50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 134 Color
"Okay, then don't use it." Comrade Sun Zhiwei regrouped and continued reading out the names.

"Next, Aunt Sun."

"Stop, even 'Water Margin' won't work."

Sun Zhiwei lost his temper and could only cross out six or seven more names on the notebook with sadness.

After these two deletions, only half of the 30 names he had originally come up with are left. It seems that he cannot complete today's task.

"Spring orchid, summer lotus, autumn chrysanthemum, winter plum."

"Keep these four."

"Sun Wen, Sun Wu, Sun Bin."

"Didn't they say we're not allowed to use celebrities' names?"

"One is civil and the other is military, and he is proficient in both civil and military affairs. How can he be a celebrity?" Sun Zhiwei retorted righteously.

"Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?"

"Hmph, if you don't want to use it, then don't use it." Seeing that she had seen through it, Sun Zhiwei could only cross out the three names in disappointment.

"Are there any more? If so, continue reading."

"Sun Na, Sun Lei, Sun Ting, Sun Yue, Sun Yu, Sun Lan"

"Sun Zhe, Sun Ye, Sun Lei, Sun Xu, Sun Yong, Sun Bo"

"Sun Xuewen, Sun Xuewu, Sun Jianguo, Sun Aiguo"

"Nope."

"This time it's still normal. Keep them all. I'll ask everyone's opinions."

"Who are you all?"

"Don't you ask your mother-in-law and father-in-law? Don't you ask your godfather and godmother too?"

"Should we ask Nannan as well?"

"It's up to me. If you want to ask, just write and ask."

"Forget it, it's too far and a waste of time."

At the end of September, on the day Tong Jiajia was discharged from confinement, the osmanthus flowers in the yard bloomed.

After washing herself and feeding her child, Tong Jiajia started to make osmanthus cake.

This is her specialty. The osmanthus cake she made last year was warmly welcomed by all her relatives and friends.

However, this year is more difficult than last year. The rice flour and white flour used to make osmanthus cake are both fine grains. If his family still makes so much osmanthus cake like last year, it will be too conspicuous.

However, today is the day Jia Jia comes out of confinement. In order not to dampen her enthusiasm, Sun Zhiwei can only secretly reduce the supply of osmanthus.

In this way, when Tong Jiajia brought out the last tray of finished osmanthus cakes, he roughly counted that there were more than 200 of them.

In order to reduce the amount of food he had to give away, Sun Zhiwei had to eat as much as he could.

"Jia Jia, your cooking skills are amazing. It's so delicious." Sun Zhiwei stuffed osmanthus cake into his stomach while feeding Tong Jiajia the love potion.

Tong Jiajia finished making the osmanthus cake, stretched contentedly, and then looked at Sun Zhiwei with a smile.

"I know what you mean. This year, we'll send less osmanthus cake to each family. Pick more fresh osmanthus flowers and send a few kilograms to each family."

"Hey, this is a good idea. Just give the osmanthus flowers directly. Everyone can do their own thing according to their own conditions. No one needs to compete with each other."

"My dear comrade Jia Jia is really kind-hearted and a good wife to me." "Hmph, stop flattering me. I'm going to clean the kitchen, and you go pick some osmanthus flowers." Tong Jia Jia went to the kitchen with her head held high.

My godmother and mother-in-law were cleaning the confinement room. The two children were sleeping soundly. There was no one in the yard.

Sun Zhiwei took action immediately, and the space expanded. Large pieces of osmanthus flowers disappeared from the trees and were taken into the space.

He quickly found a few baskets to fill with fresh osmanthus flowers and picked all the blooming osmanthus flowers, filling a total of two and a half baskets.

I used the spare rice and flour bags at home to distribute them to each family, so that each family would get about ten pounds of osmanthus flowers. I then wrapped twelve osmanthus cakes in paper for each family, and that was it.

While the meal time was over, Sun Zhiwei hung the things on the back seat of his bicycle, then rode his bicycle to quickly deliver fresh osmanthus flowers and osmanthus cakes to relatives and friends.

For two consecutive years, each family had a lot of savings, which were gradually spent in the past two years, and now they are on the verge of collapse.

These ten or so pounds of osmanthus flowers may not seem like a staple food, but they really surprised everyone and added a touch of color to every family's life in these gray years.

In November, the special supply of sugar bean cadres was reduced by half, and Lao Zhang's family was in chaos again.

Sun Zhiwei didn't care any more and just sent 10 kilograms of rice and 1 kilogram of beans as planned.

His family's problem was not a lack of food. With Mr. and Mrs. Zhang's salary, even if the ration for two adults was reduced, it would not be a problem to feed the whole family.

The problem is his way of dealing with family conflicts. Letting two little boys eat as much as they want and want them to eat good food is simply a bottomless pit.

In this day and age, if children are still spoiled like this, then the difficulties in their family are self-inflicted and they cannot blame anyone else.

After National Day, seeing that time was almost up, the family began to prepare quickly.

I packed up the thick quilt, winter leather hat, cotton coat, cotton shoes, deerskin boots, and winter medicines and sent them out.

A few days later, the family received a letter from Sun Ailai, saying that the things had been received, but he just hoped that the family would send some more nutritional pills.

When Sun Ailai left, he took a large bottle with him, estimated to contain 200 pills. It was impossible for him to finish it all. Sun Zhiwei probably gave it to the sick members of the team.

Originally, Sun Ailai was a face-conscious person and would not ask her family for help, but she actually wrote to ask for something, which means that the situation on the farm is worse than Sun Zhiwei expected.

Sun Zhiwei did not refuse. He started making meatballs that night. He made 10 kilograms of meatballs, sealed them in bottles, and sent them to her the next day.

It was not until mid-October that, after many rounds of consultations and back-and-forth, the names of the two children were finally decided after soliciting opinions from many parties.

My sister’s name is Sun Hongying and my brother’s name is Sun Aiguo.

After the name was chosen, Sun Zhiwei was afraid that they would have to go through more trouble, so he quickly went to register the child.

With a household registration, there was a ration, the subsidized 1 feet of cotton cloth was also taken back, and children under one year old could receive milk every month.

Although his family had enough, he couldn't refuse it. From then on, he had one more task to do every day, which was to go to the milk station early in the morning to get fresh milk.

Two bottles of fresh milk a day may not seem like a big deal, but at the beginning, when Tong Jiajia had enough milk, the child didn't like to eat, so Tong Jiajia had to eat it.

By December, the two babies' appetites had increased significantly, and Tong Jiajia was no longer able to keep up. It was reasonable to add fresh milk or formula to the children's diet at this time.

But the child still refused to eat. Tong Jiajia and Sun Zhiwei were a little worried and didn't know what to do.

The three elders were not panicked. Seeing that they were really anxious, the mother-in-law said, "If the child doesn't eat, he will be hungry. He will eat after two meals. There is no need to worry."

The couple was skeptical, but they had no better way, so they could only do as their elders said.

These two children are really tough. They cry every day when they don’t have enough milk, but they refuse to drink fresh milk or milk powder and they just hold on for three days.

On the fourth day, the younger brother gave in first and started drinking fresh milk. Then the older sister also gave in and started drinking milk powder. The different choices made by the two of them just avoided fighting over the milk.

(End of this chapter)