Chapter 301: Martyr's Orphan 1

The day after Lu Jiang received the letter was the winter solstice.

If you don't eat dumplings during the Winter Solstice, no one will care if your ears freeze off.

The army canteen got half a pig and started working early in the morning, making dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage. Feng Qingxue also made a few white flour dumplings with her family at home.

Lu Tianjun and Guan Yu both had a slight cough, so she didn't use pork filling and instead used mutton filling.

Lamb and cabbage are the best match.

Two parts mutton fat, three parts meat, and seven parts cabbage and green onions.

She used Zhang Yuejin's back door to buy a piece of fat mutton with the meat coupons. When chopping the stuffing, she quietly took out a piece of half fat and half lean mutton from the space and mixed it in. She also mixed a little flour from the space into the white flour. Anyway, no one else could tell the difference.

Ever since Zhang Yuejin and Wang Jiao got married, Feng Qingxue's shopping became much more convenient. She had tickets in her hand, some sent by Huo Beiting and some sent by Lu Jiang with letters. Whenever Zhang Yuejin slaughtered pigs and sheep, she would tell Zhang Yuejin what kind of meat she wanted to buy and he would reserve some for her in advance. If she wanted to buy other non-staple foods, Zhang Yuejin would also help her bring them back to Wanglou Brigade.

Feng Qingxue waited for Lu Tianjun to boil the pot, then put a large pot of dumplings in it, scooped them out with a colander and put them in a basin, then put the basin and dumplings into a food box with a lid, and called Guan Cheng, "Acheng, take it to Jianghe and the others, go quickly and come back quickly."

"Okay, Aunt Xue!" Guan Cheng rubbed his eyes and ran out with the lunch box.

Jiang He and his family's house is close to the cowshed, just to the west of the cowshed. Naturally, it is farther away from other families in the production team than the Lu family. Feng Qingxue had taken great pains to choose that residential land in the first place so that they would not be easily discovered.

It was freezing cold, and I didn't meet anyone on the way to Guancheng.

Seeing a big bowl of steaming dumplings being taken out of the food box, Jiang He and Zhang Erya's eyes immediately turned red, while the younger children cheered and looked at the plump white dumplings with their mouths watering.

"Dumplings, dumplings! Big sister, white flour dumplings!" Pang Ya was the youngest and kept pulling at Zhang Erya's clothes.

Guan Cheng smiled and said, "Jiang He, Er Ya, quickly put the dumplings into the bowls. I have to take the basin back."

"Okay!"

Jiang He and Zhang Erya agreed and quickly put the dumplings into coarse porcelain bowls.

The coarse porcelain bowls and bamboo chopsticks in the house were all bought and sent by Feng Qingxue.

Guan Cheng returned home carrying an empty food box. The second pot of dumplings had just come out of the pot, emitting white hot steam.

Father Lu sat at the head of the table, Feng Qingxue was distributing chopsticks, and Lu Tianjun brought the last bowl of dumplings to the table while calling Guan Cheng, "Come here quickly, Ah Cheng, eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Guan Cheng responded and sat down in his seat.

Nothing tastes better than dumplings. Everyone was busy eating. There was no other sound on the table except the sound of chewing.

Children have small stomachs, so Lu Tianzhi, Guan Yu, and Feng Qingyun were full quickly. They left the table holding hands and went out to play, leaving Lu's father, Feng Qingxue, Guan Cheng, and Lu Tianjun to continue chewing slowly.

When there was still one dumpling left in Feng Qingxue's bowl, three children came in with a man in his fifties.

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

"Sister, someone is looking for you!"

Feng Qingxue looked up at the door, but didn't recognize the other person. However, she still put down the bowl and stood up. "Excuse me, who is this comrade?"

The old man was dressed like a typical farmer, wearing a patched black cotton jacket, black cotton trousers, his trouser legs rolled up, a pair of straw sandals on his feet, a pipe on his waist, a bundle on his back, and his bronze face covered with wrinkles.

(End of this chapter)