As soon as Song Tanglan took out the food, Mumu, like a dog smelling fragrance, quickly twisted and turned, crawling to Song Tanglan.
He stared at the pastry in her hand and drooled.
Seeing his greedy look, Song Tanglan was speechless. She took out a piece and handed it to him, letting him eat it himself.
"Eat it, eat it. I really can't give it to you."
"Auntie~~"
"Stop yelling. I hate it when I hear it. If you pee on me again next time, you'll definitely get a spanking."
When Song Tanglan said this, he thought of his wet coat. It was winter now, and it would take a lot of effort to wash such a thick coat. He felt a headache just thinking about it.
In such cold weather, she now wishes she could wait until spring to wash her winter clothes. But now this little guy has made it more difficult for her. If she doesn't wash such a thick coat clean, the little guy's urine will surely stink her to death.
Thinking of this, and looking at Mumu who was still eating with gusto, she could only carry him to the kitchen to boil some water and wash his coat later.
If it is left for too long, the smell will definitely be the same as that of a toilet, and this is my favorite coat, it cannot be ruined like this.
Song Tanglan had just washed her jacket when Cheng Fangyuan brought back the food.
When they came back, they heard some noise in the kitchen. When they looked over, they saw their pitiful little sister washing cotton clothes and their son happily eating cakes.
Seeing such a contrasting scene, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Little sister, put the jacket aside first, I will help you wash it later."
"No, I've already washed it clean, I just can't wring it dry. I'll have to trouble my second sister to help me later."
Song Tanglan looked at the jacket that she had wrung out for a long time but still couldn't get dry, and could only throw it back into the wooden barrel in disgust.
"Okay, I'll help you later. Now let's go check out the food. You've earned quite a bit of work points this year, over 900 points, which you can exchange for several hundred kilograms of food and 10 yuan!"
Looking at the pile of food in front of him, Song Tangcheng couldn't help but praise his little sister.
Song Tanglan was suddenly praised like this. Although she was a little embarrassed, she felt embarrassed to be praised like this as a person at the bottom of the class.
"Second sister, you're exaggerating. Second brother-in-law has even more work points. Look at all that stuff. It's all earned from his work points."
"Hey, your second brother-in-law is no match for you. He's busy with the brigade's affairs 300 out of 365 days a year. How could he not earn a lot of work points?"
Cheng Fangyuan, who was still packing the food, agreed when he heard this.
"Yes, my little sister is different from me. For a girl like you, earning so many work points is considered a lot. Look at those female educated youths. How many of them earn more than you?"
Song Tanglan felt a little embarrassed when she heard the two people's blind praise, and she wanted to go back to the kitchen to wash clothes.
Although she had not been in the threshing ground for a long time, many of the female educated youth in the educated youth courtyard had more work points than her. Of course, there were also a few lazy ones, such as Tian Yulan. Her work points were indeed not as many as hers, but she had financial support from her family and did not care about these few work points at all.
"Okay, I know you're embarrassed. Come and see how we're going to eat this grain next year and which ones we'll need to shell and grind into flour."
After that, he began to select the food that would be used in the next period of time. After making a decision, he divided them into packages and hung them on the beams, and put the rest into the cellar.
Song Tanglan doesn't have too many requirements for daily staple foods, and even if he does, he may not be satisfied.
After all, fine grains are rare. Although their family is well off now, they cannot afford to eat white rice and steamed buns every day.
And every time the grain was distributed, they wanted unprocessed grain, which they had to shell and grind into flour themselves.
All of this takes a lot of effort, but fortunately, Cheng Fangyuan goes to grind the grain for the Cheng family every year, so the two sisters never have to worry about it.
This year they exchanged too much grain, and the warehouse and cellar were no longer able to hold it, so they had to put it back in their room and place it on the beams.
"Now that you've chosen, do you want to make these sweet potatoes into vermicelli noodles? Don't you want to eat lotus root powder? I even specially ordered a hundred pounds of it."
Song Tangcheng pointed to a pile of lotus roots not far away. These were grown in the brigade's lake. Every year before the autumn harvest, people would go down to the lake to dig lotus roots. It was a physically demanding job.
At that time, the group of educated youth had also experienced the hardship of digging lotus roots, so they began to complain.
Fortunately, every year, except for some people who take the lotus roots home to make soup and cook, the rest are distributed according to the number of people.
After all, not everyone knows how to make lotus root powder. In exchange for it, they can have an extra dish on the table. For ordinary people, this thing is not as practical as sweet potatoes.
At least sweet potatoes are filling, but lotus roots are not cheap and are not as filling as sweet potatoes.
"Then let's make lotus root powder and save some for daily consumption."
Song Tanglan mentioned making some lotus root powder before. It is good for beauty and can also be used as a complementary food for Mumu.
However, she just said it casually at the time, and she didn't expect that her second sister would take it to heart and even exchange so many lotus roots for it, which made her heart very warm.
"Okay, then let's make vermicelli from these sweet potatoes. After all, the sweet potato residue can be used to make pancakes, which is quite filling. There's no need to keep so many sweet potatoes."
Song Tangcheng looked at the pile of sweet potatoes she had been given this year, as well as a lot of other things she had exchanged for with money. She thought that these could be used to make a lot of vermicelli that could be stored for a while, so she wouldn't have to spend that money to buy noodles on the black market this year.
"OK."
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