"Hey! I thought it was something else. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Let me think about it."

"Hold the spring breeze of the Four Modernizations to create great achievements;

Encourage the nine states to embark on their journey."

“The spring weather is good for the working class;

Frugal families are more happy. "

After all, he had been a leader for many years. After a moment of hesitation, Xiao Qingyang picked up his pen and wrote two more pairs of Spring Festival couplets.

"Thank you, Uncle Xiao."

"Thank you, Brother Xiao."

Each of them took a copy and felt as if they had found a treasure. As soon as the ink dried, they said goodbye.

"Okay, okay, I know you're in a hurry to go back and put up Spring Festival couplets, so I won't keep you drinking.

I'll keep these two bottles of Xifeng wine for you. When you have time, come over and we'll drink together."

Xiao Qingyang and Yang Baiyi saw them out the door.

"It's cold outside, Uncle Xiao, go back quickly."

The two men took the Spring Festival couplets back to the brigade headquarters and instructed Xue Gui to arrange for the militia to post them.

Accountant Xu and Xue Gui followed the militia, reading aloud every time a picture was posted, and reading aloud every time a picture was posted.

"Team leader, old Party branch secretary, who was the master who wrote these couplets? The quality is much better than in previous years!"

Xue Gui tasted it carefully and found it tasted better and better.

"The writing in previous years was also good, but this year's is just a little bit better."

Thinking that in previous years the team leader and Accountant Xu took turns writing the work, Xue Gui hurried to make up for it.

"Alright! No need to save face for us. If we are not as good as others, then we are not as good as them. We still have this self-awareness."

Chen Baiwang and Accountant Xu rolled their eyes at Xue Gui. Giving them this little bit of face was more embarrassing than scolding them.

"These are the Spring Festival couplets written for us by Doctor Yang's grandfather. You can tell he's a learned man. We, who only studied in a private school for two years, can't compare to him."

Chen Dahe said as a matter of course.

"Old Party Secretary, I know that the one about the prosperous livestock should be put up in the cowshed, but where should we put up the other two? If there's no place to put them, just put them up in our house."

Seeing that there were still three couplets left, Xue Gui started to have some ideas.

"What the hell are you thinking? Uncle Dahe and I shamelessly asked for this. We even put it in your house. How can you be so shameless?"

Chen Baiwang quickly held the Spring Festival couplets in his arms, fearing that Xue Gui would snatch them away.

"You're so stingy! You have such a good relationship with Doctor Yang, can't you just ask him to write a few more? You don't even consider Accountant Xu and me.

We've worked together for many years, don't we have any revolutionary camaraderie?"

Xue Gui is not a fool. When he was fighting for his own interests, he did not forget to add weight and bring Accountant Xu with him.

"Do you think writing Spring Festival couplets is that easy? Look at these words, they are better than those posted on the gates of the commune.

They've written so much, we don't have the nerve to ask for more, we want you to go on your own."

Anyway, they already have it, so if they were asked to go and ask for Spring Festival couplets with a shameless face, Chen Baiwang and Chen Dahe would never go.

No matter how good the relationship is, you can't use it all at once, otherwise it will be difficult to speak up next time!

"It's faded, the feelings have faded."

Xue Gui took the last pair of Spring Festival couplets and went to the cowshed with the militia.

"I have to say, this handwriting is really beautiful!"

If it weren't for the words "prosperity of livestock" and "accumulation of fertilizer", Xue Gui would have wanted to stick this couplet on his door.

"Accountant Xu, today is the 29th. Lock the door and go home early. You can go back to work after the 5th day of the new year."

Chen Baiwang and Chen Dahe looked at the door with Spring Festival couplets pasted on it and nodded with satisfaction.

Now they want to go home early and seal their own doorsteps as well.

On New Year's Eve, Yang Baiyi deliberately went out for the whole morning and returned home at noon with a package.

After lunch, Yang Baiyi opened the package and took out the ice pack, which was full of seafood.

That’s right, Yang Baiyi is going to make a seafood dinner for everyone in the evening.

Mu Xue circled around Yang Baiyi a few times, and Xiao Qingyang seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Lin Wanru and Yang Xiaoxiao came over and asked curiously what this and that were.

"Is this silly girl too trusting of her grandson, or has she been heartless since she was a child? Don't you suspect where this abnormal thing came from?"

Xiao Qingyang and Mu Xue looked at each other helplessly, and finally Xiao Qingyang spoke.

"Bai Yi, there are some things that Grandpa would feel uneasy if he didn't ask. Where did these seafood come from? The supply and marketing cooperatives and food stations don't have these, right?"

Xiao Qingyang tried to be as tactful as possible in his words, but he was still worried about Yang Baiyi's safety.

Transportation is very inconvenient nowadays, and only state-owned units have transport fleets.

The nearest coastline, Dalian, is more than a thousand miles away, so the cost of transportation can be imagined.

Such a large bag of seafood would probably be sold at a sky-high price, and it is impossible to get these things on the small black market.

"Grandpa, you're right, the supply and marketing cooperative doesn't have this thing. I asked a friend to get it from Tsarist Russia.

Vegetables and grains were very expensive in Tsarist Russia, but meat and seafood were particularly cheap.

Don't worry, my friend only makes food and daily necessities. He has connections there, so it's safe."

This place is close to Tsarist Russia, and this was the reason Yang Baiyi used when he bought the clothes last time.

"Okay, you're a capable kid, and you have your own plans for success, so I won't say much about you.

But no matter what you do, you must first ensure your own safety and not let your appetite ruin you."

Xiao Qingyang is a military-to-civilian cadre and is not a person who follows rules and regulations.

If he had not been too radical and focused solely on developing the economy, he would not have been among the first batch of cadres to be transferred down to the countryside.

"Thank you for your concern, Grandpa. I will pay attention to it."

Grandpa didn't ask him to put national policies first, but was first worried about his own safety, which made Yang Baiyi very warm.

In the evening, Yang Baiyi showed off his skills in the kitchen, cooking all kinds of seafood in various ways, including steaming, braising, blanching, peppering, and pickling.

The only dish the others participated in was making some shrimp-filled dumplings.

For the first New Year's Eve dinner after Yang Baiyi came into this world, he prepared a seafood feast for his family.

"A state banquet is nothing more than this!"

Xiao Qingyang looked at the two tables placed side by side, which were filled with various seafood, and couldn't help but sigh.

He was not talking nonsense, Xiao Qingyang really attended the state banquet.

The first time was when the country was founded, and the second time was during the awarding ceremony.

"There are six of us in total, big and small, and we have two tables of seafood. This year's New Year's Eve dinner is really sumptuous."

Mu Xue secretly pinched Xiao Fuxing next to her. If her son hadn't been grimacing in pain, Mu Xue wouldn't have dared to believe that all this was true.

For the past five years, my family has been in prison and has not seen a piece of meat during the Chinese New Year.

The food, clothing and other expenses of the eldest grandson's family have long exceeded those when they were in power in Suzhou.

"Grandpa, please raise a glass."

It was still bulk Moutai, and the bottles and cartons were still lying in the space.

"Okay, then I'll say a few words first."

Xiao Qingyang picked up the wine glass in front of him, glanced at the few people, and spoke slowly.