Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

Then, with the help of Tang Xiaofu and her sister, Lin Zhengjun spent three hours turning all the other sugar liquid into maltose.

50 kilograms of malt and 200 kilograms of barley, the finished product weighs about 120 kilograms in total.

After all, this was the first time that Lin Zhengjun made maltose after his rebirth, so he was a little unfamiliar with it and his production was sloppy.

This job was time-consuming and laborious. Lin Zhengjun was sweating profusely and felt a little tired, but he felt very satisfied and at ease.

Even the "clacking" sound of the bellows sounded like a beautiful piece of music.

Looking at the basket full of white maltose, Lin Sanhuai asked, "Zhengjun, when are you going to sell it?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Be safe."

Lin Sanhuai thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow, go find the branch secretary to get a letter of introduction and sell it to the supply and marketing cooperative. Even if you make less money, at least you don't have to worry about the red armbands investigating you."

"Row!"

"So, tomorrow, after you sell these maltose, you will have money and be able to pay back the wheat seeds?" Tang Xiaofu said with a smile.

"Well, when the time comes, I'll cut some fat meat to make dumplings. My dumplings are so delicious, so you must remember to come to my house to eat." Lin Zhengjun said.

"Okay, I will definitely come and see your cooking skills!" Tang Xiaofu said with a sweet smile.

After sending the little girl back to the educated youth center at the entrance of the village, Lin Zhengjun turned around and went home.

On the way, he looked up at the night sky.

This was one night after his rebirth, and he would remember the night sky of this night no matter what.

The countryside at night is noisy and quiet. The croaking of frogs and chirping of insects fills the ears, and the starry sky is vast and speechless, yet inexplicably makes people feel peaceful.

that's nice!

……

"Cuckoo!"

The next day, just as the sky was turning pale, a burst of enthusiastic crowing of roosters was heard in the yard.

"This sleep, oh, it was such a comfortable sleep!"

Lin Zhengjun was awakened by the crowing of a rooster. He stretched himself and felt his muscles tightened and he felt refreshed.

In his previous life, he was tortured by regret and suffered from severe insomnia. He needed to drink alcohol or take medicine to fall asleep. He hadn't slept so soundly and comfortably in a long time.

"Zhengjun, are you up? Go wash your face and brush your teeth, breakfast will be ready soon!"

Lin Zhengjun came to the yard, and Tang Xiaofu poked her head out from the kitchen and smiled.

She and Lin Hongying were busy preparing breakfast, while Zhang Shuqin was mending a piece of Lin Hongying's torn clothes under the eaves.

These days, the textile industry is underdeveloped.

Starting from 1954, all cotton cloth and cotton fabrics across the country were purchased according to region, in fixed quantities and with vouchers.

In 1968, the national per capita cotton cloth was 9 square feet. In 69, the situation improved and the national per capita cotton cloth quota was 16.1 square feet.

Poor families with many children have it the hardest. The cloth they buy is only enough to make clothes for their children, and the adults can only wear spun cloth - all kinds of old cloth are beaten up and spun again. The cloth is so rough that it hurts to wear.

As the saying goes, “New for three years, old for three years, and mended for another three years.” Nowadays, people are reluctant to throw away torn clothes, and most women know how to sew.

When I make money, I must buy my whole family some new and decent clothes! An idea came to Lin Zhengjun's mind.

"You got up so early!"

Lin Zhengjun walked to the water tank, scooped two buckets of cold water into the enamel basin, washed his face, squeezed some toothpaste, and brushed his teeth with a toothbrush that was almost worn out.

At present, few rural members have developed the habit of brushing their teeth.

Before, when Tang Xiaofu and several other female educated youth were brushing their teeth, the local members of the commune gathered around and watched them for a long time as if they were watching a peep show. They pointed and talked, saying that this was the bourgeois sentiment.

This is probably one of the reasons why Tang Xiaofu likes Lin Zhengjun. After all, he has studied in high school for a few years and can understand relatively modern living habits.

"Hehe, you are going to do big business selling malt sugar, so of course you have to have a good meal!" Tang Xiaofu said with a smile.

"What's for breakfast?"

Lin Zhengjun came to the kitchen. Breakfast was steamed corn bread and corn grits and wild vegetable porridge, and the dish was some pickled cucumbers.

"Hongying, don't turn off the fire!" Lin Zhengjun scooped out the water from the back pot and poured it into the aluminum kettle.

Country people are all thrifty. They use the big pot in the front to cook porridge and steamed corn bread, and the waste heat in the pot in the back is used to boil water, making full use of firewood.

"Ah? Are you still lighting the fire? The meal is ready." Lin Hongying, who was lighting the fire in front of the stove, was stunned.

"You need to eat well when you are growing up. I'll add a dish." Lin Zhengjun took out the only ten eggs left from the jar and beat them into a large bowl.

Seeing this, Zhang Shuqin looked distressed. If she were to cook so many eggs, she would definitely have to make several meals.

Lin Hongying's eyes lit up. There were ten eggs, and she could only get two. It was really a luxury.

"Son, our family relies on these eggs to exchange for salt." Zhang Shuqin couldn't help but remind him.

Selling eggs to supply and marketing cooperatives is one of the few family side jobs that members are allowed to engage in nowadays.

The family depends on the money from the eggs to buy oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, needles and thread, so raising chickens is figuratively called the "chicken butt bank" by the members.

"Don't worry, Mom. Our hard times are over. The sesame candy is ready and we can make money!" Lin Zhengjun picked up the chopsticks to beat the eggs and smiled confidently.

Tang Xiaofu wiped her hands with a towel and said with a smile, "It's time for the educated youth camp to prepare dinner. I'm going back to eat!"

Lin Zhengjun's family was short of food. If I ate more, Lin Zhengjun and his family would have to eat less.

"No! You have to eat eggs at my house!"

Lin Zhengjun grabbed Tang Xiaofu's wrist, his handsome face sank, and he said seriously: "If you dare to leave, I will be angry, don't come to me again in the future!"

In fact, Tang Xiaofu was also malnourished and her face was thin and pale, but she was naturally beautiful and had flesh growing where it should be.

"Ah? How can you be so overbearing..."

Tang Xiaofu was flattered, her pretty face blushed, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

Over the years, Tang Xiaofu often came to Lin Zhengjun to help with housework, but she had never eaten a meal at the Lin family.

When it was time for dinner, she would find an excuse to leave. Lin Sanhuai and his wife would try to keep her, but Lin Zhengjun never did.

Seeing that her silly son knew how to love his wife, Zhang Shuqin no longer stopped Lin Zhengjun from frying eggs. She smiled with satisfaction and said, "Yes, yes, Xiaofu, don't be polite. Eat eggs at home, just like your own home!"

"Thank you, auntie." Tang Xiaofu agreed.

"We're a family from now on, so why are you being so polite?" Zhang Shuqin said with a smile.

Lin Zhengjun beat the eggs, then went to the private plot outside the yard to pick a handful of green peppers and green onions, washed them, and chopped them into small pieces.

Then, he picked up the spatula and scooped a full shovel of lard into the pot.

This scene stunned Zhang Shuqin and Lin Hongying.

What kind of family dares to eat lard like this?!

The Lin family often uses a jar of lard to last them a year.

We don’t usually have stir-fried dishes at home, we basically just boil them. Occasionally we stir-fry vegetables, but we just put a little bit in to moisten the pot.

There is only half a can of lard left now, and it may not even last until the New Year.

Zhang Shuqin hurried from under the eaves to the kitchen, trying to grab the spatula from her son's hand while saying distressedly, "Son, let me do the cooking!"

Lin Zhengjun pushed her hand away and insisted, "Let me do it. My cooking is better than yours!"

If it were in the past, Zhang Shuqin would probably have scolded her son for being a prodigal. You put so much oil in it, even a belt would be delicious.

But today, she didn't know what to say. After all, her future daughter-in-law also had to eat at home, and she couldn't eat badly.

Besides, my son is making money by selling malt sugar, so why should I be so stingy?

Seeing that the lard had melted and the oil temperature was right, Lin Zhengjun poured the eggs into the pot.

The eggs quickly boiled and solidified under the action of the hot oil, and an attractive aroma filled the kitchen.

"It's delicious!"

Lin Hongying sniffed and swallowed wildly, and even Tang Xiaofu's face was full of anticipation.