Grandma Zhang recalled what Zhao Hui had told her the night before: "Only what you eat is truly yours."
"That's what your Aunt Zhao said. She's so smart, you can't go wrong listening to her."
The daughter-in-law asked in surprise, "Aunt Zhao came to our house last night?"
"Uh-huh."
"Mom, why didn't you wake us up?"
"Your Aunt Zhao told me not to wake you up."
"She felt sorry for you working so hard and wanted you to rest more."
Grandma Zhang then added, "She also said she would send us supplies more often in the future."
"She'll find an opportunity to go to Guangzhou to collect our things and return them to us later."
The daughter-in-law and son looked on with surprise and delight, "Really?"
"You two!"
Grandma Zhang shook her head helplessly and casually instructed, "If you really manage to leave here and become successful in the future, you must repay them well, okay?"
"Mom, don't worry, we're not the kind of people who would turn our backs on you."
“Their existence is like a lighthouse for us; no matter how far we sail, there is always a light shining for us,” the son replied.
The daughter-in-law chimed in, "I also feel that our lives are becoming more and more promising."
Grandma Zhang smiled and said, "That's fine then."
"Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, let's cook something nice to eat."
“We used to save the malted milk powder for the kids, but today let’s splurge and each of us can have a cup.”
Upon hearing this, the daughter-in-law immediately went to make a cup of malted milk powder for everyone in the family.
The aroma of wheat immediately filled the entire room, and they felt as if they were enveloped in happiness, like a dream, a little unreal.
Today, their New Year's Eve dinner consists of chive and egg dumplings, stir-fried green peppers with cured pork, and a bowl of millet porridge for each person.
The children grabbed a dumpling in each hand and stuffed it into their mouths. Now they play with the children in the brigade, and they eat just as roughly as the children in the brigade.
However, Grandma Zhang and the others did not want the children to be unconventional, so they did not deliberately correct their behavior.
In situations like these, sticking to the mainstream is the safest approach.
On the other side, the military compound was much more lively than their place.
Early in the morning, Sang Youde set up a small table in front of his house. He first wrote his own couplets and posted them on the wall. Immediately, many people came to ask him to write couplets for them.
He accepts all comers.
"Grandpa Sang, your handwriting is much better than the ones I buy outside."
The key point is that she paid for it, while Sang Youde wrote it for everyone for free; all people needed to do was provide red paper.
Wu Xiufen felt more and more heartbroken as she thought about it. She went home and found two pieces of red paper, intending to have Sang Youde write another marriage proposal for her to put on the door.
Sang Youde was in charge of writing couplets for others, while Wen Nuan was organizing the women's federation members to cut paper-cuts for everyone.
Even the dilapidated walls were covered with brand-new red banners that read, "Happy Spring Festival."
In the past few days, people have been buying New Year's goods one after another, and the lines for buying meat and selling tofu are so long that they can't be seen.
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