Chapter 1812: Celebrating the Festival Alone 2

Lu Erxiong stuffed the last piece of fat residue into his mouth and jumped up, "Third Grandpa, where did the pork come from?"

Wang Cuilan and Zhou Zhou also curiously poked their heads out of the kitchen and looked at the pork belly in Cheng Baoguo's hand. It was fat and lean, very tempting, and it seemed to weigh several pounds more than the one they had gotten.

"Where did it come from?" Wang Cuilan asked.

Cheng Baoguo handed the meat to Wang Cuilan, asking her to freeze it in the ice and snow and cook it another day. He avoided the children and whispered, "Some people are willing to eat it, while others are reluctant to eat it. Those who are reluctant to eat it have nowhere to sell it, so they quietly come to me and ask if I want it. Of course I want it. There are so many people in our family, how can we celebrate the New Year without more meat? There are more than 20 people in this family, and two-thirds of them are children under the age of twelve. They are really fertile. Their work points are not enough to cover their expenses every year, so I bought eight pounds of pork belly from them at the price of two yuan per pound."

Wang Cuilan smiled happily, "I can have a prosperous new year this year!"

Zhao Anbang had 24 kilograms of meat coupons from them, including 12 kilograms for Guan Yu and his wife. Adding these 8 kilograms, it was a total of more than 40 kilograms, the weight of half a pig, not to mention the pig offal brought by Lu Tianzhi and the monthly pork supply for him and Guan Yu.

The more Wang Cuilan calculated, the more excited she became. She had never felt that she had so much meat as she did this year.

Lu Erxiong couldn't break free, and with a bitter face he stretched out his arms to Cheng Baoguo and his wife.

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"Then let's make dumplings. The ones with pure white flour and pure meat filling are the best!" Although he had a big meat meal for lunch, Lu Erxiong still felt very greedy and his saliva was almost flowing out!

Going back home was a wise decision. If they were still in the army, Mr. and Mrs. Lu Jiang and their children would only have so much supplies every month and they would never be able to get dozens of kilograms of meat for the New Year.

Wang Cuilan held her belly and laughed, "You've been resting on the train for many days, go and learn from your brother!"

Xi Bao dragged him away, "Dun Dun and Zhuang Zhuang both know how to read, but you just play all day. Let's go!"

Lu Erxiong is a person who cannot be spoiled. The more he is spoiled, the more he wants to go to heaven.

Cheng Baoguo and Wang Cuilan burst out laughing, "You are the only one who has sharp ears. You heard it wrong. I didn't plan to make dumplings!"

"Third Grandpa, Third Grandma, please save me! I finally don't have to go to school, let me have a good rest for a few days. I'm ready to listen to Grandpa Zhou and go to school well!"

Lu Erxiong lay by the door and laughed, "I heard it, big meat bun!"

Zhou Zhou whispered, "Why not chop the stuffing and make dumplings and freeze them? Whenever the children are hungry, give them a few bowls of this stuff, or make some buns and ask them to eat two every morning. They have been living a good life with their uncle and aunt since they were young, and have never suffered any hardship. Now they are suddenly brought to our hometown in the countryside, and they have to eat simple meals every day. They are really unbearable."

Other children are very self-conscious, but he is the only one who needs everyone's supervision, and has always been like this.

The next morning, Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu both ended their leave and returned to work. The Lu family seemed a little deserted in an instant. Actually, it wasn't, because Lu Erxiong alone was enough to make the place lively, but that was the feeling it gave people.

Wang Cuilan and Zhou Zhou were making dumplings at home, with Xibao, Ye Yan and Fubao helping out. They filled a curtain with dumplings and took them to the yard to freeze.

As the Spring Festival approaches, the weather gets colder. Water dripping from the eaves turns into ice, and rows of icicles are sparkling. Lu Erxiong wishes he could climb up and break off a few of them to use as weapons.

Just at this moment, there was a sound of gongs outside.

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