After Tong Youyou's work points were distributed, she finally realized the benefits of earning more work points.

She was paid even less, and worked a few more days than her, but she only received 36 kilograms in total.

"Well, luckily my mom sent me some money, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to get through the winter with this little food."

The two men took the divided grain home and returned to the threshing ground with the bags.

The villagers who had received their food distribution have started queuing up at the finance department to wait for their share of the money.

As for this group of newly arrived educated youth, they had not even earned a year's basic food rations, so it was impossible for them to get any money.

"Brother Wang, we want to buy food."

"Rice is 10 cents a pound, ground flour is 13 cents, and coarse grains are 2.8 cents. How much do you want to buy?"

Song Fuyu had bought food at the supply and marketing cooperative before, and he knew the prices on the black market. The grain in the village was indeed much cheaper than that at the supply and marketing cooperative, and the key was that no tickets were required.

"Can I buy as much as I want?"

"Of course not. One person can only buy 50 kilograms of fine grains and 150 kilograms of coarse grains."

"Okay, I want 40 kilograms of rice, 10 kilograms of flour, and 50 kilograms of coarse grains."

Tong Youyou bought the required amount.

"Ayuan!"

When Song Fuyu saw Gu Yuan pulling an empty homemade cart, he quickly stopped him.

"Can I borrow your car? We can take you back."

"Okay~"

Gu Yuan did not leave, but stayed by their side to help them.

While Shanhe Village was busily distributing grain and money, Yan Ziyuan, who was far away in Lu City, was preparing to go to the office of the group leader Zhao Ju to ask him about dating.

After all, Zhao Tuan has been married for more than ten years and has two children, so he must be very experienced.

Zhao Ju thought Yan Ziyuan came to report on his work, but he ended up hearing him asking what he should give a girl when dating her.

Zhao Ju couldn't hold back the tea that he had originally drunk and it spit out.

He looked at Yan Ziyuan, who was sitting on a chair opposite him and drinking tea, as if he were a monster.

"You already have a partner?"

"not yet."

"Why are you so anxious to ask these questions? You have to find a partner first."

"Don't worry, it will be available soon."

"By the way, I filed a marriage report and applied for housing a few days ago. Did you see it?"

"Nonsense! Why are you filing a marriage report when you don't even have a partner?"

He had only been back from his mission for two days and hadn't had time to handle official business, but this guy had already caused him such unnecessary trouble.

"I'm going to have a date soon. It takes some time to get the marriage report approved. Applying in advance will speed up the process."

"It turns out that you have a girl you like, but she hasn't agreed yet."

"No matter how anxious you are, you have to wait until they agree!"

"By the way, which girl are you interested in? Do I know her?"

Zhao Ju suddenly became curious. His wife had tried to introduce this guy to someone else many times before, but the guy didn't even want to look and simply pretended not to hear anything.

According to him, there were several female comrades in the art troupe who were interested in him, and one of them even gave him dumplings she had made herself.

As a result, the boy didn't even reach out to take it, and instead said, "Who are you? Get out of my way!" The female comrade was so angry that she ran away crying with her lunch box. When she returned to the unit, she scolded him for a while, saying that he had no manners at all.

"Don't ask. When she joins the army, your gift will be indispensable."

"I can file the marriage report later, but I can always divide the house first."

He could have had his own room several years ago, but because he was alone, he gave the opportunity to his comrades who already had families or had filed marriage reports.

"That's possible, but we'll have to wait for a while."

"The family housing complex is now full, and new ones are being built. It is estimated that people will be able to move in only next summer."

"No yard? With my rank and years of service, I should be able to be assigned to a yard, right?"

"You want a yard? There is one, but it's old and uninhabitable without repairing it."

The yard of their army had been built more than ten years ago.

Usually, except for the leaders above, everyone will choose the newly built family buildings.

The house is new and lively.

It is also close to the private plot, so you don’t have to walk too far to grow or pick vegetables.

There are public toilets and bathhouses nearby. Except that cooking has to be done in the corridor, it is more popular with family members than the yard.

"I don't want a house in the family building, I just want a yard. Remember to save one for me."

Without asking, he guessed that Xiao Yu would definitely prefer an independent yard.

No matter how good or convenient the family housing is in the eyes of others, she probably won't like it.

..........

Shanhe Village has officially entered the hibernation period, and both the villagers and the educated youth have become idle.

There was a heavy snow a few days ago. Song Fuyu had never seen such heavy snow before.

On a whim, she pulled Tong Youyou and Wang Menghan and Xia Lan, who had built a new house near theirs, and the four of them had a hearty snowball fight and laughed heartily.

As for the villagers in the village, after the snow falls, most of them will not go out of their homes, but stay on the kang at home because they have no clothes to keep out the cold.

Some families even only have one slightly thicker cotton jacket, which is given to whoever in the family wants to go out.

Song Fuyu had never experienced this kind of life, and when he was really in such an environment, he still felt a sigh, thinking that the country was still too backward.

"Song Zhiqing, there's a letter for you!"

Hearing the sound, Song Fuyu quickly put down the pencil in his hand.

She and Tong Youyou were sitting on the kang just now, drawing grids on a piece of white paper and playing Gobang.

This is their entertainment activity these days when they have nowhere else to go.

"Comrade Yang, do you send mail even when it's snowing?"

Today Yang Yong did not ride a bicycle, but walked instead.

"Well, it's not time for the holiday yet."

He took off his gloves and took out her letter from the green bag slung across his side.

"There are two, and one seems to be from the army. Both places have sent remittance slips and also sent you something."

This was not the first time he had delivered letters to Song Zhiqing. He came two or three times a month.

Song Fuyu took the receipt and wrote down his name.

Just as Yang Yong was about to leave, Song Fuyu stopped him in time.

"Comrade Yang, wait a moment."

She quickly ran into the room with the things, then went to the kitchen to get a clean small canning jar and filled it with hot water.

"Comrade Yang, you are so tired for delivering a letter to me in this heavy snow. This bottle of hot water will warm you up."

Yang Yong did not refuse but took it. The weather was really freezing.

"Thank you. I'm leaving now."

Song Fuyu had a good impression of this postman. He had delivered letters to her several times, as well as remittance slips and package pick-up slips twice.

He never asked any additional questions. Even when an aunt from the village saw him delivering a letter to her and wanted to ask curiously, he did not tell her what she had received, thus saving her a lot of trouble.