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Carrying the steamed buns wrapped in oil paper back to the commune.

On the second floor of the commune, all the team leaders and village party secretaries of the Hongqi Commune were there, and the pens in their hands were constantly turning.

Outside, Old Li was squatting at the guard post, eating steamed bread with hot water, his half-worn coat shielding him from the wind. Aunt Cuihua wanted something more substantial, and the scallion pancakes with oil were a good thing.

"Master, don't give them buns, just steamed buns."

Ling Ling reminded them not to be too lenient, because the buns were filled with oil and they couldn't eat the big white steamed buns.

"Zhou Zhiqing? I asked and he should be coming out in a while." Old Li narrowed his eyes and shrank his body.

Move to the side, this leeward land is only this big.

"It'll be warmer if we lean against each other. Have you tried it?" He warmly invited me to come over and eat the scallion pancakes that he had made that morning.

"Here," he took out two steamed buns from the cloth bag, "you should eat something good when you come out. This is also a token of my appreciation for the younger generation."

"No, no, it's too expensive," Old Li looked at the steamed bun in his hand, which was so soft when he squeezed it.

In an instant, four black handprints appeared on the steamed bun.

"Take it and eat it. Don't be polite to me. There will be plenty for you to use the oxcart in the future. Otherwise, you will be embarrassed to sit on it."

"Zhou Zhiqing, thank you for your expense. Try the pickles I made."

Aunt Cuihua enthusiastically broke the steamed bun and spread chili sauce on it for Old Li, and gave most of the remaining bottle to Jiuli.

"I have some food you like at home and asked my eldest brother to bring it to you."

The three of them huddled together and ate steamed buns with chili sauce. Old Li's eyes were filled with tears. It was the first time he had eaten such a dish in his life.

When the team leader came out after the meeting, he saw his wife and Old Li squatting there eating steamed buns with chili sauce. They were afraid that they would have nothing to eat, so they took small bites and he felt sorry for them.

"Cuihua, stop eating. Let's go back quickly while the wind is down."

"Hold on tight." Old Li put the steamed buns in his pocket and jumped on the ox cart. "It might snow in two days."

"Yes, there are some educated youth coming here these two days, and they are very weak." The village party secretary took a puff of his pipe and a white facial mask was stuffed on his hand.

"Zhou Zhiqing, please don't let us make political mistakes. This is unacceptable," he said halfway through his refusal and looked at his handprints.

"I don't want any handprints." Jiuli refused, and at the same time gave one to the captain before sitting down.

"Thank you for the expense. Since you like chili sauce, I asked your elder brother to deliver it to you. Otherwise, I wouldn't accept it."

While the water in the cup was still hot, I broke off half of the steamed bun and ate it with relish, and took the remaining half back to give to my child.

"Yes, my husband and I make good pickles, which are great with rice in winter. I'll give you some," the branch secretary added.

"I won't talk about anything else, just this ox cart. Tell me when you want to go into the city," Old Li did not forget to express his opinion.

Jiuli successfully infiltrated the inner circle with the help of white flour buns. Aunt Cuihua treated Jiuli better than her own daughter-in-law and gave her the best treatment.

The captain passed by Xu Zhiqing, who was wrapped tightly, and pretended not to see her. He walked past quickly, and Aunt Cuihua tilted her head.

"What about your third daughter-in-law?" asked the village party secretary while smoking a pipe.

"You just got married and took a two-day break, but you didn't even tell me you were going into town," Aunt Cuihua said with dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Just teach them more. The families who married educated youths are in chaos. They marry them just to eat." Which family doesn't have to tighten their belts these days?

"Who said it wasn't? You can't do anything but eat. San'er's allowance will be wasted today."

"It will be fine once the baby is born, just take your time."

Passing by the creek, a group of children carrying a few small fish came up and ran very fast when they saw the ox cart coming.

Old Li drove the ox cart back to the shabby house only after he had delivered the land. He fed grass to his old friend and cooked noodle soup in a worn-out pot.

"I use this white flour bun to make noodle soup at night. White flour is also very expensive. If I replace it with corn flour and other grains, I can eat it for several days."

The branch secretary went back and gave the remaining half of the steamed bun to his wife.

The team leader and Aunt Cuihua laughed at the steamed buns in each other's hands without saying anything, one of them was just right for making a bowl of noodle soup.

"It's just right for the four little grandchildren to have a bite each. You make it and I'll ask someone to do it," he said as he took two jars of chili sauce.

“Let the eldest brother take it and you come back to eat.” As he said this, he melted the steamed buns in hot water and divided them equally into four bowls.

"(⊙o⊙) Wow, the white flour soup is so delicious."

"It would be nice if I could have it every meal."

"Grandma, have you ever had a drink with me?"

"I haven't moved yet, shall we eat together?"

The four childish little voices made both of them satisfied.

The two men, who were carrying jars of chili sauce and pickles to Zhou Zhiqing in the cold wind, met on the road and smiled at each other.

Those are steamed buns, which they only eat during the Chinese New Year.

"Zhou Zhiqing, put it here, we can't get in."

"Okay," he stuck half of his face out, put the jar under the door, closed the door, and moved the things back to the room.

I closed the door and started watching the show once a day. Ling Ling changed her body and danced around. She was really busy stewing rice and scrambling eggs.

"Master, it's time to eat. Rice, scrambled eggs, and braised chicken," an invisible force fell on the table.

"I'll give you two points and you can buy whatever you want." The taste is OK. Is there something missing? I ate slowly and enjoyed it.

"Thank you, Master." Ling Ling said as he took out an energy block and ate it.

Jiuli, who was sorting medicinal herbs while the weather was good that day, heard someone calling her, and a group of people rushed into the clinic the next second.

"Zhou Zhiqing, please take a look," he said with a sad face.

The crowd pushed aside, revealing a middle-aged man covered in blood, his face as pale as gold paper, ready to die at any time.

"Just now the captain went hunting in the mountains, and got stabbed by a wild boar. Let's see what he has to say."

"You have to save my husband. We still have three children. Without them our family will fall apart," she cried.

With tears in his eyes, he gave up his seat. The captain looked calm and said, "There's nothing to say if it can't be cured. The health center probably won't be able to help. The wound is so big that all the blood has dried up."

He placed his fingertips on the pulse and touched it, then sealed the acupuncture points with silver needles, and disinfected and sutured the area very quickly, like a visual feast.

"Help me wrap the gauze around it, and then go back and mend it more. Your man is fine."

It's not like he was missing any limbs. He took out a pill he had rolled yesterday from the counter, wrapped it in two, and gave it out together.

"Burp, is it done now?" Just two strokes?

I couldn't help but touch her belly out of curiosity. It was so pitiful that she would have to change the medicine in the future, which would make the already poor family even worse off. The only thing to be thankful for was that the fees in the village were low.

"These two pills will help him recover, relieve pain and reduce inflammation. Come and change the medicine in three days. He should be able to run and jump without any problems."

"How much is this? I'll give it to Zhou Zhiqing." She wiped her tears and responded repeatedly, telling her to eat it even if she didn't want to.

"Ordinary herbs that you pick yourself are not worth much. Just give me two yuan for the gauze later."

"It will be deducted from the account at the end of the year," the captain made the final decision.

"Okay, sign and take the person back. Eat a light and nutritious diet. I will not be responsible for any situation caused by you." He lowered his head, signed the form, and turned it around.

"Zhou Zhiqing is right. You can't be frugal. You need to eat well. Uncle will give you two eggs and the pork will be divided today."

"I'll give you the pig's blood. Boss, go ask Old Li to come and kill the pig." He acted decisively.