Chapter 142

At the Laba Festival, Lin Qinghe got up early in the morning and cooked a big pot of delicious Laba porridge.

Although it's only slightly sweet, the Laba porridge made by Lin Qinghe tastes different. It's delicious.

In previous years, Zhou's father and mother didn't come here, so they just scooped up some of the past. One person can have two bowls at most.

But at this time, because of the lack of oil and water, the amount of food for each meal is really large. Although the old couple are not old, they really want to eat. Compared with the 15-6-year-old, they are not bad.

So where two bowls are enough, the most is one and a half full.

However, this year is different. The old couple come here to eat three meals a day, so Laba porridge is naturally free to drink.

"It snowed heavily last night. Did you sleep warm, mom and dad?" When drinking Laba porridge, Lin Qinghe asked.

Last night, Lin Qinghe called both of them to sleep in the house. The family was on a Kang, sleeping soundly.

Although both of them are not young, they are also very happy that the two brothers can come here to sleep.

"Warm, the big quilt is soft and warm." Mother Zhou said with a smile.

Father Zhou nodded.

It's not only warm under the quilt, but also the new sweater that my wife knitted for him.

Lin Qinghe didn't say anything. Let them drink more Laba porridge.

This kid also asked: "Niang, do we make bacon this year?"

"Why do you remember?" Lin Qinghe is surprised to see him.

She didn't make bacon last year, the year before last.

"I remember it all." The two children took over and said.

"What is bacon?" asked Sanwa. "Is it delicious?" At that time, he was still young. He must have forgotten.

"It's delicious. There's no better meat than steamed salted vegetables." Said the big one.

"Mom, I haven't eaten yet!" Three children immediately looked at his mother.

"Why haven't you eaten? You don't know how much you've eaten, but you haven't remembered." Lin Qinghe said.

"That Grandpa must have never eaten it." Three children on the way.

Zhou's father was silent. When he worked for the landlord's family, the cook saw that he had given a piece of bacon to him. So far, the old man still remembered that he could swallow his tongue.

Mother Zhou didn't know, because Lin Qinghe didn't do much, so she didn't take it.

There is also worry about being said to be extravagant and wasteful, so Lin Qinghe didn't give it.

"If you want to eat, you can say, don't talk about your grandfather." Said Lin Qinghe.

"Mom, do it." The three children are not strong enough. They start to be soft.

"I'll ask if there is any meat later. If there is, there will be bacon for the new year. If not, I'll have to wait for our pork." Said Lin Qinghe.

This year, these two pigs in her family haven't been killed yet. They will be slaughtered around the middle of December, but there's still time to make bacon.

After eating Laba porridge, Lin Qinghe went out by bike.

Zhou Qingbai wants to follow. Lin Qinghe doesn't let him. It's not a big deal. Moreover, it's warmer to ride in this weather. It's too cold to ride.

As long as she wants to buy meat to make bacon, mother Zhou doesn't say anything now.

Besides, she is so old that she doesn't know what the taste of bacon is.

When Lin Qinghe came to Mei Jie's side, he told her about the need for waist meat. This time, it was quite a lot, so Lin Qinghe gave her three food tickets.

One food ticket is four Jin, three is twelve Jin.

"I can't promise you how much, but you can come by this time tomorrow." Mei said.

With such three food stamps in place, sister Mei can operate.

Besides, Lin Qinghe also gives Mei Jie profit space with the price of meat. She will do it naturally.

Lin Qinghe doesn't have a meat ticket. Instead, she has a meat ticket.

But there's no need to give a meat ticket from Mei Jie. She can buy it at a meat stall when she doesn't have meat at home.

What she dislikes is that when she goes to the butcher's stall, she has to wait in line to buy some meat, but when she gets to the top of the sky, she just gives a couple of meat.

So generally, Lin Qinghe doesn't go to the meat stall to buy. These meat tickets are almost hard money. She can easily change them into money when she goes to the city.

From sister Mei, Lin Qinghe rode home.

On the way, I met an old lady carrying a basket of eggs and went to the commune. It must be to sell eggs.

"Granny, do you want to change the eggs?" Lin Qinghe said at will.

"I'm going to change some brown sugar." The old lady looked at her and said.

"It's a coincidence. I just bought some brown sugar here. Maybe it's the last one in the supply and marketing agency. Would you like to exchange it with me, madam? I'm not in a hurry either. I can give it to you first. " Lin Qinghe said with a smile.

She is used to cross a basket when she goes out. She takes the basket and scoops out a bag of brown sugar.

This brown sugar bag has been opened. Lin Qinghe bought it in the city and kept it for future use. Maybe he will use it someday?

Sure enough, it's used.

Brown sugar is naturally in the space of Lin Qinghe, but Lin Qinghe brought 20 jin at the beginning, and now there are only four or five Jin left, which is almost a Jin.

But it's good to have a jin of brown sugar, which is really rare at this time.

In particular, the old lady's daughter-in-law had a baby last night. She had to eat brown sugar to make up for it!

However, the old lady was obviously in a loss when she exchanged a basket of eggs for a jin of brown sugar. Lin Qinghe gave two-thirds of the eggs and the rest one-third back to the old lady before he got to the old lady.

"Madame, is our exchange fair?" Asked Lin Qinghe.

"Fair and just." The old lady was reluctant to give up, but when Lin Qinghe paid her back, she smiled and nodded.

Lin Qinghe nodded and rode home.

One catty of brown sugar for almost three catties of eggs, Lin Qinghe is not a loss.

At home, the consumption of eggs is really big. Especially, there are not many eggs left in her space. Maybe this winter will be over.

When we go to the city next spring, we have to do a good job.

Three jins of eggs will become five jins when they are taken home. If mother Zhou is here, he may ask.

But there are only Zhou Qingbai and his three sons left, none of them.

everything she has the final say in her family, she is the master of what she has to ask.

"Niang, can you make bacon?" What Sanwa cares about is this.

"Heartless son, your mother and I went out in a cold day. I didn't see you when I came back. You'll miss your bacon. You can eat fart." Said Lin Qinghe.

Three children this kid is not only not angry, but also grins: "Niang you say dirty words."

"Father and son are all debt collectors." Lin Qinghe patted his buttocks, and turned an innocent Zhou Qingbai's eyes and went into the room to lay eggs.