Chapter 1215 Come to pick up Xi Bao 4
At this point, Father Lu added, "Hu Ping said that the land there is fertile, and the harvest in recent years has been better than ours. The grain output is high, and there is no shortage of food now."
Of course, having no shortage of food only means having no shortage of food. Whether you can have enough to eat is another matter.
The adults in Wanglou Brigade were allocated 450 kilograms of raw grain per year. Although they said to the outside world that there was no shortage of food, in the absence of supplementary food, 450 kilograms of raw grain was not enough to fill an adult.
Feng Qingxue said to Lu Jiang without hesitation: "When you have time, don't forget to buy some expensive goods and send them to Hu Ping and the others."
As for human relationships, they are give and take and last forever.
Lu Jiang nodded, but saw his father rummaging through his suitcase of clothes. "Dad, what are you looking for?"
"I received something from Comrade Hu Ping before the New Year, and I wrote him back immediately, asking him to secretly collect some wild ginseng for us. He didn't have any, so I asked the local elders and villagers if they had any. Please send them to me at the beginning of this month, and I will bring them to you."
After stewing for several hours, it was stored in a space and saved for eating meat and drinking soup the next day.
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The ginseng of this era is absolutely wild and a priceless treasure.
He found a red cloth bag and handed it to his son, then lowered his voice and said, "You said before that Xiaoxue was pregnant with twins. I think the birth of twins must have seriously damaged her vitality. Buy some ginseng to replenish her body. Xiaoxue knows better than me how to use ginseng. Hu Ping didn't have any, so he asked the villagers to collect them privately. They wanted money, a total of 300 yuan, so I sent it to him before I got on the bus."
It was when she was cooking that she was surprised to find a lot more things in the cupboard, most of which were scarce supplies.
Feng Qingxue put it into the space like a treasure. After the old people and children fell asleep, she pulled down a few ginseng roots and asked Lu Jiang to make chicken soup.
"Peanut oil! Peanuts! White flour! And bacon! Air-dried chicken!"
"We should thank him, thank you very much!" Although Feng Qingxue bought a lot of tonics in her previous life, she was short of ginseng. Because she knew that she could not buy authentic wild ginseng at all, she bought a few boxes of Korean ginseng.
Tian Ling came on time every day to wash clothes, cook, clean the room and take care of the children, but she never ate at Lu's house, even if Feng Qingxue asked her to stay. So she would go to Lu's house after breakfast in the morning, cook lunch at noon, go home to eat, then come back and cook dinner before leaving.
Father Lu smiled slightly and said, "We have to thank Comrade Hu Ping."
Feng Qingxue carried the child on her back and opened the box. Her eyes widened as she looked. "Seven taels is for ginseng, eight taels is for treasure. Dad, these two ginsengs you brought are treasures!" They are better than the ones Hu Ping got before, and are in complete condition. It can be seen that the owner has a very good skill in preparing them.
"My father-in-law brought it from his hometown. He saved it for a long time. It was also collected bit by bit by our relatives, friends and comrades who cared about us." Feng Qingxue explained to her with a smile, "We will fry the bacon at noon. Don't be reluctant to add oil."
If there was anything that Tian Ling did that made Feng Qingxue feel helpless, it was definitely when cooking. She was really reluctant to add even a drop of oil.
Now that there is a jar of oil at home, Tian Ling should be more generous, right?
Unexpectedly, Tian Ling looked at Feng Qingxue as if she was a prodigal. "There is plenty of oil in the bacon. Half of it will come out of the frying pan with a little oil. Why do we need to add more oil?"
Not only did she not add too much oil, she also scooped out most of the oil from the bacon and put it in a bowl to use for cooking next time.
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(End of this chapter)