Hu Songlin said angrily, "You are just stepping on my sore spot. I missed you when I went back to my hometown, so I brought you a box of seafood, thinking that my sister-in-law and An An would also taste it. It seems that someone doesn't want to eat seafood anymore."

Hu Songlin lives in a coastal area and always brings some seafood back home.

But I always brought dry goods with me before, but this time I just brought a box of live goods.

There was ice in the foam box, and it hadn't melted by the time I arrived at the army.

"Hey, I heard that eating oysters is especially nutritious for men, so I brought some more oysters this time. Remember to eat more when the time comes." Hu Songlin leaned close to Gu Weicheng's ear and said.

Gu Weicheng elbowed Hu Songlin again: "Go to hell."

…

In the afternoon, the broadcasting station in the family compound began to announce the names of the family members who had received packages this time, and Li Xia was among them!

Li Xia's parents are dead, so it is impossible for Li Jiangang and Liu Chunhua to send her anything, so it must have been sent by the newspaper.

Calculating the time, it’s almost time.

Li Xia said hello to Master Zhao and went to the army gate to pick up the package.

On the way, I met Mrs. Tao, who was also there to pick up a package. Her parents would send her a package every few months, and Captain Ma's family would also send them a package, all of which were agricultural and sideline products.

"Xiao Li, are you going to pick up the package too? Is it sent by your family?" asked Mrs. Tao.

Li Xia shook her head and said, "My parents died when I was five years old, and my uncle and his family..."

At this time, Mrs. Tao also remembered that Li Xia had said that day in Nuanju that her uncle and aunt were not good to her, and she always wanted to take advantage of them.

She had finally brought her children to join the army this time, and she definitely didn't want to deal with them again.

Mrs. Tao said embarrassedly, "Yes, yes, you said it. Look at my memory. I'm really sorry, Xiao Li, for reminding you of sad things."

Li Xia knew that Sister Tao didn't mean it, so she quickly said, "It's okay, Sister-in-law. Don't I know what kind of person you are?"

"It's OK as long as you don't get angry with me." Mrs. Tao smiled and held Li Xia's hand affectionately.

"By the way, my mom will probably send me some cashmere yarn this time. The cashmere yarn in our hometown is very good. I'll give you some when the time comes, and you can use it to knit a scarf for An An. Even though the weather in Yuncheng is still hot right now, the temperature will drop quickly. In two or three months, you'll have to wear a coat."

Mrs. Tao is from the northwest, which is the hometown of cashmere.

In a few years, in the 1980s, the cashmere industry there will develop rapidly.

Cashmere yarn?

Cashmere sweaters and cashmere coats in later generations are not cheap, so Li Xia couldn't just take them for free: "Okay, I'll buy some from you when the time comes."

"What are you talking about buying or not buying?" Mrs. Tao waved her hand nonchalantly, carefully examined Li Xia's face, and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Li, what have you been applying recently? I feel that you look particularly good recently, with a rosy complexion."

"Ah." Li Xia reached out and touched her face, "Is there?"

But she didn't wipe anything.

It is said that a harmonious married life can nourish a woman. Is it because...

Li Xia's face turned red. How could she tell this to Mrs. Tao?

Fortunately, we had arrived at the destination, where a postman was waiting. On the back seat of the 28-inch bicycle was a large army green bag full of packages.

"Come one by one, don't be anxious, I'll call your name and you can take it."

"Zhao Tiefen."

"My, my, my mother sent it to me."

"Qian Pingping."

“…”

"Tao Mengju."

"Hey, I'm here." Mrs. Tao responded quickly and went forward to get the package. Her package was particularly large, but not heavy, probably because it was mostly wool.

Li Xia also just found out that Mrs. Tao's full name was "Tao Mengju".

Just then, the postman called her name: "Li Xia."

Li Xia hurried over and said, "Comrade, this is my package."

The postman took another look at the package and asked in surprise, "Is this package from the newspaper? Did you submit an article to the newspaper?"

What the postman said attracted the attention of everyone who came to pick up the package.

Li Xia immediately became the focus of the crowd, but she was not the kind of person who liked to be in the spotlight. She felt a little embarrassed for a moment and only said, "Well, I tried to submit the manuscript, but I'm not sure if it will be accepted or not."

The postman said confidently: "Comrade, your manuscript must have been accepted. Because if it had not been accepted, the newspaper would not have replied to your letter."

After that, he scratched the back of his head again and said with a red face: "It's a bit embarrassing to say this, I also really like to write articles, but I have submitted many manuscripts and they have never been accepted.

The newspaper you submitted to is the most difficult one to accept among many newspapers. I never dare to submit to this newspaper. If you can accept your manuscript, then your manuscript must be very good, comrade, you are amazing! "

The postman praised Li Xia sincerely. His face showed only admiration for Li Xia without any jealousy at all.

Li Xia felt that he was very sincere, and said with a smile: "Failure is the mother of success. If you plan to submit to a magazine or newspaper, you should study their style. Sometimes, if the manuscript is not accepted, it may not necessarily be because your writing is not good, but it may just be that the style does not match. Keep going, you will succeed one day."

With Li Xia's encouragement, the postman was full of motivation.

He has to deliver all these packages quickly and then go home to write a good article!

"Okay, thank you Comrade Li, I will continue to work hard!" When the postman left, he waved vigorously at Li Xia.

The apple-faced lesbian from the radio station was also in the crowd.

There are few parcels in the town, so the postman delivers them all to the army gate. The radio station is not far from the army.

She also heard what the postman said to Li Xia just now.

She couldn't believe it. The manuscript written by the female comrade who came to their radio station last time was actually submitted to the newspaper and was accepted!

My God, what a talented person their radio station has lost!

After thinking about it again and again, she couldn't help but walk to Li Xia and said, "Comrade Li, do you still remember me?"

The apple-faced lesbian has a round face with two patches of highland red on her cheeks, which looks festive and memorable.

Li Xia thought about it and remembered: "I remember you, you are Apple..."

She subconsciously said the nickname she had given the other person, and it was too late when she covered her mouth.

Li Xia smiled embarrassedly.