Bai Fumei in the 70’s

After Zhou Jiazhen drank the bowl of chicken soup, his forehead slightly sweated, his stomach was warm, and he was filled with a sense of pleasure, 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's the same taste as my mom made."

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

She closed the book with a smile, 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 really 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 hoarse words of the man, where could he escape her ear?

He used to use rhetorical tone when he was guilty, and his speech rate was slower than normal, and 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, leaning one hand against the door panel to support his body, bowing his head to the woman and concealing her strength: "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 did not want to drink chicken soup, but in the end he couldn't embarrass the kindness of the woman. Under the entanglement, he took the enamel bowl silently and drank the chicken soup.

He drank and chewed a chicken butt, licked it with his tongue sticking out, and there was an unseen fluctuation on his calm face.

After drinking, he wiped the grease on his mouth and said calmly and hardly: "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 wide, 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 being 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: "Just give it to you."

Zhao Lanxiang's fingers shook slightly, and he put this crumpled money 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 up, opened it and was surprised to find that it was dried red dates and fresh yam. Both of these are good things to nourish qi and nourish the body, and are suitable for He Songbai to eat.

The man's sharp eyebrows sink, as if seeing 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, know?"

He emphasized the three words of yourself.

Zhao Lanxiang nodded noddingly.

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

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

However, Zhao Lanxiang heard, carrying the yam red dates, his face suddenly pink.

The heart is like honey.

...

Zhao Lanxiang carried this bag of heavy things, so many people eat it alone do not 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 part of this bag of mountain goods to make some yam cake and take it to the black market for money. So she asked the captain for one day's leave not to go to work, and got up with the greed 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 a 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 stalks, 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, and is finally steamed in a basket.

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 pushed the bicycle to the county.

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

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, but just clutched the schoolbag on her 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 lamp in the paper on the note, and saw a line of pencil writing on it, which 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 flashlight 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 flowers are picked again for wine money."

The talent sighed with relief and beckoned: "He Hei Er, 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 juicy mud filling with a bit of deep sand sticking out 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 brought 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 dollars for Zhao Lanxiang. "Go back and be careful."

Zhao Lanxiang collected the money and nodded.

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

She gave him only 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 can be much more expensive than mung bean. Honest people are easy to lose money. I knew she would arrogantly call for a higher price and sell a piece of catty for others to slowly bargain.

Zhao Lanxiang touched his gray 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 easy to make you feel better!

"Brother: The letter is good. The life in the country is very hard. I am afraid that the food stamps 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 his eyes with 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 night ~~~

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The male mate who lives in the side, finally has the opportunity to show his face.