Chapter 82： Tiwaii

Chapter 82 Niwai

On the other side, Si Ningning returned to the educated youth center. The male and female educated youths were already sitting neatly on the big table in the main room. She gave the lunch box to Xu Shuhua to heat, and then found a place to sit down in the corner, listening in one ear. Everyone's talking.

“It’s only the end of May. I used to feel chilly at this time. Why is it so hot in the south?”

“What is the southern heat? In the past, I had to sit in the classroom when I was studying. I couldn’t get wind or rain, and I couldn’t get the sun. Except in the winter, when I didn’t have a thick cotton-padded jacket, how could I know whether it was cold or hot in the other three seasons?”

“If you think about it, it’s really…”

“It’s so hot right now, what will happen when June comes?”

"Speaking of this, I also have something to tell you." Everyone was talking to each other, and Song Shuhan suddenly raised his head, "I asked before, someone said that Zhao Laizi, who is in charge of the bullpen in the team, I know how to knit a straw hat, and it costs two cents a piece. I came back today to check it out, and the guy Zhao said he would pay me after I finished knitting it. I have already reserved one. If you want it, hurry up and save yourself the trouble. "

“Yes, I want one!”

Si Ningning raised her hand, "I want it too!"

Wu Yong followed behind and raised his hand, "I want one too."

Everyone wanted a straw hat, and Wu Yong also asked for one, but when he took his hand back, he couldn't help but muttered, "Eggs only cost four cents each..."

Aren’t straw hats made of wheat straw or straw? It actually costs two cents.

Li Lingyuan put his arm around Wu Yong's shoulders and said, "Hey Wu Yong, don't worry about it! Eggs cost four cents each, so they're gone in one bite? How long can a straw hat last? If you keep it well, it will last until next year and the year after. "

"Well, yes..." Wu Yong smiled a little reluctantly and didn't say more.

The episode was over and everyone asked for straw hats. Since Song Shuhan had dealt with Zhao Laizi, the matter of additional "orders" naturally fell on him.

“Okay, I’ll talk about it, but I’ll have to wait until work ends in the afternoon.” Song Shuhan patted his chest and said.

A group of educated youths said that there was no problem. After saying these words, they had almost finished eating. They packed their lunch boxes and prepared to leave.

Si Ningning raised her hand again and said with a wan expression, "Does anyone want to eat porridge tonight?"

Although there is room to open a small stove, I have eaten potatoes too many times in the past few days, and I still eat them dry. Si Ningning feels that if he continues like this, all the sweat on his body will condense into starch.

Everyone's eyes were focused on it. Si Ningning looked melancholy, holding his chin with his left hand, and gently pushed the aluminum lunch box forward with his right index finger, "I'm tired of eating it, and I want to change the taste."

There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

In order to adapt to the life here as soon as possible, everyone has been eating steamed potatoes these days for convenience. Si Ningning felt tired of it, and so did everyone else.

“Do you want to eat porridge? Then I’ll have porridge for dinner too!”

“I’m a little tired of potatoes too, let’s eat porridge!”

“That’s great! Since everyone has decided to eat porridge, each person only needs one or two meters, and a total of eight or two meters can be used to cook a large pot of very thick porridge.”

The matter was finalized, and everyone dispersed in a hurry after each delivered their own rations.

The girls washed their lunch boxes and went back to their rooms to take a nap.

Si Ningning took a basin of cold water and wiped off the sweat on his body. After pouring the water, he came back, thought for a moment, and opened the bag of potatoes under the bed.

Ration is expensive and affects everyone. Everyone hides their rations very carefully. Si Ningning follows the local customs in the countryside, so naturally she follows the local customs, but she only locks the sorghum rice in the box.

(End of this chapter)