Chapter 131 The Moon of Yesteryear 131
Seeing Zhao Le pout, Xie Ning touched her nose and awkwardly changed the subject, "Xiao Yang said he's making dumplings tonight, are you coming? There's also braised pork."
"How much money do you need for this? You can't even buy a meat bun with ten yuan these days."
Xie Ning, still wearing her clothes but with her head inside her sweater, said in a muffled voice, "You know I can't save money. I spend all my allowance every time I get it. Of course, I've stocked up on a lot of good stuff now."
"And now my salary has gone up too, I make four thousand a month." Why is she saving up these cryptocurrencies? They don't hold their value, she only saves gold!
Zhao Le was quite regretful. She was the kind of person who loved to save money. Now, not only had prices gone up, but her salary had also increased. But what good was the salary increase? She couldn't buy much. The worst part was that supplies were gone, and she had to rely on her salary for everything.
"Then I'll have to eat your bread!"
When we got back, we found out how much Xiao Yang had prepared. He not only made mutton dumplings and braised pork, but also stuffed tofu, lion's head meatballs, and fried cakes!
Of course, steamed buns and porridge are essential.
Zhao Le took a bite of the golden and crispy fried cake, which was filled with red bean paste. It was soft, sweet, and delicious, and she almost cried. She almost always ate in the cafeteria, and it was always the same few dishes, just enough to fill her stomach.
The young men in the guard platoon were also craving food. They followed Xie Ning around everywhere, and they were so hungry that they became pale and thin, and they couldn't even get a half-full meal.
Now that he's back, Xie Ning is naturally not holding back. Putting aside everything else, he still wants to have a good meal or two. Even if there aren't any fancy dishes, there are plenty of steamed buns!
After all, she had saved up quite a bit of rice, flour, and various beans in her cellar.
Lying on the warm kang (heated brick bed) at night, Xie Ning stopped calculating and drawing, and instead leaned against the box to read. It got dark early, and she didn't want to force herself to sleep; reading was more practical.
The north wind howled outside, and the windows rattled. Erniu lifted the curtain, letting in a gust of cool air.
"Sister Changning, why don't you try these boots on? They feel so warm to the touch."
Xie Ning slipped her feet into the sheepskin boots. They fit perfectly and were warm. She praised, "Aunt Meng's craftsmanship is excellent. The stitching is very meticulous. Have you sent them to Xiao Yang and the others?"
"They were overjoyed when they received the shoes. It was the dead of winter, and they were still wearing straw sandals. Several of their toes had frostbite. This year has been tough. The higher-ups couldn't even provide enough shoes and socks. Many soldiers didn't have any shoes to wear, and those who did had shoes that were worn out."
If Xie Ning hadn't been willing to pay for their shoes, they would have had a hard time getting through this winter.
"By the way, when we went to Aunt Meng's house today, the little one could call her 'Auntie'. She was so well-behaved, just sitting on the kang (heated brick bed) without crying or making a fuss."
That little brat, the third sister, when we gave her fried cakes, she'd only take a small bite, then give a bite to Aunt Meng and the eldest sister, and then refuse to eat the rest, saying she'd save it for tomorrow. She's so clever!
She was also very endearing, so she gave the little girl the fried cakes she had saved.
In her early years, Aunt Meng was forcibly taken as a concubine by a landlord. She was rescued after fighting the landlord and was given land and a house. She had a son who joined the army, and she herself helped the Balu Army spin yarn and make military uniforms and shoes in the rear. She also adopted five children whose parents were all soldiers. Some of them had sacrificed their lives, and some were still fighting somewhere.
Whenever Xie Ning needed to do something, she would send Erniu to find Aunt Meng and offer her sweet potatoes and millet as payment, always more. She didn't have the kindness or ability to help everyone, but Aunt Meng's son, who was her bodyguard, died in her arms at the age of seventeen.
Comrade Xiao Meng has round eyes and always says that his shoes are the thickest and softest because they were made by his mother.
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