Lu Erxiong stuffed the last piece of pork crackling into his mouth and jumped up, "Third Grandpa, where did this pork co from?"
Wang Cuilan and Zhou Zhou also curiously poked their heads out from the kitchen, looking at the pork belly in Cheng Baoguo’s hand. The perfectly marbled at looked much more appetizing and heavier by a few pounds compared to the portion their family received.
"Where did it co from?" Wang Cuilan asked.
Cheng Baoguo handed the at to Wang Cuilan, asking her to freeze it in the snow to cook later, and whispered to her, "So families are willing to eat it, so aren’t. For those who aren’t willing, they have nowhere to sell it. They discreetly ca to asking if I wanted it. Of course I did. With so many people in our family, how could we celebrate New Year without stocking up on at? This family has about twenty mbers, two-thirds of whom are kids under twelve. They sure can have children. Their work points don’t compensate their expenses each year, so I bought eight pounds of their pork belly at two yuan per pound."
Wang Cuilan bead with happiness, "This year we’re having a bountiful New Year!"
Zhao Anbang had twenty-four pounds of at tickets. Including the twelve pounds shared with the Guan Yu couple, and this new eight pounds, they had over forty pounds in total — half a pig’s worth. This didn’t even count the offal Lu Tianzhi brought and their respective monthly at supplies.
Wang Cuilan grew more excited as she calculated. She’d never felt they had so much at as they did this year.
Returning ho was indeed a wise choice. If they had been in the army, the Lu Jiang couple and their kids would have had only a limited supply each month, nowhere near enough to accumulate dozens of pounds for the New Year.
Zhou Zhou quietly suggested, "Why not chop it into filling for dumplings to freeze? Anyti the kids crave it, we can cook a few bowls for them, or make so buns for their breakfast. They’re used to good living with their aunt and uncle and haven’t suffered much. Suddenly coming to our rural ho and eating plain food all the ti would be tough for them to handle."
Lu Erxiong, leaning against the door, laughed, "I heard that, big at buns!"
Cheng Baoguo and Wang Cuilan chuckled, "You sure have sharp ears, but you heard wrong. We’re not planning to make buns!"
"Then it must be dumplings, plain flour and at filling are the best!" Although he had a hearty lunch, Lu Erxiong still felt the hunger, his mouth watering!
Xibao dragged him away, "Dundun and Zhuangzhuang are studying, whereas you just play all day. Let’s go!"
Lu Erxiong couldn’t break free and looked pitifully at Cheng Baoguo and his wife, stretching out his arms.
"Third Grandpa, Third Grandma, save ! It’s so rare I don’t have school. Let rest for a few days first. I’m ready to listen to Grandpa Zhou and study hard!"
Wang Cuilan laughed, holding her belly, "You rested for many days on the train, now go study with your brother!"
Lu Erxiong’s temperant shouldn’t be indulged; the more he’s indulged, the more he pushes boundaries.
Other children are self-disciplined, but he always needed everyone’s reminders, always has.
Early the next morning, Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu returned to work, and the Lu Family suddenly felt a little quieter. Not really, because just Lu Erxiong was a lot of noise, but it felt that way.
Wang Cuilan and Zhou Zhou were at ho making dumplings, and Xibao, Ye Yan, and Fubao helped. Once the trays were filled, they took them to the yard to freeze.
As the Spring Festival approached, the weather grew colder. Icicles ford under the eaves, glittering in rows. Lu Erxiong couldn’t resist climbing up to snap a few as pretend weapons in his hands.
Just then, the sound of a gong rang outside.
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