Back to the Sixties: Farm, Get Wealthy & Raise the Cubs

At the Laba Festival, Lin Qinghe got up early in the morning and cooked a large pot of fragrant Laba congee.

Although it is only slightly sweet, the taste of Laba Congee made by Lin Qinghe is different and delicious.

In the past years, Zhou and Zhou did not come over, so they just scooped up some past, and each person looked like two bowls.

But at this time, because of the lack of oil and water, the amount of food per meal is really large. Do n’t look at the young couple ’s age, but they really want to eat it. It ’s not as big as 15 or 16 years old. Poor.

So where the two bowls are enough, at most it is half full.

But this year is different. The two of them eat here three times a day, so Laba congee is naturally released.

"Last night it snowed heavily, father and mother, do you sleep well?" Lin Qinghe asked when he was drinking Laba congee.

Last night, the second baby and the second baby were all called by Lin Qinghe to sleep in the room. The family was on a kang and slept very well.

Although the big baby and the second baby are not too small, but these two brothers can come here to sleep, it is also very happy.

"Warm, the big quilt is soft and warm." Mother Zhou said with a smile.

Father Zhou also nodded.

Not only was the quilt warm, but his wife gave him a new sweater, which was also very warm.

Lin Qinghe said nothing, let them drink more Laba congee.

The baby also asked: "Mother, will our family make bacon this year?"

"How do you remember?" Lin Qinghe looked at him with surprise.

She didn't make bacon last year, she did it the year before.

"I remember." Erwa took the words.

Sanwa asked, "What is bacon? Isn't it delicious?" At that time, he was still young, and he certainly couldn't remember it.

"Delicious, steamed and fried pickles, there is no better meat than this." Dawa said.

"Mother, I haven't eaten it yet!" Sanwa immediately looked at his mother.

"You haven't eaten it before. You don't know how much you eat. You just eat it and don't remember it." Lin Qinghe said.

"That grandpa and grandpa must have never eaten it," Sanwa said.

Father Zhou was silent. When he used to work for the landlord's house, the chef saw that he had given a piece of bacon. The taste so far, the old man still remembers, really can swallow his tongue.

Mother Zhou didn't know, because Lin Qinghe didn't do much, so she didn't take it.

Then there is the fear of being said to be extravagant and wasteful, so Lin Qinghe did not give it.

"Say it if you want to eat, don't touch your grandpa and grandma." Lin Qinghe said.

"Mother, do what you do." Sanwa didn't work hard and started to come soft.

"After a while, I will ask if there is meat. If so, I can have bacon to eat during the New Year. If not, I can only wait for our pork." Lin Qinghe said.

This year, the two pigs in her family have not been killed yet. They will be slaughtered around the middle of the twelfth lunar month, but they still have time to make bacon.

After eating Laba congee, Lin Qinghe went out by bike.

Zhou Qingbai wanted to follow, and Lin Qinghe didn't give up, and it was not a big deal, and riding in this weather could be warmer.

As long as she had to buy meat to make bacon, Zhou Mu said nothing now.

Another thing is that she is so old that she still doesn't know what bacon tastes like.

When Lin Qinghe came to Mei Mei, she told her about the waist, but this time it was a lot more, so Lin Qinghe gave them three food tickets to Mei Mei.

A food stamp is four pounds, and three is twelve pounds.

"I can't guarantee you how much, but you can come here at this time tomorrow." Sister Mei said.

With such three food stamps, Sister Mei can go to work.

Moreover, Lin Qinghe gave the price of meat to Mei Mei, and Mei Mei would naturally do it.

Lin Qinghe didn't have a meat ticket in her hand, instead she had a meat ticket.

But from Sister Mei, there is no need to give a meat ticket. She can have no meat on Sister Mei's side, but when the family needs it, you can go to the meat stall to buy it.

What makes her disgust is that to go to the meat stall to queue up is not to say, just to give a few pieces of meat.

Therefore, Lin Qinghe generally does not go to the meat stalls to buy, and these meat tickets are almost hard currency. She can go to the city to exchange money for anything.

After Sister Mei came out, Lin Qinghe rode home by bike.

In the middle of the road, I also met an old lady carrying a basket of eggs and went to the commune. This is definitely going to sell eggs.

"Auntie, can't you change the eggs?" Lin Qinghe said casually.

"I'm going to change some brown sugar." The old lady gave her a glance and said.

"It's a coincidence, I just bought a little brown sugar here, maybe it's the last one on the side of the supply and marketing cooperative. Auntie, do you want to change it with me? I'm not in a hurry, I can give it to you first." Lin Qinghe Laughed.

She is used to straddling baskets when she goes out. She took the basket and scooped out a pack of brown sugar.

This brown sugar bag was opened. Lin Qinghe bought it in the city and kept it for spare. Thinking that it might be used someday?

Sure enough, this is used.

The brown sugar was naturally in Lin Qinghe's space, but Lin Qinghe had brought 20 pounds at the beginning, and now there are 4 or 5 pounds left.

However, this pound of brown sugar is already very good. At this time, brown sugar is really rare.

Especially the old lady ’s daughter-in-law had a baby last night and wanted to eat brown sugar tonic!

But for a basket of eggs for this pound of brown sugar, the old lady was obviously at a loss, and Lin Qinghe did n’t get the old lady ’s stuff, she gave two thirds of the eggs out, and the remaining third was given This old lady.

"Auntie, is it fair to exchange like this?" Lin Qinghe asked.

"Fair and fair." The old lady was still very reluctant, but after seeing Lin Qinghe pay her almost a pound, she nodded with a smile.

Lin Qinghe nodded and went home in a bicycle.

For a pound of brown sugar for almost three pounds of eggs, Lin Qinghe is naturally not losing money.

At home, the consumption of eggs is really large, especially because there are not many eggs left in her space. It is about to run out this winter.

When the next spring begins, I will go to the city, but I have to take care of it.

Take three pounds of eggs home and it will become five pounds. If Mother Zhou is there, maybe you will ask.

But Zhou Qingbai and his three sons remained, and they didn't ask.

Everything in the family is hers, and she is the one to ask.

"Mother, can you make bacon?" Sanwa was concerned about this.

"Unconscionable boy, your mother and I went out in the cold weather, and I didn't see you care when you came back, so you are thinking about your bacon, you go fart." Lin Qinghe said.

Not only was the boy Sanya not angry, he also grinned: "Mother you swear."

"Father and son are all debt collectors." Lin Qinghe patted his butt, rolled his eyes to the innocent Zhou Qingbai and went into the house to put eggs.