Bai Fumei in the 70’s

After Zhou Jiazhen drank this bowl of chicken soup, his forehead slightly sweated, his stomach was warm, and he was filled with a sense of joy, as if he was snuggled in the arms of his mother when he was a child.

She wiped away her tears and whispered: "It's delicious, it tastes the same as my mother."

This hot bowl of chicken soup made Zhou Jiazhen's spirit very good, and the sorrow between her brows was swept away.

She smiled and closed the book, and took out a 0.3-jin meat ticket from her pocket and put it on the table.

"Thank you for the chicken soup. The book you sent me is so beautiful!" Zhou Jiazhen praised heartily.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "You just like it."

She watched Zhou Jiazhen leave the He family and took the chicken soup to He Songbai's room.Walking to the door of the man's room, Zhao Lanxiang knocked on the door and twisted it again, and found that the man had locked the door.

"Open the door."

Zhao Lanxiang frowned.

A muffled voice came from inside. The lazy voice seemed to come out of the quilt, with the hoarse sound of a sound sleep in the afternoon.

"Are you sleeping? Is there anything wrong?"

After all, Zhao Lanxiang was the one who shared the bed with He Songbai for more than ten years. The guilty conscience that could not be concealed in the man's hoarse words, where could he escape her ears?

He used to use rhetorical tone when he was guilty, and his speech rate was slower than normal. Moreover, now he is pulling like the Tibetan Mastiff. Where has such a calm tone.

It's quite like pretending to be sleeping.

Zhao Lanxiang said lightly: "Do not open the door yet? Sister is going to come..."

The sleeping man in the room suddenly had a severe headache in his head, and his frowned frown almost lifted a chopstick.

He climbed up at an incredible speed and limped over to open the door to this secret object.

He Songbai hurriedly dragged the woman into the house, protruding her head and patrolling the figure of the elder sister.

However...where did he find Sister He's hair, he only saw a faint smile on the woman's lips.

He Songbai closed the door, leaned one hand against the door panel to support his body, and bowed his head to the woman to cover up: "I was just sleeping."

His ears suddenly turned red at an obvious rate, and he coughed: "Have stewed chicken soup?"

Zhao Lanxiang put the chicken soup on the table, "Drink it, I think I'll leave after you drink it."

He Songbai didn't want to drink chicken soup, but in the end he couldn't embarrass the kindness of the woman. Under the entanglement, he held the enamel bowl silently and drank the chicken soup.

He drank and chewed a piece of chicken buttocks, licked it out with his tongue sticking out, and there were unseen fluctuations on his calm face.

He wiped off the oil stains on his mouth after drinking, and said calmly and arduously, "Lanxiang, this is the last time I eat your food. Maybe you didn’t care what I said. But... you remember, eating women The man with soft rice is not a good man, and you will not look for such objects in the future."

After He Songbai finished speaking, he lamely went to the cabinet and turned over a few pieces of money.

Under the woman's surprised gaze, his large, warm palms overlaid the woman's hands.The thick cocoons on his palms scratched her delicate skin.

Zhao Lanxiang frowned, watching a crumpled great unity stuffed into her hand.

Ten dollars, such a large denomination... Probably his little savings left?

He Songbai looked at Zhao Lanxiang's expression, his sword frowning, his mouth bulging fiercely and said: "Give it to you."

Zhao Lanxiang's fingers shook slightly, and the crumpled money was stuffed into his pocket.

The man said again: "Tie Zhu came when you went to the county this morning. He gave me a bag of mountain goods. I don't need it. You can eat it."

He scrambled to his waist, leaned over and reached under the table, and pulled a bag of things under Zhao Lanxiang's feet.

Zhao Lanxiang stooped and lifted it, opened it and was surprised to find it was dried red dates and fresh yam.Both of these are good things to nourish qi and nourish the body, which is suitable for He Songbai to eat.

The man's sharp eyebrows sank, as if he saw Zhao Lanxiang's thoughts, Shen said: "I don't like to eat, and you don't have to do it for me. You, eat by yourself, you know?"

He emphasized the three words of yourself.

Zhao Lanxiang nodded noddingly.

After He Songbai finished, she touched her head with the hands of the board clips and said lightly: "Go back."

The man's soft voice was almost inaudible: "The careless fool."

But Zhao Lanxiang heard it, carrying a yam red date, his face suddenly pink.

The heart is like honey.

...

Zhao Lanxiang carried this bag of heavy things, so many people eat it alone and don't know to eat the year of the monkey.She remembered her deflated wallet and hadn't gone to the black market to "replenish" her money for some time.

Zhao Lanxiang planned to take out a part of this bag of mountain goods to make some yam cakes and take them to the black market for money.So she asked the captain for a day off to go to work, and got up in the dark the next day.

The red dates are soaked in water, and the well water that has been full of night becomes round, only the color is dark red and smooth.Zhao Lanxiang patiently peeled and peeled the red dates one by one, and put them on the steamer to make them soft and muddy.Steam it well and filter it with gauze sieve, leaving a fine powder of red dates.Heat the pan, add sugar, and mix in the red dates.

The licking of the pot head is carried out without any heat, and the red date mud and sugar are blended into one body, the white sugar gradually melts, and a warm and sweet aroma gradually develops.

Select tender yam stems, steamed and soft waxy skin, add glutinous rice noodles to synthesize yam dough.The white greasy yam skin is wrapped in a piece of red date mud, and the white flower yam group turns into various shapes under the kneading of Zhao Lanxiang.

When the sky was dark, Zhao Lanxiang had steamed a basket of yam cakes.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, carefully packed the yam cake with a clean white cloth, and put it in her schoolbag.

In the dark night, the earth fell into a silent sleep.The villagers in Hezitun are still in their sweet dreams, and Zhao Lanxiang has already pushed his bicycle to the county.

She stepped on the bicycle cautiously, and when she passed the door of He Songbai's house, she suddenly stopped.

Where the flashlight shined, the man leaned his head and leaned against the wall, wondering how long he had waited here.

At the moment when he felt the light, he raised his head consciously, coughing violently, and said vaguely to Zhao Lanxiang, "Come here."

Zhao Lanxiang was a little embarrassed to go, but just clutched the schoolbag on his back.

He Songbai said lightly: "Can't eat you again, what are you afraid of?"

Zhao Lanxiang walked over, and He Songbai took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her.

"When you get to the county, just send things to this address."

Zhao Lanxiang was so surprised that he quickly hit the light in the paper on the note. I saw a line of pencil writing on it. It was ugly, but it was recognizable.

"You still know how to write!"

Zhao Lanxiang was very surprised. She thought he hadn't read the book yet. As soon as her words fell, the man gave him a stern look.

It turned out that he did not receive enlightenment education in prison.

He Songbai yawned and said, "Come on, I'm going to bed. Come back early."

Zhao Lanxiang stepped on the bicycle and fastened the torch to the front of the car and quickly disappeared into the thick night.

...

When she came to the county, according to the address written by He Songbai, she explored the past all the way.Finally she came down to a bright residential building.

Zhao Lanxiang knocked on the door, and before knocking on the first sound, he quickly got out of the person. He gave her a nervous look at her.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "Peach blossoms are exchanged for wine money."

The talent sighed with relief and beckoned: "He Hei Er, why don't you come by yourself? What did you bring?"

Zhao Lanxiang said: "He is uncomfortable and inconvenient to come. These are yam cakes, a total of fifteen pounds, you can try it."

The man took a piece and tasted it. The pastry tasted soft and glutinous at first, and the jujube mud filling with a bite of deep sand came out. The mouth was sweet and fragrant, and a layer of light yam cake was wrapped around it. The whole was sweet but not greasy.

He took Zhao Lanxiang in, weighed it with a scale, and had a little more than fifteen catties.

"How much is it?"

Zhao Lanxiang said: "If you are all done, I will give you a cheaper price, seven cents a pound and a pound of sugar tickets."

The man murmured, so expensive?

Zhao Lanxiang said: "This is made of yam red dates and white sugar. It is delicious and nutritious. It is especially suitable for children and the elderly. It is not the same as the cheap goods made of flour."

"Okay, you whisper!"

The man glared at Zhao Lanxiang a few times and quickly counted out ten cents to Zhao Lanxiang. "Go back and be careful."

Zhao Lanxiang received the money and nodded.

Thinking of this organized and disciplined line, how did He Songbai feel it?

She only gave him 14 pounds of mung bean cake last time, and he sold more than ten pieces. This time the cost of yam and red date cake is much more expensive than mung bean.Honest people are easy to lose money, and if she knew she would arrogantly call for a higher price, sell a piece of catty for others and slowly bargain.

Zhao Lanxiang touched his gray-faced face and returned quickly on a bicycle.

...

G City, Military Medical Hospital.

The man wrapped in gauze on his head was reading his letter. The nurse who took the temperature in the morning couldn't help but glance at the man, and he was in a better mood.

Seeing good things is always easier to make you feel better!

"Brother: The letter is good. The life in the country is very hard. I am afraid that the food and meat tickets this month will not last. I also hope that my brother will provide material support. In addition, after you taught Zhao Lanxiang the last time you wrote a letter, she is now kind to me. By the way, the noodles she made are really delicious. Sister: Jiang Li."

The man touched his head, and his handsome eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

The nurse said: "The company commander, you just couldn't use your brain too much after the operation. You can leave it to me to read such things. I can read it to you."

Jiang Jianjun glanced at the calendar, and read the letter again, his dark eyes crossed a trace of surprise.

He said, "Go to the duty room to see if there is any letter from me?"

The author has something to say: There is one more change at night~~~

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The male mate who lived in the background finally had the opportunity to show his face.