Luan Feng looked at Wan Feng face to face and listened to Wan Feng talk about the local custom of making dumplings.
"As soon as the twelfth lunar month begins, almost every family starts making dumplings. Do you know what to use to pack the dumpling fillings?"
Luan Feng's family uses a small basin to make dumplings every Chinese New Year, but she has no idea what they use here.
"Do you know a large washtub?"
Of course Luan Feng knew this.
"Large-sized washtubs stick out, and those families that pack two sacks of dumplings usually have five or six basins of dumpling filling."
"How long will it take for those two people to be packed?"
"Two people making dumplings? Do you know how many people are watching them?"
"Look at the dumplings? Do I need to look at the dumplings?"
"Haha, the dumpling thieves are like rats in groups. Didn't you see that the dumpling thieves were even robbed of their pots?"
Luan Feng's eyes immediately lit up: "Stealing dumplings? This must be interesting, but why steal dumplings?"
"Eat! Stealing dumplings is a custom here. In the beginning, most people who stole dumplings did it for fun. They usually stole a hat cover, which is the most common cotton hat worn by people here. A hat cover is just a curtain. Normally, people watching the dumplings would know without blinking, and when a group of people come to steal dumplings, they usually just steal the curtain. If someone comes to your house to steal dumplings, it means that your family is popular. If your family is not well-known in this village, there won't even be people stealing dumplings. No one will come! But later on, it was not like that. Real thieves appeared. These unscrupulous people didn't steal for fun. They were real thieves. They even stole the curtain and, if they got the chance, they even carried away the sacks. People who watch the dumplings mainly look for this kind of stuff."
"Hehe, that's really interesting. Stealing can be divided into real stealing and fake stealing."
"Luckily there's no such custom in Wahou. If there was, you'd have really stolen it."
Luan Feng pinched Wan Feng and asked, "Who is the real thief?"
"You haven't finished yet! If you don't really steal me, I'll be the donkey with eight legs."
Luan Feng chuckled: "Then you are an eight-legged donkey."
"Is there anything else interesting here?"
"It seems there's nothing interesting to do anymore, except maybe yelling at the Russians on the riverbank in the summer."
"What does Hala Shao mean?"
"Maozi words, I forgot whether it means you are good or I am good."
Seeing Luan Feng close her eyes, Wan Feng whispered, "Shall we sleep in this little room tonight?"
Luan Feng blushed: "Bah! Who wants to sleep in this little room with you?"
Wan Feng's plan was actually quite good. Now that he was back at his home, which was just a small house, it was only natural for him and Luan Feng to sleep together.
Unfortunately, ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.
When the TV show was over and it was time to go to bed, his mother actually let him sleep in the big house, while she, Luan Feng and her sister slept in the small house.
Is this still my biological mother?
"Mom! This little room can only accommodate two people. There's no room for the three of you."
The meaning of Wan Feng’s words is very clear!
"Why can't you sleep? Go to sleep."
Wan Feng finally understood that his mother didn't want him to sleep with Luan Feng.
People at that time were still too feudal and were not allowed to sleep together unless they were formally married.
What is this?
Wan Feng had no choice but to go to the main house and sleep on the same kang with his father and brother.
The next day, all forty-two knew that the eldest son of the Wan family had brought home a very beautiful wife, the like of whom could not be found in this generation.
This is absolutely true without any falsehood.
This doesn't necessarily mean that Luan Feng is good-looking, it's just that the people in this area are very ordinary, and it has something to do with the climate and soil.
This area may be the most severely iodine-deficient area in the country, and Wan Feng is very clear about what people with iodine deficiency will look like.
The most common disease among people in the Yanjiang Commune area is called osteomalacia. In simple terms, the joints grow relatively thick. The disproportionate size of the joints will affect the growth of the body. Therefore, in this generation, there are many people with lame legs, arms that cannot be straightened, and hands, feet and body shapes that are disproportionate.
Many people's palms are normal but their fingers seem to have only two sections, one section shorter. This is the most common symptom. Five or six out of ten locals are like this, regardless of gender or age.
From this you can imagine what the people here are like.
More than a decade later, the country introduced iodized salt, which had a huge impact on the people in this area.
However, by then, Wan Feng's family had already returned to Hongya, and iodized salt was of no use to them.
Because coastal areas are the areas with the least iodine deficiency, and countless creatures in the sea are iodine-rich species, there is no need to add iodine.
Luan Feng is tall and well-proportioned, and she dresses a little more fashionably. Here she looks like a fairy.
Wan Feng definitely had no intention of showing off, but he couldn't just keep it all at home. Luan Feng wasn't someone who could keep it all at home.
Forty-two is a main street in the village. Even if Wan Feng's house is at the east end of the village, it is only three hundred meters to the west end. The two people walked side by side.
At that time, couples were not allowed to link arms or hold hands when going out, and they had to keep a distance of more than one foot from each other. It was very awkward.
After a while, we reached the west end and the company headquarters.
After seeing that the cooperative was open, Wan Feng and Luan Feng went into the store.
Early March is the last time people have free time in Longjiang. In ten days or so, they will start sowing wheat.
The favorite place for people with free time is the store. They can sit on the limited stools in the store or on the cement counter, light a cigarette and drink two taels of wine, and talk about the gossips of the neighbors in a loud voice or in a soft voice.
This was the situation inside the 42nd United Society when Wan Feng and Luan Feng approached it. The noises disappeared after they came in.
Wan Feng smiled and greeted those he knew, nodded to those he didn't know, and then walked to the counter.
The two of them looked around for a long time and bought a few bottles of wine, a few packs of cigarettes, canned goods, biscuits, cakes and other things. They also bought two bags of jasmine tea. What else could they buy?
Luan Feng insisted on paying for these things, and the total cost was only more than 30 yuan.
Wan Feng opened a box of cigarettes and scattered them around, then paid the bill for the drinkers and walked out of the store with Luan Feng.
It looked like I had a lot of stuff but didn't spend much money at all.
"Your company isn't even as big as ours, and there's nothing to do there."
"There's nowhere to stroll around here. If I took you to the riverside in the summer to see the Maozi, you can't even see any Maozi now."
"Then you should stay at home."
At this time of year, the ice and snow in Hongya have melted and the earth is ready to come to life, but here it is still dazzlingly white.
It will take a few more days for the thaw to begin, and once it does, the roads will be muddy for half a month. When the roads are dry, it will be time to sow wheat.
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