scariest. It's not bad, but it's impossible to eat."

"What?" Lu Mingzheng didn't understand.

These days, the most common way to keep things from spoiling is to salt them.

Xie Chengzhi said with a smile: "Those fluff absorbs the smell too much. The water mixed with it is obviously not very salty, but the salty one cannot be eaten at all."

Zhu Xiaomin quit: "No way, we still have half a jar left, we have to eat it."

In one sentence, the male educated youths instantly became bitter.

Miao Shiwen couldn't help but laugh: "It's not like I'm forcing you to eat it, we're already trying ways to make it easier to eat."

Aren't you forced to eat it?

That’s OK!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Mingzheng listened to everyone's jokes and felt the strong atmosphere of life here, feeling a little nostalgic and melancholy.

Let’s talk about it, before we know it, it’s already dark. Everyone has been working all day. They all reluctantly say hello to Lu Mingzheng and go back to rest. However, Xing Qingsheng and the others happily drag Lu Mingzheng into the house and continue the night conversation. Xie Chengzhi, who was offended, also hugged his quilt and squeezed over.

After returning to the house, Miao Shiwen closed the door, took out the food stamps given by Lu Mingzheng, and asked Zhu Xiaomin: "That's how we accept it?"

In the past, when Lu Mingzheng was here, he would just use the things sent from his home, but now that he has only been back for one day, he has been charged so many food stamps.

Zhu Xiaomin looked sideways, a little stunned.

Judging from the appearance of this paper bag, he had indeed prepared it. However, he gave himself a separate ticket at noon, so it was clear that he had opened it separately long ago.

Originally, she wanted to take it out to see who of the others needed it more, but now that she had this stack of food stamps, it was hard to take out her cloth stamps.

Otherwise, how to explain it?

Zhu Xiaomin was lost in thought when he heard Miao Shiwen ask another question. Zhu Xiaomin came back to his senses, nodded and said: "He has a job now. Since these food stamps are given to us, he should be able to save them. Just take them. We will have more money later." Just send him some of whatever you have."

"What can we have that the city doesn't have?" Miao Shiwen sighed.

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "In a few months, we will have dates to harvest, and next year and the year after, there will be other fruits. Although they are available in the city, it is always a thought."

Miao Shiwen sighed: "How much can I send?"

Zhu Xiaomin yawned and turned over, hiding her head under the quilt and going to sleep: "You can make fruits or something, so there's nothing to worry about."

Miao Shiwen laughed and said, "So you have thought about it a long time ago." He stopped talking, carefully put away the food stamps, and got into the quilt to sleep.

Zhang Qiaomei listened to the two people talking to each other, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Lu Mingzheng came back, said it was business? Shouldn't he be received at the brigade headquarters? Why did he come to the educated youth point?"

As soon as Miao Shiwen lay down, he propped up half of his body, looked at her and said, "Theoretically, he was received by the brigade headquarters, but Lu Mingzheng left from our educated youth center. Since he is back, of course he wants to get together with us."

Zhang Qiaomei was silent for a moment, glanced sideways at Zhu Xiaomin sleeping in the middle, and whispered: "I just feel that since he has left, since it is business, it should be business."

Miao Shiwen frowned: "This is Lu Mingzheng's nostalgia, remembering our friends who have lived together for many years. Why are you acting like Nie Yifei? Besides, if the brigade headquarters entertains him, he doesn't have to give so many food stamps. Twenty Three kilograms is enough to meet his one-month ration."

When Zhang Qiaomei heard that Nie Yifei was here, she hurriedly said, "I'm just surprised. I asked, but I didn't say no."

Miao Shiwen stopped talking and lay back down.

Zhang Qiaomei waited for a while and then whispered: "He has returned to the city. He came to us to talk about his work and gave us so many food stamps. He just wants us to see how well he is doing, okay?"

Originally, as an old lady who had relived her life, she did not want to argue with these young people, but this time, Zhu Xiaomin couldn't help it, and said with a sneer: "He wants to show his superiority, and also... Do we need to wait to return to the city? Among us, which family has better conditions than his? In the past few years, which year did we not have the support of his family during the New Year? Why do we need to come all the way with food stamps now? Show off to us?"

Her words were so straightforward that Zhang Qiaomei blushed instantly. Fortunately, she was in the dark. She bit her lip and said, "I...I didn't say he was showing off, I just lamented that everyone takes his or her own life."

"What you said is already obvious." Zhu Xiaomin pointed out directly.

Zhang Qiaomei bit her lip and whispered unconvinced: "You said he has good conditions and that he treats us as a family, but... But when Nie Yifei wanted him to help get a return indicator, he was reasonable. Don't pay attention to it, otherwise Nie Yifei wouldn't target him today."

She had never heard of this.

Zhu Xiaomin turned his head and looked at her: "You mean, he wanted Lu Mingzheng to get him some indicators? Lu Mingzheng didn't agree, so he falsely accused him of possessing banned books?"

Zhang Qiaomei didn't answer the last sentence, bit her lip, and said, "Isn't it true? He has a way to get indicators at home. Why not help Nie Yifei and just get some small favors like food stamps and meat stamps?"

"Help?" Zhu Xiaomin laughed angrily at her, "Zhang Qiaomei, do you think the indicator for returning to the city was printed by Lu Mingzheng and his family? Or is that thing also rationed every month? Is that the same thing as food stamps and meat stamps?"

This is like asking a person in the economy a few decades later why he can’t help him buy a house if he can treat others to a big dinner.

Zhang Qiaomei said stubbornly: "But he has his own indicators, doesn't he?"

"He himself was waiting for an opportunity. It was just family reasons that helped him seize the opportunity. If the return quota is so easy to get, why did he stay here for more than five years?" Zhu Xiaomin asked back.

Zhang Qiaomei stopped talking. After a while, she hummed softly again: "You... all just ate his food and turned towards him. Nie Yifei was not wrong."