The above are side dishes, and there are also staple foods in the bamboo basket.

The staple food consists of a small bag of white flour, a small bag of white rice, a small bag of black flour, a large bag of corn flour, a large bag of fine wheat bran and a large bag of corn grits. The large bag weighs about ten pounds, and the small bag weighs about four or five pounds.

Although the total amount of food is about 30 to 50 kilograms, the variety is dizzying.

Lu Jiang saw the types and quantities of supplies clearly, and was glad that he had covered for his wife in advance. In fact, he was extremely curious.

Smoked meat is a specialty of Sichuan and Guizhou, air-dried meat is obviously from the Northeast, and ham and sausage are specialties of the Southeast. These supplies cover almost all over the world.

The things Feng Qingxue had sent him before were almost the same as these.

Lu Jiang's chest was filled with curiosity that was about to overflow.

However, he knew that this was his wife's secret and had no intention of digging deeper into the matter.

If she wants to tell me something, she will never hide it from me. If she doesn't want to say it, then I shouldn't make things difficult for her.

After quickly sorting most of the things into different categories and putting them into the cupboard, Lu Jiang called Lu Tianjun and asked him and Guan Cheng to soak the mutton in well water. He then washed the pork fat and drained the water. Then the three uncles and nephews worked together to cook dinner and served it on the table.

As soon as Father Lu sat at the table, he noticed something was wrong with his son. "Ah Jiang, what good thing happened?"

Look how happy he is! Although he usually cares about Feng Qingxue, he never treats her like a porcelain doll like he does now. He wishes he could hold the bowl and spoon and feed the rice in the bowl to Feng Qingxue's mouth.

Lu Jiang now only had Feng Qingxue in his eyes and heart. He didn't hear what his father said at all. Feng Qingxue pushed him gently and said, "Don't smile like an idiot. Dad is talking to you!"

"Ah? Ah?" Lu Jiang came back to his senses and turned to his father in confusion, "Dad, you called me?"

"Yes, I'm calling you, do you hear me now?" Father Lu was helpless. How could he not know that his son would be so stupid one day? He was almost as stupid as Sha Liu from their production team.

Father Lu accidentally revealed his thoughts, causing his grandchildren to cover their mouths and laugh.

They all knew about Sha Liu's situation. Sha Liu was the son of Sang Dahu, the captain of the second production team of Wanglou Brigade. He was fifteen years old this year. He was born a fool and had some problems with his legs and feet. He often wandered around the production brigade. Because he was the sixth among his brothers and sisters, his nickname was Liuzi, and everyone in Wanglou Brigade called him Sha Liu.

Lu Jiang joined the army when he was young, so he didn't know much about the young people in Wanglou Brigade, but he knew that Sha Liu was definitely not a smart person. He said dissatisfiedly: "Dad, how can you say that about your son?"

"Yes!" Father Lu was very straightforward.

Feng Qingxue smiled.

Usually, the Lu Jiang she saw was handsome and strong, mature and steady, decisive and straightforward in his actions. He was a man of integrity and very considerate, making her feel so warm and safe.

What about him now? He is silly but kind of cute.

Lu Jiang exhaled, his mind finally calmed down, and he spoke directly to his father, "Dad, the day after tomorrow is the last acupuncture and massage, and then I have to go back to the army. After I leave, ask Tianjun and Acheng to help Qingxue with more housework after school. It's best not to let Qingxue work. If you really can't avoid it, ask your uncle to arrange some light work for her."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

As smart as Father Lu was, he immediately guessed something and nodded with great joy, "I know, don't worry!"