Not to mention how much Li Xiangdong's words impacted his father's thinking and how much trouble they caused for someone like Gai Fengniang who didn't care about public affairs.
Li Xiangdong suddenly remembered that his maternal grandmother should have written from western Sichuan long ago in his previous life, so why hadn't his mother mentioned it in this life?
The father and son spent another half a day walking around the wheat field, confirming the maturity of the wheat in each plot. Then, Li Jin called Wang Zhenbo, the brigade accountant, and Li Tang and Liu Changhai, the two production team leaders, to go to the brigade headquarters for a meeting.
It was around 5 p.m. when Li Xiangdong remembered that Uncle Yan had told him to go to his house early the next day. He quickly went home and rummaged through his belongings to find a clean set of clothes without patches.
Looking at his dirty cloth shoes, the soles of which were almost worn out, Li Xiangdong secretly made up his mind that once he sold his precious shoes, he would definitely go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a new pair of cloth shoes with layered soles.
Li Xiangdong is quite an oddball. When he was young, his family was poor and he could only wear cloth shoes made by his own family. When he became rich, he could choose from all kinds of genuine leather sandals, single leather shoes, and cotton leather shoes, but he still felt that cloth shoes were the most comfortable.
There is a water vat in the yard, full of water. When the sun heats it up, you can take a bath or wash clothes.
Li Xiangdong first took advantage of the fact that no one was home, stripped naked and took a good bath, and then secretly took out his mother's precious soap to wash his clothes and shoes clean.
After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Li Xiangdong smelled himself and thought he smelled nice. Looking at his lean and fit body, he thought he was a really sunny and handsome young man.
After admiring himself, Li Xiangdong quickly tidied up his basket. He first laid a layer of soft goosegrass at the bottom of the basket, then cut off a pound of meat he had bought for his third sister and put it on top. He then added another thick layer of soft goosegrass, put in the lingzhi and he shou wu, and finally placed clean reed shoots on top.
After packing his things for tomorrow, Li Xiangdong weighed the remaining meat in his hand. Thinking about his grandmother's outburst at noon, he decided to cook something nice for his mother and siblings tonight to comfort them.
Li Xiangdong opened the rice basket in the main room and saw that a thin layer of millet barely covered the bottom of the basket. He then opened the wooden lid of the flour vat and found that there was still a lot of sorghum flour, about half a vat.
Li Xiangdong breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his family was going to run out of food!
However, this sorghum flour is different from wheat flour. Not only does it have a coarser texture, but it also has a reddish color. The sorghum flour pancakes that he struggled to swallow every day were made from this flour.
I don't have time to buy wheat flour now, but I'll definitely have to find some time in a couple of days to buy some refined wheat flour and rice.
Li Xiangdong took out a porcelain basin for kneading dough, scooped out two bowls of sorghum flour using a special bowl for scooping out dry flour, and started kneading the dough with cold water.
Throughout his more than seventy years of life, including his previous life, Li Xiangdong has rarely cooked.
It looks simple to others to knead dough, but when it comes to him, he either adds too much water or too much flour. A little while later, he added a ladle of sorghum flour, and the dough still didn't take shape, sticking to his hands and the bowl.
Just as he was at a loss, he suddenly heard the door open. He peeked out and saw his mother carrying a basket of reed shoots home.
The little girl was tied to her chest with a cloth strip by her mother. Her little face was rosy from the sun, and her two little legs were twitching. She was humming something.
"Mother, please come and help me."
As soon as Zhao Sufang put down the basket, she saw her second son's hands sticking out, his hands covered in flour, and his face and body were also covered in white flour.
"My ancestors, what kind of disaster are you causing!"
Zhao Sufang gasped in surprise.
"A scourge, a scourge."
The younger sister was very excited when she saw her second brother's expression. She waved her arms and tried to struggle out of her mother's arms so that her second brother could hold her.
"I originally wanted to make bread and steamed buns, but who knew kneading dough would be so difficult!" Li Xiangdong complained to his mother.
Zhao Sufang quickly put her younger sister on the kang (a heated brick bed), then scooped water to wash her hands. "Give them to me, my little darling. Tell your mother what you want to eat next time."
"I thought, even if I've never eaten pork, I've at least seen a pig run, right? But I learned by looking, not by doing. Mom, let me chop the meat, I know how to do that."
Li Xiangdong then took another cutting board and put the meat on it.
"Why are you eating meat? Isn't this meant to be sent to your third sister?"
Zhao Sufang felt that her family had eaten meat more often in the past few days than in the entire previous year.
"No need to deliver anymore, let's eat first, I'll buy more for my third sister later."
As Li Xiangdong replied, he ran to the yard, pulled up a scallion, peeled off the outer skin, washed it with clean water, and then chopped the white part of the scallion and the flesh together.
Zhao Sufang looked at her son, wanting to ask, "Where did you get the money to buy more meat?"
Did I secretly save money without telling my parents?
But then I thought that my son had given all the money he earned to the family, so it was only right that he kept some money for himself. So I said nothing more.
Zhao Sufang quickly kneaded the dough and then picked a handful of cowpeas.
"Head east, boil a pot of water."
While Zhao Sufang pinched off the ends and tore off the tough strings of the green beans, she instructed Li Xiangdong.
While boiling water, Li Xiangdong asked his mother, seemingly casually, "Mom, have we received any letters from western Sichuan lately?"
Zhao Sufang was taken aback, and it took her a while to realize that the Sichuan-Western region her son was referring to was her mother, who had remarried and moved there years ago.
Since my mother remarried and moved to western Sichuan, the two sides have had little contact due to the long distance. My son has never met his maternal grandmother since he was a child. Why did he suddenly ask about this today?
"No letter has arrived!"
"Didn't my second aunt receive it either?"
Li Xiangdong doesn't know who the letter was sent to in his past life, but he thinks it's more likely to have been sent to his second aunt.
Firstly, when my maternal grandmother remarried, my second aunt was already grown up, while my own mother was only five years old. Secondly, my second aunt's family had always lived in Lijiapo, while my family had stayed in Yongxing County for several years.
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