This batch of vermicelli has been prepared, and the small yard is full of them.
Under the dim light of night, Luo Xuan carried a few packets of gouache and went to deliver vermicelli to Aunt Zhang and the third sister-in-law.
The gouache is very heavy on the scale. A big-bellied man like Uncle Zhang can eat 2 kilograms of gouache in one meal without any problem.
So Luo Xuan gave them more gouache this time.
Uncle Zhang's family helped him a lot, and his third sister-in-law's family made many tables, chairs and benches for him.
These are all debts of gratitude, so the accounts do not need to be calculated so carefully.
After giving gifts to Uncle Zhang, third sister-in-law, Yi Yang, production team leader Peng Zhikun and the others, Luo Xuan walked home exhausted.
Almost arriving home.
Just as Luo Xuan turned around the mountain col, he saw a little firelight in the wilderness in the distance under the faint moonlight.
Sometimes bright and sometimes dark, sometimes high and sometimes low,
Wandering there...
Luo Xuan's heart trembled: What kind of unclean thing is this?!
Although it is a new era, there are still many legends about demons, turtles and monsters in the countryside.
What will scare away the chickens and turtles from the members' homes? What will make you unable to get out and make you run around in circles...
Luo Xuan was naturally not afraid of these things. Seeing that the red dot was still shining up and down, Luo Xuan bent down and approached slowly and quietly.
When he was more than ten meters away, Luo Xuan quietly picked up a stone on the ground, looked at the place where the red light was shining, and threw it hard!
"Ouch! Who the hell is going to throw a stone at me?"
The stone was thrown away, and Uncle Ding's roar suddenly came from the grass: "It's so angry! If you take a shit, can you get a slap on your head?"
Luo Xuan stuck out his tongue secretly and said, "So it's Uncle Ding? Why are you hiding in the grass, silent, and holding a match in your hand?"
"I'll make a fire shovel!"
Uncle Ding pulled up his pants and walked out of the grass and said, "So it's your boy? I went to your house to wait for you, but there was only grass in your house. I came here to get a hut."
As he spoke, Uncle Ding knocked the cigarette off on the soles of his shoes, gasped for air and said, "I just like to take a few puffs of cigarettes when I go to the hut, so how can I strike a match?"
Luo Xuan asked him, "Uncle Ding, why did you come so far...to the latrine?"
Uncle Ding's eyes widened in the dim light, "I'm getting closer, won't I bury your new home?"
Luo Xuan knew that he had misunderstood Uncle Ding, so he quickly changed the subject, "Uncle Ding, what do you want from me?"
"I heard that your family got some vermicelli today, and I wanted to come over and ask."
Uncle Ding lowered his voice and said: "I also considered that there may be many people during the day. If the people in the production team come to you to share some vermicelli, it will be difficult for you. So..."
When Luo Xuan heard what Uncle Ding said, an alarm bell rang in his heart: He just made some vermicelli at home, why did everyone want to come and buy some?
As for the fact that I made a batch of vermicelli today, everyone in the production team knows about it, so this is not surprising.
The news in the production team has always been exaggerated, and has never been covered up tightly.
After thinking about it, Luo Xuan had an idea in his mind.
Together with Uncle Ding, the two returned to Luo Xuan's small courtyard after a while.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, Luo Xuan saw the light of fire in the kitchen.
When I got closer, I saw that Xiaocao was boiling water for me.
"What are you doing, Xiaocao."
Luo Xuan stepped forward and touched Xiaocao's head, "Just rest, I can do things like hot foot washing water myself."
Xiaocao tilted her head and said: "Duoduo, I just want to do something for you! I have already fed and watered the chickens in the yard. I also cut the grass that the little rabbits will eat tomorrow.
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Luo Xuan nodded towards Uncle Ding and signaled him to wait a moment.
Then Luo Xuan returned to his room and took out the comics, toys, and two eggs for Xiao Cao from the space.
Together with the bowl of "Doubanxiang", he returned to the kitchen.
Passing the gifts to Xiaocao, Luo Xuan said: "Tomorrow is sister Xiaocao's birthday, but my brother has to go out early in the morning, and I don't know when he will come home at night. So, I will give you these gifts first."
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With that said, Luo Xuan handed the red egg in his hand to Xiaocao.
this period.
It is customary for children in the production team to eat two "red eggs" on their birthdays, which symbolizes prosperity and good luck.
The so-called "red eggs" actually use red ink to paint the surface of boiled eggs red.
However, red ink is basically not found in the homes of members of the production team.
So everyone usually uses a piece of red paper, and when the eggs have just been taken out of the pot, put the red paper on the eggs several times.
When the paint on the red paper falls off, the egg will be dyed red.
Comics, toys, and eggs were all the birthday gifts Luo Xuan gave Xiaocao.
Looking at the gifts in her arms, Xiaocao's thin body trembled with excitement, "Duoduo... Duoduo, wuwu."
Luo Xuan patted Xiaocao lovingly and comforted her softly: "Don't cry, Xiaocao. Our future life will be better than this! When the time comes, my brother will give you a new schoolbag and new clothes."
When Uncle Ding on the side saw this, he couldn't help but show a look of appreciation and relief on his face.
Soothe the good grass.
Luo Xuan pointed to the bowl of meat on the stove and said to Xiaocao: "You can come here by yourself in the next few days, heat up this bowl of meat, and cook some vermicelli."
It is very simple to heat the meat and boil the water noodles, Xiaocao can do these.
The bean sprouts in the bowl are soaked in oil, just like an opened can of dace, which will not spoil within a few days.
The reason why he asked Xiaocao to come over to cook and eat was because Luo Xuan didn't want the meat he bought to fall into the stomachs of Wang, mother and son.
As for asking Xiaocao to take the red eggs home to eat, there is no need to worry about this, as someone will compete with her for the eggs.
No matter how poor a family is in the production team, no one in the family will take over the red eggs given to their children for their birthdays.
So Luo Xuan is not worried that Luo Xiaoxin and Luo Xiaozhong brothers will snatch Xiaocao's eggs to eat.
As for toys, comics...
Tomorrow, Boss Zhou will come forward to give Luo Xiaoxin and the two brothers some color. I guarantee that Luo Xiaoxin and Luo Xiaozhong will never dare to touch Xiaocao's things in the future!
When Boss Zhou takes action to handle these matters, the effect is actually better than doing it himself.
After finishing Xiaocao's birthday gift, he placed it on a shelf in the yard and took out a hanging hanging of wet gouache, which weighed about 4 or 5 kilograms.
Seeing Luo Xuan holding up the gouache, but there was no basket or frame to put it in, Uncle Ding chuckled, ran into the darkness outside the fence, and brought back a basket.
"Hey, Luo Xuan, don't make fun of me."
While helping put the gouache into the basket, Uncle Ding explained sheepishly: "I came here with a red heart and two hands. If you don't want to sell me some gouache, I will give you this diabolo basket."
I took it back quietly..."
"Uncle Ding, neighbors and neighbors, we don't say that."
Luo Xuan said sternly: "These few kilograms of gouache are not sold to you...this is an exchange! Uncle Ding, you gave me a stone water tank last time. These few kilograms of gouache are my way of thanking you.
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Uncle Ding straightened his face, "What can I do? Forget it, I won't bother you so much. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will send you two kilograms of wheat. You can take it to the supply and marketing cooperative's store and exchange it for some fresh food."
Come back and eat some noodles. I will not take advantage of you, a junior."
After saying that, Uncle Ding turned around and left.
Behind him, Luo Xuan's voice came: "Uncle Ding, I'm going to use these vermicelli in exchange for turtles to treat my illness."
Luo Xuan's words were a bit meaningless.
But Uncle Ding understood.
Just listen to him reply in the darkness: "I understand. Luo Xuan, don't worry, I guarantee that everyone in the production team will know tomorrow that you don't have any extra vermicelli to sell! These are vermicelli used to change dressings, who can be embarrassed?"
Coming to see you again? We can’t delay your treatment, can we?”
The words gradually faded, and Uncle Ding had gone far away.
