Chapter 1018 Xibao’s Birthday 9

Give it all to him? How is that possible?

The next morning, Feng Qingxue started to get busy, kneading dough, washing vegetables, and cooking and cutting dried meat.

Lu Jiang had already set out at four or five o'clock, and brought back a piece of pork belly, half a pig's head and some pork bones at noon. He used the rice and flour given to him by Feng Qingxue to exchange for the meat tickets given by the city people, and after scraping together all the information, he was able to buy two pounds of pork belly.

It's mainly to show off to my family, otherwise I wouldn't make this trip.

"That's enough. Let's add some more and make all of it into braised pork."

The staple food is rice and steamed buns, and there is a lot on the menu, after all, there are twenty-one elderly people in that group alone.

In addition to the original twelve elderly people including Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu, six elderly men and women came from Shanghai, including He Qingyin and Ouyang Mo, who was forcibly renamed Ou Mo, and three old ladies came from Huaihai City.

These three old ladies are the companions of the elderly who were sent down from Huaihai City. They are either from wealthy families or talented women with great knowledge.

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Because they had made an appointment in advance, the old people who had been sent down quickly tidied up their appearance, took the gifts they had prepared, avoided people, and slipped into the Lu family along the corner of the wall.

The rule of Wanglou Brigade is to work from sunrise to sunset and rest from sunset. As soon as it gets dark, everyone returns one after another.

"I got it. I'll go right away!" Feng Qingyun hurried out without even taking off her apron.

There weren't enough benches and chairs, so Feng Qingxue said to her sister, "Xiaoyun, go and ask your uncle to come over for dinner tonight, and borrow some benches and chairs from each household. Don't make them small, they have to be big enough for twelve people to sit on."

After lunch, Lu's father, Guan Cheng and others went out to work. Feng Qingxue also asked Lu Jiang to go with them to avoid being laughed at at home. She and the Qingyun sisters stayed at home to take care of the children while steaming buns and cooking.

Lu Jiang, Feng Qingxue, Xibao and Guan Cheng greeted them at the door. Except for He Qingyin, who was a newcomer, everyone else was familiar with them. In addition, Wen Ruyu was Feng Qingxue's teacher and Jin Ruchu was Guan Cheng's teacher, so they were not afraid to accept them.

Feng Qingxue nodded, "Got it, wash your hands and let's eat, we still have to work in the afternoon!"

Moreover, they lived quite far away from other families and lived next to Jiang He's group of orphans.

So, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue planned to set up three tables. Including their own family, wouldn’t that mean there would be three tables?

There were tables at home, one made by the Lu family, one brought back by Feng Qingxue from her mother's home, and a table and several chairs were pieced together from the good wood that was sent back.

Wang Zhengguo was away at work, so she ran back and forth several times, first borrowing eight chairs and two long benches from the elders and fellow villagers, which was enough for twelve people to sit. When it was time for lunch, she went to find Wang Zhengguo again and came back saying, "My uncle said he would come on time in the evening."

Of course, there was no one hanging around outside at this time.

Hearing Feng Qingxue calling them, an old lady suddenly exclaimed and looked at Feng Qingxue with surprise.

"It's you, girl!" she said.

Everyone was stunned, and her husband Bai Yuesheng asked, "Do you know him?"

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"I will never forget your voice, and judging by her manners, I can't be wrong. How do you think we managed to survive without food for two or three days? I took your clay inkstone that you refused to give me to the black market, but I couldn't sell it, and I couldn't exchange it for food. I thought we would starve to death. Fortunately, your girl was kind-hearted and took the clay inkstone and gave me the coarse flour."

(End of this chapter)