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

During the Laba Festival, Lin Qinghe used to wake up early in the morning and cook a large pot of fragrant Laba porridge.

Although it is only slightly sweet, the Laba porridge cooked by Lin Qinghe has a different taste and is very delicious.

In previous years, Zhou’s father and Zhou’s mother didn’t come, so they just scooped up some, and it looked like one person could have two bowls at most.

But at this time, because of the lack of oil and water, the amount of food in each meal is really big. Even if the old couple is not old, but they really want to eat, compared to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old and a half-year-old children, it is not enough. Poor.

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

But this year is different. The old couple comes here to eat three meals a day, so Laba porridge is naturally free to drink.

"It snowed heavily last night, and you both slept warmly," Lin Qinghe asked while drinking Laba porridge.

Last night, the big baby and the second baby were both called by Lin Qinghe to sleep in the house. The whole family slept on a kang and slept very soundly.

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

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

Father Zhou also nodded.

Not only was the quilt warm, but the sweater that his wife had knitted for him was also very warm.

Lin Qinghe said nothing and asked them to drink more Laba porridge.

The eldest boy also asked, "Mother, will our family make bacon this year?"

"Why do you remember?" Lin Qinghe looked at him in surprise.

She didn't make bacon last year, but the year before.

"I remember." Erwa said.

Sanwa asked, "What is bacon, is it delicious?" At that time, he was still young, so he must not remember it.

"It's delicious, steamed and fried pickles, there is simply no better meat than this." Da Wa said.

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

"Why haven't you eaten it, you don't know how much you have eaten, you just didn't remember it." Lin Qinghe said.

"The grandfather must have never eaten it." Sanwa said.

Father Zhou was silent. When he was working for the landlord's house, the chef saw that he had given him a piece of bacon. The old man still remembers the taste of it. He could really swallow his tongue.

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

Then there is the worry of being said to be extravagant, so Lin Qinghe didn't give it.

"Just say what you want to eat, don't involve your grandfather." Lin Qinghe said.

"Mother, what do you do?" Sanwa couldn't be hard, and began to soften.

"I'll ask if there is any meat later. If there is, I will be able to eat bacon during the Chinese New Year. If not, I can only wait for our pork." Lin Qinghe said.

The two pigs in her family have not yet been slaughtered this year. They will be slaughtered around the middle of the twelfth lunar month, but there is still time to make bacon at that time.

After eating Laba porridge, Lin Qinghe went out by bicycle.

Zhou Qingbai wanted to follow, but Lin Qinghe didn't let it go, it wasn't a big deal, and it would be warmer to ride a bike in this weather, but it would be cold to ride.

As long as she wants to buy meat and make bacon, Mother Zhou doesn't say anything now.

Besides, she is so old, she still doesn't know what bacon tastes like.

Lin Qinghe came over to Sister Mei and told her about the loin, but this time it was a lot, so Lin Qinghe gave three food stamps from their side to Sister Mei.

One food stamp is four catties, and three are twelve catties.

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

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

Moreover, Lin Qinghe's price of meat also gave Sister Mei profit space, and Sister Mei will naturally do it.

It's not that Lin Qinghe doesn't have meat tickets, on the contrary, she has meat tickets.

But from Sister Mei, there is no need to give meat tickets. She can have no meat at Sister Mei's side, but when she needs it at home, she can buy it at another meat stall.

The thing that made her dislike was that she had to wait in line to buy a meat stall, and it was just a few taels of meat.

Therefore, Lin Qinghe generally does not go to the meat stall to buy them. These meat tickets are almost hard currency. She can change it into money whenever she goes to the city.

From Sister Mei's place, Lin Qinghe rode his bike home.

On the way, I met an old lady who went to the commune with a basket of eggs. She was definitely going to sell eggs.

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

"I'm going to change some brown sugar." The old lady glanced at her and said.

"It's a coincidence. I just bought a little brown sugar here. Maybe it's the last one from the supply and marketing agency. I'm not in a hurry if you want to exchange it with me. I can give it to you first." Lin Qinghe smiled. road.

She is used to carrying a basket when she goes out, and after taking the basket, she scoops a bag of brown sugar out.

This brown sugar bag has been opened. Lin Qinghe bought it in the city and kept it as a spare, thinking that it might be used someday.

Sure enough, this worked.

Brown sugar is naturally in Lin Qinghe's space, but Lin Qinghe brought 20 kilograms at the beginning, and now there are four or five kilograms left, and it looks like almost a kilogram when he takes it out.

However, having this pound of brown sugar is already very good. At this time, brown sugar is really a rarity.

Especially the old lady's daughter-in-law gave birth to a baby last night, so she has to eat brown sugar to make up for it

However, for a basket of eggs for this catty of brown sugar, the old lady was obviously at a loss. Lin Qinghe didn't even take the little old lady's sake, so he gave out two-thirds of the eggs, and returned the remaining one-third. This old lady.

"Auntie, is this kind of exchange fair?" Lin Qinghe asked.

"Fair and fair." The old lady was originally reluctant, but seeing that Lin Qinghe paid her back almost a pound, she nodded with a smile.

Lin Qinghe nodded and rode home.

For almost three pounds of eggs for one pound of brown sugar, Lin Qinghe is naturally not at a loss.

The consumption of eggs at home is really big now, especially since there are not many eggs left in her space, probably after this winter, it will be exhausted.

When we go to the city in the spring of next year, we have to take care of it.

If three catties of eggs were brought home, they became five catties. If Mother Zhou was here, she might ask.

But there are only Zhou Qingbai and three sons left, and they don't have any questions.

She has the final say in everything in the family, she is the master, so there is nothing to ask.

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

"You stinky boy with no conscience, your mother and I went out in the cold weather, and I didn't see you caring when I came back. You just miss your bacon, and you go to hell." Lin Qinghe said.

Sanwa is not only not angry, but also grinned, "Mother, you are talking dirty."

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