Wang Yan said, "Only here can we get all the white flour dumplings. Other families don't have this privilege. Take the repair camp where Yueyue's sister-in-law used to stay, for example. We celebrated New Year's Eve together, but we ate white flour buns with mutton soup. Anyone who wanted dumplings had to go home and make them themselves."
Jiang Shiyue knew about this, and there was a limit on the amount of food he could buy with money.
Zhong Wenwen curled her lips. "There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. I'd rather our living standards be a little worse, eating two steamed buns mixed with flour for every meal, than be like our Liu Yang..."
Perhaps realizing the following words were unlucky, he skipped over them. "Anyway, every time he flies, I get nervous. I won't feel at ease until he lands."
Wang Yan sighed softly, "Who isn't? Our old Zhang left the day before yesterday and hasn't come home yet. I thought he was on some secret mission, but just now when I came from the family compound, I saw him entering the government office building! I wonder what he's busy doing during the New Year."
Zhong Wenwen echoed, "Who says it's not?" She turned to Xu Li and asked, "Sister-in-law, has your Captain Song returned?"
Xu Li shook her head, "Not really!"
Wang Yan uttered, "Huh?" confusion welled up in her eyes. "Several captains haven't been home for days? Is this some kind of important mission?"
A tall and thin cadre with four pockets on the opposite side coughed lightly and said, "Sisters-in-law, let's make dumplings and not discuss other things."
This is how it is with military dependents; they can piece together things they shouldn't know.
Wang Yan smiled embarrassedly and stopped talking.
She usually pays great attention to the principle of confidentiality, but this time several captains had no flight missions and did not go home during the Chinese New Year, which really made her feel uneasy.
The most uneasy one is Jiang Shiyue.
After all, the other captains are still in the team even if they don’t go home, but no one knows where Chen Shanhe is.
Jiang Shiyue suddenly felt a little disappointed again, but she could only feel disappointed in her heart, put on a smile, and chat and laugh with everyone.
Everyone talked about how they celebrated the New Year in their hometown and what they should do during this time.
Strength lies in numbers, and the dumplings were quickly wrapped. The remaining dough was made into hand-rolled noodles, so that they could be added if there were not enough dumplings later.
After Jiang Shiyue finished her work, she took off her apron and went home to call Yangyang to come down for dinner.
When I got home, I saw Yangyang fiddling with something in his room, with parts scattered all over the floor and oil stains on his face.
Jiang Shiyue was at a loss whether to laugh or cry as she pulled him out, changed him into new clothes, and washed his face.
Yangyang didn't say anything, but Jiang Shiyue felt his resistance.
Jiang Shiyue took the red down jacket and put it on Yangyang, and gently persuaded him, "I know you don't like to be interrupted when you are busy. But today is New Year's Eve, a special day. Everyone in the compound wants to celebrate the New Year together. Now that Dad is not at home, we have to go out. After dinner, I will take you back, okay?"
Yangyang nodded.
But Jiang Shiyue could still feel his reluctance.
Jiang Shiyue sighed softly and cruelly took him downstairs.
In life, how can we always follow our own will?
***
When we arrived at the team headquarters, the entire small square was surrounded by windshield cloth.
Jiang Shiyue lifted the door curtain and walked in.
Most of the officers and soldiers who had been crowded around the table had left, leaving only one or two fixing the windshield.
The sisters-in-law were still there, gathered around a table chatting and eating.
There were melon seeds, candies, fruits, etc. on the table.
The children gathered around another table.
Normally, they can’t eat these snacks as much as they want, so at this time, eating is more important to them than playing.
Hearing the noise, several sisters-in-law turned around.
"Wow!" Zhong Wenwen raised an eyebrow. "Is this the fairy girl and child from the painting descended to earth?"
Wang Yan nodded, "Who said it wasn't? On weekdays, when we stand next to Sister Shiyue, we are like the old nanny beside the princess."
She pointed at the new clothes she had just changed into. "I finally got new clothes for the New Year, and I thought I would at least be promoted to the level of a personal maid. I didn't expect that Sister Shiyue would change her clothes again. We are so lucky to have an old maid."
Only a few sisters-in-law agreed, while the others did not say anything and looked somewhat disapproving.
Although the South has gradually begun to break through the planned economy and develop towards a market economy, the North is still relatively conservative.
In the eyes of most people, the poorer you are, the more glorious you are.
Wearing gray patched clothes is not shameful but a sign of correct thinking.
On the contrary, people like Jiang Shiyue who dress flashily have capitalist thinking and are easily criticized.
Jiang Shiyue knew what everyone was thinking, but she didn't care.
He wore a white turtleneck sweater, flared jeans, and a pair of black cotton leather shoes.
She wore a long cotton coat on the outside.
I asked Li Xiao to help make the coat, and the rest were bought from Dongsheng and Yongan.
Zhong Wenwen fixed her eyes on Yangyang. "Yangyang, this coat is so beautiful! It's also very unique. It doesn't look like a cotton coat?!"
Jiang Shiyue pulled out a chair, carried Yangyang to it, and sat down beside him. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you have a sharp eye! You can see that? This dress is filled with duck down."
She was afraid that Yangyang would be cold, so before returning to the north, she specially customized a down jacket for Yangyang.
She bought some ducks and sent them to the slaughterhouse.
Of course, she didn't know anyone at the slaughterhouse, so no one would help her.
So Jiang Shiyue went to find the old man in the message room. She told him that she wanted to give him the duck meat, but she needed his help to give her the duck feathers.
No hair, just down.
Of course, the old man was overjoyed when he saw that Jiang Shiyue was not joking.
Call someone immediately.
Facts have proved that no matter what unit you are in, you cannot underestimate the gatekeeper.
The old man who got the job was the workshop director, and he also brought his own porters.
The workshop director calls the old man "Master".
Not long after, Jiang Shiyue got what she wanted. The workshop director thought Jiang Shiyue was the old man's relative and gave her some extra duck down. Anyway, it was useless in their slaughterhouse and was usually thrown away.
The duck down has a strong fishy smell and cannot be used directly. It needs to be sterilized at high temperature.
Li Xiao had nothing to do, so he set up a pot in the yard, washed, steamed, and boiled the duck down, and finally dried it to get some white and soft duck down.
After all, the technical means are not enough, and there are some flaws compared with the down jackets of the new century, but it is unique here.
"Can duck feathers be used to make clothes? That's the first time I've heard of it!"
"That's right. Why use duck down? Is it warmer?" asked a sister-in-law.
She originally thought that Jiang Shiyue used duck down to make clothes because he couldn't afford cotton, but then she changed her mind and thought, if Jiang Shiyue could afford a car, how could he not afford cotton?
Duck down must be better than cotton.
Jiang Shiyue nodded: "Not only is it warm, but it's also light."
Upon hearing this, the sisters-in-law gathered around and touched Yangyang's down jacket.
This broke Yangyang's safety boundary.
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