Chapter 308 Sister
The snow stopped in the afternoon. After seeing the postman off, Xia Zhizhi asked Ah Ju to change into her appearance and reply a telegram.
In fact, she didn't really like having Ah Ju look like her when going out, but compared with Xue who was as tall as her thighs, this slight dislike was insignificant.
Ah Ju went to answer the phone in the freezing cold wind, while she was writing an article in a warm and spring-like space.
There is nothing serious in it, just something like a letter of praise, expressing admiration for the postman's diligence for ten years, regardless of wind or snow, and with a picture attached.
If you are lucky, the postman will receive a commendation.
Ah Ju was quick. When he came back, he was carrying a basket covered with a piece of cloth to conceal himself. As soon as Ah Ju came back, he locked the door as soon as he entered the house. Xia Zhizhi came out of the space and exchanged places with him.
After Ah Ju shook the snow off the cotton jacket and hung it on the fire wall to dry, she put Ah Ju away and unlocked the door.
As soon as I took down the bolt, Yang Yingxu came over. They were using the stoves in both rooms at the moment. If they started cooking at the same time, the food would be served quickly, with a short wait time, and the food would not get cold easily. Besides, they would be heating the kang anyway, so there was no waste.
There were large iron pots on the stove, which had to be cleaned every time they were used. While cleaning the pots, Yang Yingxu asked her, "Zhizhi, do you want to eat something tonight?"
If Xia Zhizhi has additional requests, Yang Yingxu will naturally give priority to satisfying her ideas.
If not, you can do whatever you want.
Xia Zhizhi pointed to the basket on the shelf and said, "I bought some tofu and dried tofu. They should not be frozen. How about frying some fried bean curd and meatballs?"
"Oh, there's tofu!" Yang Yingxu was busy washing the pot as soon as he entered the house and really didn't notice it.
In the Northeast, due to the weather these days, tofu will freeze soon after it is made if it is not kept warm, so people often eat frozen tofu in the winter.
It's okay to stew frozen tofu or make hot pot with it.
But Yang Yingxu personally still prefers to eat fresh tofu, and happily suggested: "Take out two pieces of dried tofu and stew them with the mutton soup made at noon, freeze the rest outside, use two pieces of tofu to fry oil bean curd, and cut the remaining four pieces into radish shreds and meat stuffing to make meatballs, and eat the remaining two pieces tomorrow, okay?"
In matters like this, Yang Yingxu usually made the decision, so he just asked for the sake of politeness.
Xia Zhizhi nodded and instructed, "Cut two more pieces and prepare a pot of mutton. No need to cook it. It will be cold by the time it is sent over. Ask Cui Zhiqing to send it over now and tell them to make it for themselves to eat in the evening."
When the situation improves in the future, she will open a pharmaceutical factory and invest in a research institute, and get all these people to work for her, just as an advance welfare payment. They will eat more and grow faster, live longer, and contribute more to her, no, to society.
As for whether they would be unwilling or not, Xia Zhizhi did not consider this. If they were unwilling, it would mean that the money they were given was not enough. For these people engaged in research and development, it was not just a matter of money. They could be given advanced equipment, the data they wanted, and sufficient research funds.
Even gods and Buddhas can be bribed with incense and offerings, let alone mere humans.
After getting a positive answer, Yang Yingxu pulled open the thick curtain hanging on the door, called the servants Xiao Tang and Xiao Cui over at the top of his voice, and then began to assign tasks like the head maid.
"You, cut some radish into strips, then salt it and drain the water."
"You, take this over. I cut some radish and dried tofu into it. They are all raw. Let them cook it themselves. Don't stew it for too long. The mutton is almost done."
After Miss Yang finished making the arrangements, she rolled up her sleeves and started frying the tofu.
I specially fried six older tofu, making them hollow in the middle and crispy on the outside. I sprinkled some of the dipping sauce I made earlier on them, inserted small skewers on them, and brought them in for Xia Zhizhi to eat.
I don’t know why, but when making this kind of thing, the ones that are just out of the pot always taste especially good.
Xia Zhizhi spread out a notebook on the table on the kang and wrote and drew on it, but she didn't write much. She ate this and that from time to time.
Fortunately, she can eat a lot, otherwise she would have been fed before the meal started.
After dinner, Xia Zhizhi returned to the space and asked Ah Ju to pack some things that might be useful for her sister Xia Qingqing when she came over.
She asked Ah Ju to call back and tell them that they could come, but it would be better not to come because it was snowing heavily and it was very inconvenient.
She guessed that Xia Qingqing would come. Xia Qingqing performed all over the country. Even if she had never spent the winter in the Northeast, she must have heard about the power of the winter here. She would not be scared away by the snow.
Sure enough, three days later she picked up Xia Qingqing at the educated youth point.
Xia Qingqing directly found a horse-drawn plow to bring it to her, and she really relied on her own legs to estimate the hanging.
Xia Qingqing was much more reliable than Cheng Rong. After all, she was a person who traveled outside all year round. She was dressed in a complete set of sheepskin jackets and fur hats, and she was wrapped up so tightly that only a pair of eyes were visible.
Xia Qingqing is tall, estimated to be about 1.7 meters tall. She is dressed like this in the middle of winter, and she is wearing dark clothes. In the Northeast, winter only cares about warmth, not fashion. It is difficult to tell whether she is a boy or a girl from her appearance.
Xia Qingqing was not allowed to speak.
Xia Zhizhi recognized Xia Qingqing's identity at a glance.
Xia Qingqing's eyes look very similar to Xia Zhizhi's, but her eyebrows are different.
When Xia Qingqing saw Xia Zhizhi for the first time, she was stunned for a moment, with complicated emotions flashing through her eyes.
It was cold outside, so Xia Zhizhi called out, "Come in quickly, if you have anything to say, come in and talk."
After entering the house, she took off her heavy coat and sat on the warm kang. Xia Zhizhi poured her a cup of milk tea that Yang Yingxu had prepared and kept warm on the stove: "Drink something hot to warm yourself up."
Xia Qingqing held the cup and looked at Xia Zhizhi with a complicated expression. Finally, she said, "Zhizhi, can I call you that? I am your sister Xia Qingqing."
"I know. I've seen your photo." Xia Zhizhi nodded, too lazy to try to figure out why Xia Qingqing had such a complicated look in her eyes.
If Xia Qingqing wants to see what she looks like, then Xia Zhizhi is here, you can look at her for free.
If there was anything, she would wait for Xia Qingqing to speak, because Xia Zhizhi was too lazy to ask anyway.
The sisters, who met for the first time in their lives, were speechless for a while.
Xia Qingqing lowered her head and drank the milk tea in her hand.
The sweet and rich hot milk tea dispelled the coldness in the body.
What is Xia Qingqing here for?
In fact, she herself didn't know what she wanted to do.
The other members of the Xia family simply think of Xia Zhizhi as "my poor granddaughter, daughter, niece, sister, etc. who were kidnapped by bad guys when they were young."