60s Military Life: Fleeing Famine and Marrying a Cavalry Officer

A charming military wife travels back to the 1960s, escaping famine across five provinces before finally reaching the cavalry regiment at the foot of the Qilian Mountains, where she begins her life...

Chapter 68 Pulling a Cart and Making Steamed Buns

Lu Fangfang stood at the entrance of the family compound for a while, but still didn't see Lao Xu.

She simply followed the path to the riverbank.

She turned her head and looked at the wasteland, which was filled with smoke. Curious, she walked over.

"Shufen, what are you doing?"

Thick smoke filled the air, and Lu Fangfang covered her nose, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'll burn some hay so it'll be easier to clear the land later."

Wang Shufen, her face blackened by smoke, held a shovel. "Girl, how's your clay-finding going?"

"That's good, Sister Shufen, but you have to be careful of the fire."

Lu Fangfang couldn't stand it; the smoke was too pungent.

Before leaving, she glanced around and noticed that Wang Shufen had dug a firebreak in the field, which put her mind at ease before she left.

After crossing the stream, Lu Fangfang walked east for a while and finally saw Xu Huayun.

At this moment, Old Xu was covered in sweat, his whole body was soaked.

Lu Fangfang took out a rope she had brought from home, tied it to the front of the car, and then pulled hard.

Xu Huayun, panting heavily, hurriedly said, "Comrade Lu... I can push it myself, I don't need your help."

"Old Xu, don't force yourself. Don't worry, there are no ranch people here."

Xu Huayun opened her mouth, then fell silent again.

With Lu Fangfang pulling the cart ahead, it went much faster and soon arrived at the family compound.

The cart is small enough to be pulled into the yard.

Lu Fangfang opened the courtyard gate and dumped the soil from the truck onto one side of the yard.

She picked up the large tea mug and handed it to Xu Huayun, who was covered in sweat, saying, "Comrade Xu, you've worked hard. Have some water."

"Thanks."

Xu Huayun was already thirsty, so she didn't stand on ceremony.

He took the teacup and gulped it down.

The water in the teacup was still warm, and after he drank it, he sweated even more on his forehead.

Seeing him like this, Lu Fangfang joked, "Comrade Xu, you look tall and strong, but you're not very strong. You'll have to exercise more in the future."

Xu Huayun wiped away her sweat, her face slightly flushed.

He glanced at Lu Fangfang and couldn't help but say, "Comrade Lu, you look so thin, but you're quite strong. I need to learn from you."

"Forehead……"

Hearing this, Lu Fangfang didn't know how to respond.

Looking down at herself, she muttered to herself that once she raised chickens and quails, she would eat eggs every day and fatten herself up.

As the two were talking, the sound of a carriage came from outside.

When Lu Fangfang went outside, she saw that Uncle Guo had arrived again in his horse-drawn carriage.

"Whoa~"

Uncle Guo pulled on the reins and jumped off the carriage.

He turned around and carried down a wooden mold, then took down two large sacks.

"Comrade Xiao Lu, I've brought you the mold for making adobe bricks, and some wheat straw as well. You can mix it into the soil before making the bricks, and they'll be sturdier that way."

"Uncle Guo, you really solved my big problem."

Lu Fangfang was overjoyed.

She untied the sack and looked inside; it was full of broken wheat straw. This straw had been crushed by a millstone, and the wheat grains had fallen off. It was perfect for mixing with mud.

After unloading the clay from the truck, she quickly pulled Uncle Guo into the yard and handed him a teacup of sugar water.

She hadn't forgotten the big blue horse outside either.

Lu Fangfang picked some cabbage leaves, took them, and fed them to the big blue horse.

She dumped the straw from the sacks into the yard, and then put the two sacks back onto the carriage.

In those days, even a burlap sack was a rare commodity.

After Uncle Guo and Old Xu finished their sugar water and rested for a while, they were about to continue pulling clay.

Lu Fangfang wanted to go along, but Uncle Guo persuaded her not to.

Old Xu might be being watched by someone, so I can't help him with his work anymore.

After the two left, Lu Fangfang thought for a moment and decided to steam some buns so that the two could take them with them when they left.

She couldn't afford to give away plain white flour, but multigrain steamed buns would do.

She mixed half wheat flour, half corn flour, and yeast with some warm water.

After kneading it into dough, she placed it next to the coal stove to ferment, and then went outside into the yard.

While the dough was fermenting, she took a shovel and piled the freshly poured clay into a small mound, then dug a hole in the middle.

Turning around and returning home, Lu Fangfang picked up a carrying pole, took two tin buckets, and went to fetch water.

The well in the family compound is located between the east and west courtyards.

On the way, she ran into Yang Yufeng.

This guy is pushing a bicycle and learning how to ride it, with several women around him.

Lu Fangfang recognized the bicycle as the one Zhu Haiming had just bought. It seemed that even the daughter of a capitalist couldn't resist Yang Yufeng's shamelessness.

"Oh my god, Sister Xiuhong, don't... don't let go, please don't let go."

Yang Yufeng pedaled her bicycle, wobbling precariously. If it weren't for the several women supporting her, she would have definitely fallen.

"Yu Feng, hurry up and let me try too. I haven't ridden it more than a few times all morning."

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Lu Fangfang couldn't help but take a few more glances before carrying the water away.

She felt a little envious; it was so inconvenient not having a bicycle. She thought that once she earned money, she would buy one too.

Carrying the water back to the mound, she poured it all into the pit in the middle.

She fetched two more buckets from the well and let the soil slowly dry. She went inside to check on the dough.

It was warm by the coal stove, and after only half an hour, the dough in the basin had puffed up.

Lu Fangfang kneaded the dough and started making steamed buns on the cutting board.

Just as she was putting it in the pot to steam, Uncle Guo arrived again in his horse-drawn carriage.

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