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Chapter 267: Those Years in the Great Northern Wilderness (103)

After the autumn rain, the air is filled with the smell of earth.

Song Jinhan grabbed a handful of soil from the field and rubbed it with his fingers. "The soil is getting colder and colder. Frost may fall at any time."

Frost? Then you need to prepare early.

On the way home, Yun Tinglan joked with him, "You are becoming more and more like an agricultural expert now."

Song Jinhan wiped his hands clean and pinched the back of her hand lovingly. Hearing her say that, why did he feel so pitiful?

It's unexpectedly fallen to this point.

The two of them returned home in a cuddly manner. Xu Jianmin had already returned. Song Jinhan was just about to talk to him about the early frost period, but Xu Jianmin frowned and asked first, "Is this frost period...going to be advanced?"

Song Jinhan nodded, "I guess we need to get some corn stalks to fight the frost in the next two days."

Okay, leave this to him. He ordered each battalion and company to pull the straw to the edge of the field, take turns guarding the edge of the field, and be ready to make fire at any time to resist the frost.

Sure enough, frost really came that evening.

As the gentian burned, thick smoke filled the entire island and destroyed the formation of frost. This was the wisdom of our ancestors. Everyone looked at the thousands of acres of fertile fields with satisfaction, knowing that the buckwheat in the fields had finally been saved.

In order to survive the frost, everyone was very busy for a period of time afterwards, but the result was gratifying, with a bumper harvest of buckwheat.

There are some requirements for harvesting buckwheat. You need to choose a cloudy day or early morning when the dew has not dried yet to harvest the buckwheat to prevent losses caused by falling grains.

In order to reduce grain falling in the field and promote the ripening of grains, the buckwheat was harvested this time by first using a reaper, then manually tied up and left in the field for eight days. A thresher was used to thresh the grains only after all the immature grains were mature.

Buckwheat has an average yield of 168 kilograms per mu, which is a very low yield even in a bumper harvest. But even with this fatal flaw, it can be used as a famine relief food because of its short growth cycle. There is a saying that "among the five grains, buckwheat is the king", and it is considered the last food guarantee for people.

Yun Tinglan's family of six received 300 kilograms of buckwheat, and an additional 500 kilograms of buckwheat as compensation after the corn was confiscated.

The twins looked at so much buckwheat and felt worried. “Oh, how long will it take for us to eat such bitter buckwheat?” They felt a toothache when they thought of the hard buckwheat buns in the cafeteria.

“There is no inedible food, only people who don’t know how to eat it.” In Lingxi’s recipe book, there are many ways to eat buckwheat.

Lingxi said she wanted to make a buckwheat feast in the evening, but the two children refused. However, every household eats buckwheat now, and even the cafeteria eats buckwheat for every meal.

Don't eat? That means you're not hungry. Look at how many people out there want to eat but have nothing to eat. They drink porridge and eat steamed buns with vegetables every day to fill their stomachs.

When they saw the table full of various kinds of food, the two children sniffed the aroma and drooled greedily.

The transparent steamed bun made from buckwheat flour was soft, flexible and slightly crispy, with a slight sweet aftertaste. Yian squinted his eyes and nodded, saying it tasted okay.

"Is this a donut?" Yining took a bite of the fried doughnut and his eyes lit up.

Yian picked up another piece of cat ears with chopsticks, boiled it in water and stir-fried it with vegetables. It tasted smooth and delicious.

Xu Jianmin ate the noodles in big mouthfuls, and after swallowing them, he asked, "They seem to be different from the noodles in the cafeteria?"

The method is different. This is noodle soup, which is chewier.

Song Jinhan ate a mixed-grain meal of rice and buckwheat, and then took a bite of pork stewed with vermicelli. It had a strong flavor of homely food, yet was also comfortable and cozy.

Yun Tinglan ate "Laolao", a buckwheat jelly.

Use a special flower knife to gently twist the jelly and scrape it into long strips. The jelly is crystal clear and has a smooth taste. Pour the sauce on it and it tastes delicious.

Next to it is a bowl of "shaved noodles" cut into pieces with a knife, which have a chewy and tender texture. The difference in shape between the two also creates a subtle difference in taste.

"It's delicious. We can eat like this every day." Yi An touched his stomach, and seeing that his mother obviously couldn't finish the food, he sighed, "Mom, this is not good. It's a waste of food." As he said this, he concealed the joy in his eyes and wanted to take the food and eat it himself with a wronged look.

With one hand, he took the bowl in front of his mother and finished the remaining half plate of "Gua Gua" and "Pi Pi" with the bowl.

Yining smiled secretly.

Yi An pursed his lips. His father was so annoying that he went to complain to his mother.

Her mother tried to smooth things over, "It's hard to digest if you eat too much at night. If you want to eat, you can do it tomorrow."

No matter what, it is always a happy occasion to distribute food, especially in years of famine when no one has enough to eat, and people in the regiment can get life-saving food a second time, which is comparable to the Chinese New Year.

The first snow falls in such a festive atmosphere.

The bigger good news is that the building has been completed, there are loud gongs and drums, lively carnival, and the flying snowflakes in the sky can't dampen everyone's enthusiasm at all.

Everyone packed their luggage and moved into their new home.

The houses are all 39 square meters in area and have two layouts: one is one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. The other is two bedrooms and one living room, but there is no separate bathroom, so you have to go to the large bathroom to wash.

Each has its own advantages and disadvantages. You can choose the one you need. After choosing, draw lots. Whichever floor and position you draw counts.

These had already been allocated before the building was built.

Seeing others move into new homes, the two children were so jealous that they asked as soon as they got home, "When can we live in a building?"

The couple looked at each other and said goodbye, with resistance in their eyes. The pigeon cage was inconvenient and had no heating. It could freeze someone to death when it was cold.

It is still more comfortable to live in the small courtyard. With the heating on, it is not cold even if you wear thin clothes and move around indoors.

The two children were lying on the kang table doing their homework, Yun Tinglan and Lingxi were winding wool, Song Jinhan and Xu Jianmin were pointing at the map on the wall and talking about the follow-up plans.

Sister Tan lifted the door curtain, walked in, and brushed off the thick snow on her body.

Yi'an's face changed when he saw the visitor coming. He subtly covered the fried peanuts in the bowl with a book, for fear that the leader would change his face and give them a political lesson on "hardship and simplicity" on the spot.

Sister Tan didn't see it at all. As soon as she came in, she asked Xu Jianmin, "Old Xu, did you approve Zhao Jianshe's admission to the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University?"

Xu Jianmin's brows relaxed, thinking that he had offended this person again. He nodded truthfully, "The night before yesterday, four educated youths did not know the seriousness of the situation and secretly broke the ice to fish. As a result, the ice broke and the four fell into it. It was Zhao Jianshe who was on guard who found them and jumped off the ice to save them."

Yun Tinglan echoed, "The four educated youth were in very bad condition at the time. Their bodies were frozen stiff, and one of them was in shock. Zhao Jianshe was even more seriously injured. He was still in a coma when I came back."

Based on this point alone, Zhao Jianshe should be given the quota.

Xu Jianmin handed her a cup of hot tea and said, "Sister Tan, is there something wrong with Zhao Jianshe?"

Could it be that someone had written a report to smear Zhao Jianshe? He was used to such things. Every year, there would be a commotion over the issue of returning to the city and the number of places for the workers, peasants and soldiers in the university.

Sister Tan shook her head. "That's not the case. I've learned about that young man. He's a member of the working class. He works hard and studies actively. He risked his life to save people this time. He's a good comrade. But giving him a university place... isn't it inappropriate?"