Chapter 1851 Decided to Stay 1

Television has a fatal attraction for children, so when Lu Tianzhi drove home, only Fubao and Feng Qingxue were left on the tractor, while the other children stayed in the brigade office waiting to watch TV.

When they heard that Feng Qingxue had bought a TV, the eyes of several old men who were playing chess in the yard lit up.

"Hey, a TV? It has pictures and people on it, which is better than a radio. Our team should be more lively." Cheng Baoguo pushed the chessboard forward. "Let's go and take a look. Maybe we can see Ah Jiang on TV."

Most of these old men and women who were sent down to the countryside had never been exposed to television. When they heard what Cheng Baoguo said, they immediately became interested.

Aunt Xu was the first to speak: "Just take a look and see what the TV in Erxiong's mouth looks like."

"Old Lu, let's go together." Wen Ruyu called Lu's father and also called Jin Ruchu.

Wang Cuilan, who was watching over the earthen stove steaming buns in the kitchen, couldn't help shaking her head and shouted towards the door, "It's time for the rolls to come out of the pot. Xiaoxue, bring the basket of buns over here. Pack your luggage later."

There are many people in the family, and we often eat together. We steamed several large pots of steamed buns and rolls. Several pots have been taken out of the pot and are hanging in wicker baskets. There are coarse flour, two-grain flour, and a pot of cornmeal steamed buns. The latest pot is white flour rolls.

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"Cornmeal is coarse and irritates the throat. It's not as delicate as pumpkin. Some of the children have picky tastes." Feng Qingxue said pertinently.

"I'll be right there." Feng Qingxue asked Lu Tianzhi and Fubao to move the luggage to her room, and then went to the kitchen to help.

Wang Cuilan nodded, changed the subject, and asked, "When do you plan to bring the children back to the capital?"

Although it is called white flour, it is actually slightly yellowish and not as white as snow.

"Wait a few days. I'm not even halfway through my two-month vacation!"

Feng Qingxue bent down to smell it, then covered the pot. "It tastes like pumpkin."

After hearing what Feng Qingxue said, Wang Cuilan hummed, "Tell me when you are leaving so I can prepare more food for you. Your third uncle and I have decided not to go to the capital with you. We will stay at home with your father and your eldest uncle."

After all the rolls were out of the pot, Wang Cuilan poured a ladle of cold water into the pot, took off the coarse cloth on the sieve, turned around and washed it, then added a few more ladles of water to the pot, spread the coarse cloth on the sieve, and put the kneaded and rested yellow steamed buns on it. "This is the last pot today. Guess what I mixed in the dough."

Wang Cuilan laughed, "You have a keen nose. I saw a lot of old pumpkins piled up at home. I cook pumpkin rice and pumpkin dishes every day, but I'm tired of eating them. So I steamed some and mixed it with noodles. I steamed a pot the other day, and the children said it was delicious, better than the ones mixed with cornmeal."

Feng Qingxue was stunned, "You're not going with us? Aunt, I want to take Dad with me!"

"Now is the time of transition from the old to the new, and everywhere is unstable. A Jiang is very busy. Your father said that he will not go to the capital for the time being. After all, his class background is there, and people cannot move around freely. There are still so many old men and women at home who have not been rehabilitated. It is better for him to stay at home and wait until the situation stabilizes and everyone has a place to stay. Then we can decide whether to go or not."

Feng Qingxue wanted to find her father-in-law to ask for clarification, but when it was dinner time, the old man and the child who went out to watch TV had not returned yet. She went over and saw the scene at the office door and almost dropped her jaw in shock.

There were crowds of people, young and old, men and women, sitting or standing, all staring at a TV on a square table.

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(End of this chapter)