"Lin Shan, Yun Huaying, you two have packages, come and get them."
The whistle for work started in the afternoon, but before everyone gathered, the team leader started shouting loudly with a loudspeaker.
The villagers saw that the postman had two packages with him. One was very large and looked heavy, while the other was much smaller, only half the size of a schoolbag. Many people looked at them with envy.
"Yun Zhiqing, you received a package yesterday, a letter this morning, and another package this afternoon. Your family really cares about you." Someone said sourly.
Yun Huaying glanced at him calmly without saying anything. She walked over and asked, "Comrade, I'm Yun Huaying. Do you have a package?"
"This small one is yours."
The postman looked at the address and said, "The mailing address is Jingxian No. 1 Middle School, sender: Zhao Yatong."
"Huaying, this is sent to you by your teacher." Lin Shan was happier than her.
Yun Huaying raised the corner of her mouth slightly. She took the package, looked at the handwriting on it, confirmed that it was Teacher Zhao's handwriting, and politely thanked the postman: "Thank you, comrade."
"It's my job responsibility, as I should." The other party smiled and asked, "Who is Lin Shan?"
"Comrade, I'm Lin Shan."
Lin Shan had already walked over to the package, looked at the sender's name on it, and said with a smile, "My father mailed me some daily necessities. Thank you for bringing them all the way here. You must have worked hard."
"You're welcome," the postman said politely, and then asked everyone, "Is there anyone else wanting to mail something? If so, I'll take it all away."
"Comrade, could you please wait a moment? I want to send something back to the teacher." Yun Huaying asked him.
"Okay, go get ready. I'll wait here for you for five minutes."
"Okay, thank you." Yun Huaying turned around and ran back with the things in her arms. Her voice came from afar: "Lin Shan, your package is a bit heavy. Let Jiang Yuan help you carry it. I'll go back first."
Yun Huaying rushed back home and quickly opened the package. Teacher Zhao sent her some food, a small stack of living bills, and a letter.
The letter also mentioned that Fang Ziqiang was dismissed from his public office, and that his wife had a stroke and became mute. It then wrote that after Fang Ziqiang was released, he disappeared after handing over his work, and the Fang family didn't know where he went. In the letter, they urged her to pay more attention to safety and be more careful when going out.
"Oh, it's gone."
Yun Huaying sneered and speculated, "Either he's on his way here to seek revenge, or he's on his way to find a new way out. I hope it's the former."
He folded the letter and put it in an envelope, then casually put it into his space. He took a cloth bag from the closet and packed the purple wool he had bought yesterday. He went to the kitchen to get some dried cuttlefish and dried squid, and also packed a bundle of dried kelp. He then quickly took out a pen and paper and wrote a reply.
When Lin Shan and the others came back carrying the large package, she had already packed it up. "Lin Shan, Jiang Yuan, I'll send the mail to the teacher first."
"Go ahead and don't keep the postman waiting."
When Yun Huaying came over with something in her arms, Han Zheng was talking to the team leader. He was filling in for Grandpa this afternoon. Seeing her hurriedly carrying something, he asked, "Huaying, do you want to send something?"
"Yeah." Yun Huaying nodded. "The teacher just sent me a letter and some food. I'll send something back."
Seeing that she was willing to tell him these private matters, Han Zheng's eyes moved slightly, and there was an imperceptible smile in his eyes.
Just as the postman left with her things, Zhao Qingqing trotted over and grabbed a handful of broad beans from her pocket and gave them to her. She smiled shyly, "Yun Zhiqing, thank you for the buns you gave me at noon. I don't have much delicious food at home. These are the broad beans I fried myself. They taste only so-so..."
"I like eating broad beans, thank you." Yun Huaying accepted it politely.
Seeing that she accepted it and said she liked it, Zhao Qingqing was very happy. She grabbed another handful from her pocket and gave it to her. She asked again, "Where are Lin Zhiqing and Jiang Zhiqing?"
"Lin Shan's family sent a package in the mail. I sent it back first and will come back later." Yun Huaying put the broad beans in her pocket and chatted with her casually: "Is your mother having an IV drip?"
"I've finished the IV drip and am back home. I just got home and am lying down to rest."
Zhao Qingqing accompanied her mother to the clinic for an IV at noon. They had just returned for lunch and had the meat buns they had given her. The taste of the meat buns made her so happy that she wanted to smack them in her mouth. She mustered up the courage to ask her, "Yun Zhiqing, did you make the buns you gave my dad earlier?"
"No, it was made by Jiang Yuan. She is from the north and is good at making noodles. Mine is not as delicious as hers."
While they were talking, Jiang Yuan and her friends came over. Zhao Qingqing gave each of them a handful of broad beans and said to Jiang Yuan, "Jiang Zhiqing, could you please teach me how to make steamed buns? Your buns are so delicious. My parents and brothers love them. I want to learn how to make them for them."
"Sure, making buns is easy. I'll teach you when we're resting on a rainy day." Jiang Yuan had a good impression of her and generously agreed to teach her.
"Jiang Zhiqing, thank you."
Zhao Qingqing smiled shyly. She seldom interacted and talked with the old educated youth, but it was different for the three of them. These days, she always went close to them while working and felt very comfortable talking to them.
"Jiang Zhiqing, please teach us too. We also grow wheat in our production team, and every household has some coarse flour in stock, but we're not good at making noodles. The buns we make are hard and taste nothing like those in state-owned restaurants."
Guo Cuimei also came over to talk. At noon, the second son sent two meat buns to his parents-in-law, saying that they were made by Jiang Zhiqing. The mother-in-law broke off a bite for her. The white bun was soft and delicious, and it was stuffed with pork. It made her drool at the time, not to mention the two greedy little grandchildren at home.
"Okay, when it rains and I have some free time, Auntie will gather all the aunts, uncles, and sisters-in-law in the village, and I'll teach everyone how to make steamed buns and pancakes. Of course, if there's a happy event and they need to make all kinds of festive and beautiful flower buns, I can help make them too. The flower buns from our hometown are famous all over the country. My grandmother is a famous flower bun chef in the surrounding area. She can make all kinds of small animals and flowers. I've also learned a fair bit."
When Jiang Yuan talked about this, she became very energetic, which added a lot of radiance to her already handsome and beautiful face.
She could make flower buns, and Yun Huaying was a little surprised: "Jiang Yuan, you can also make flower buns?"
"Yes, the older generation in my hometown can make it, but everyone's skills vary. My grandma is the best. The younger generations in the family are not interested. I'm the only one who has learned it to the extent that I can." Jiang Yuan said with a smile, then asked, "Yun Huaying, how do you know about flower buns?"
"When I was a child, I went to Xiyuan City with my grandfather. His friends hosted a banquet for us at the Xiyuan Hotel. They even asked a master chef to carve a very high-quality Wenxi flower bun for my grandfather. I was about five years old at the time. The bun was taller than me. It was made entirely by hand by the master chef. It was layered with lifelike flowers and small animals, nine layers in total, and the colors were very bright and beautiful. It is a true folk noodle art."
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