Grandma Zhang recalled what Zhao Hui had said to her last night, "Only what you put into your stomach is yours."

"That's what your Aunt Zhao said. She's so smart, you can't go wrong by listening to her."

The daughter-in-law was surprised, "Aunt Zhao came to our house last night?"

"Uh-huh."

"Mom, why didn't you wake us up?"

"Your Aunt Zhao didn't let me wake you up."

"She feels sorry for you guys because you're tired from work, so she wants you to rest a little longer."

Grandma Zhang changed the subject and said, "She also said that she would send us supplies frequently in the future."

"She will find a chance to go to Yangcheng and collect our things, and will return them to us when she has the chance."

The daughter-in-law and son looked surprised, "Really?"

"You two!"

Grandma Zhang shook her head helplessly and reminded me: "If you can really get out of here and become successful in the future, you must give back to them. Do you understand?"

"Mom, don't worry, we are not the kind of ungrateful people."

"Their existence is like a lighthouse to us. No matter how far we sail, there is always a light on for us," the son replied.

The daughter-in-law agreed, "I also feel that our lives are becoming more and more promising."

Grandma Zhang smiled and said, "That's it."

"It's New Year's Eve tomorrow, let's cook something delicious."

"In the past, we always saved the malted milk for the children. Today, we'll be extravagant for once and make a cup for each of us to try."

Upon hearing this, the daughter-in-law immediately went to make a cup of malted milk for everyone in the family.

The aroma of wheat immediately filled the whole room. They seemed to be wrapped in happiness. It was like a dream, a little unreal.

Their New Year's Eve dinner that day consisted of leek and egg dumplings, stir-fried bacon with green peppers, and a bowl of millet porridge for each person.

The children grabbed a dumpling in each hand and stuffed it into their mouths. They were now playing with the children from the brigade and their eating styles were as rough as those of the children from the brigade.

However, Grandma Zhang and the others didn't want the children to be unique, so they didn't deliberately correct their children's behavior.

㱗At times like this, it is safest to be more open-minded.

On the other side, the military compound was much more lively than here.

Sang Youde placed a small table at the door of his house early in the morning. He first wrote his own couplets and posted them on the wall. This immediately attracted many people to come and ask him to write couplets for them.

He welcomes everyone who comes.

"Grandpa Sang, your handwriting is much better than the ones I bought outside."

The key point is that she spent money to buy it, but Sang Youde wrote it for everyone for free, and everyone just needed to provide red paper.

The more Wu Xiufen thought about it, the more distressed she felt. She went home and found two pieces of red paper, intending to ask Sang Youde to write her another couplet to post on the door.

Sang Youde was responsible for writing couplets for others, while Wen Nuan was responsible for organizing the people from the Women's Federation to cut paper-cuts for everyone.

A brand new red slogan, “Happy Chinese New Year”, was also posted on the dilapidated wall.

In the past few days, everyone has been buying New Year's goods one after another, and the lines buying meat and selling tofu are so long that there is no end in sight.