What kind of food can't fill your stomach? It's just a matter of whether it tastes good or not.

Thirty kilograms of white flour can last for a month, while one hundred kilograms of black flour can last for three months. If you save a little, there will be some left over. It is more popular than white flour.

However, people in positions like Cheng An have to give gifts during festivals and holidays. The best gift is top-quality white flour, which is snow-white and delicate, decent and generous. Although black flour is good, it is a bit embarrassing.

Of course Chen Ming also had to use his connections to exchange fifty kilograms of high-quality flour with Feng Qingxue.

He was in charge of the grain management office, and everyone knew that. Which leader above him would not come to him? Just like he came to Cheng An.

However, these days, brown flour and corn flour are classified as fine grains, which are not easily available to ordinary people. Rice, white flour and other more precious fine grains are only available in the last year, and are in short supply. Leaders have to rely on tickets and luck to get them. The grain management office and grain stores only have a fixed amount of stock, and what he and Cheng An can get is very limited and cannot meet the requirements of the leaders.

Not to mention the distant past, just in the past two days, several leaders have come to me and specifically asked for white flour for making dumplings for the New Year.

He and Cheng An have a good relationship. Firstly, it is the cooperation between the Grain Management Office and the Grain Station. Secondly, they often deal with the requirements of the leaders above. After a few interactions, they became familiar with each other, helped each other, and expanded their network.

These fifty kilograms of flour are enough for him to deal with his superiors in the future.

Cheng An used 100 kilograms of black flour to exchange for 30 kilograms of white flour, but Feng Qingxue only accepted 100 kilograms of corn and 100 kilograms of dried sweet potatoes from him, and also gave him 2 kilograms of shelled peanuts.

The reason is needless to say.

In his opinion, Feng Qingxue was really nice, no wonder Lu Jiang cared about her so much.

As for the origin of these fine grains, Feng Qingxue gave them all the reasons that they were all from the care of Lu Jiang's other comrades. There were comrades from all over the world, and it was impossible to check them one by one, and no one would bother to check.

People like Chen Ming and Cheng An are well aware of the rules and don't even ask a single question.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day before New Year's Eve, the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, which is the 13th day of the second lunar month in the Gregorian calendar.

At the same time, it is also Lu Tianjun and Feng Qingyun’s birthday.

Lu Tianjun was twelve years old and Feng Qingyun was five years old. They were both born on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. The difference was that ordinary people generally did not use the Gregorian calendar, and the birthdays registered on the household registration of the production team were actually based on the lunar calendar.

Due to the limitations of the times, we cannot celebrate with great fanfare, but we have to show our appreciation in some way.

Feng Qingxue had knitted a pair of gloves and a scarf for each of Lu Tianjun's brothers in advance. They were made of grey blended wool and were inconspicuous. She also knitted a woolen hat for Feng Qingyun that was sold in department stores.

Early in the morning, she drove the flatbed truck borrowed from the brigade to the Lu family.

In addition to Feng Qingyun wearing a woolen hat, there was also a flour bag and two backpacks filled with New Year's goods in the car.

When I entered the Wanglou Brigade, I met the people living here, and they all knew Feng Qingxue.

Feng Qingxue was Lu Jiang's wife-to-be. When Lu Jiang was not at home, she brought food to visit Lu's father before the New Year. Everyone said she was filial and no one blamed her. Only two middle-aged women from the Wang family who were very good at talking made a few jokes with her.

The arrival of Feng Qingxue and her sister surprised both Mr. Lu and the birthday boy Lu Tianjun, who didn't know how to celebrate their grandson's birthday.

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"Auntie Xue!" Lu Tianzhi shouted excitedly, and ran to Feng Qingxue in two steps. He tilted his face, which had become rounder and looked particularly beautiful, and smiled an unusually brightly.

Lu Tianjun is rather reserved, but he cannot hide the happiness that emanates from his heart.