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date="2021-11-16"

title="Chapter 115"

weight="147688"

series = ["Strict Wife of the ’70s Manages the Household"]

mode = "manual"

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In the blink of an eye, the autumn harvest is busy, and the public grain is paid, the surplus grain is distributed, and the grains are returned to the warehouse from every household. Entering September, the weather is cool, the men are busy growing wheat, but the women and children are relaxed again.

The propaganda team got busy. Lin Lan went to the county and commune to hold several meetings. At the same time, propaganda cadres from other communes and brigade came to learn from the experience. Fortunately, Dong Huaihua and Liu Chuncai helped to receive her, so she wouldn't be so tired.

Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival on September 9. This is not a big festival in the country, and the members do not celebrate it. Lin Lan thought that there was nothing to do in the ground, so she could make some delicious occasions to relax. It was also fun to go hiking and climbing, but the children had already started school and were not on holiday.

In the evening, Lin Lan came home from outside, and Wangwang and Xiaobai immediately ran over with their tails wagging, sniffing her legs, and making a cordial purr. Lin Lan rubbed the two of them with her leg, "Go play." She opened the door, and Little White jumped out immediately, but Wang Wang paced out without rush.

Lin Lan first took the scorched grass outside into the grass house. At this time, it was frosty and foggy, and the grass could easily get wet and not catch fire.

A few ducks heard her coming back, croaking and pecking at the flowers outside the fence.

Lin Lan hurried over to stop him when he saw, "Don't peck! I'll chop cabbage for you later." At this time, there were no fresh and tender wild vegetables for the ducks to eat, so I could only find them from her own vegetable garden.

She looked at the few flowers that were pecked by the ducks. It was a pity. These beautiful chrysanthemums were brought back by Han Qingsong.

In the autumn season, there are many flowers to admire. The chrysanthemums of various colors bloom elegantly and lively. There is also a bunch of Hundred Days Red next to it that is extremely eye-catching. It can be opened for more than three months, and it was given to her by Ren Hongxia. In addition, there are many seasonal flowers and plants such as cockscombs and bunches of red, all of which she has accumulated. The flowers and plants decorate the gray corners of the garden.

It's a pity for Lin Lan to see that a few chrysanthemums were broken, so I might as well make some chrysanthemum cakes. She simply used scissors to cut a few more chrysanthemums, and threatened the ducks with scissors, "Again, make you a duck head, duck neck, duck foot roast duck with sauce..."

"Quack" the ducks quickly turned and walked away.

At this time, Han Qingsong came back, just in time to see her bending over, holding scissors and making gestures with a few ducks.

Han Qingsong: "..."

Lin Lan was very happy to see him: "Brother, come back so early."

Han Qingsong parked the bicycle under the gatehouse, took out a few things from the basket, hid one hand behind him, and walked over to her with one hand.

Lin Lan saw that he had taken some sweet potatoes and said with a smile: "Brother, where are these sweet potatoes?"

Han Qingsong: "This is the flower I gave you."

flower?

Lin Lan chuckled and laughed, "Sweet potato flowers?"

Han Qingsong nodded, "It's sweet potato flowers. The flowers are blooming and very beautiful."

Lin Lan pursed her mouth and smiled: "Then I won't see it until the next year." Then, seeing his hands hidden behind her back, her eyes lit up suddenly. There were three very beautiful dahlias with big bowls, red as red. It's as hot as the fire, and there is no vulgarity at all, and the pink is also very fresh and beautiful.

Lin Lan's eyes widened in an instant, "Dahlia! So beautiful!" She naturally knows Dahlia, but she has never seen the underground part. It turns out that it is also called sweet potato flower.

Han Qingsong handed it to her, and took a pink one on her head, and found that the flower was bigger than her face and had to give up.

Lin Lan: "..."

She was very happy, holding the flowers and turning around, "Thank you for sending the flowers, Brother San."

Seeing her happily jumping for joy like a child, Han Qingsong felt that this trip was worthwhile.

"Can you still plant it now?" Lin Lan looked at the sweet potatoes.

Han Qingsong: "Find something to bury." The sweet potato flowers are still blooming brightly at this time. They will be dug out and stored in the cellar when it snows and freezes, and they will be planted in April next year.

Lin Lan was immediately cautious, "It must be put away, don't let the mouse chew it."

She went to find a big broken gourd, filled a few sweet potatoes with soil, and hid them in the cellar.

She took out the family wine bottle again, with a little white wine in it, filled it with water directly, inserted three dahlias, and went to the yard to cut a few bunches of red and the small flowers of the hundred-day red. In the wine bottle, it is bright and bright, and you can watch it for days and a half on the dinner table.

Han Qingsong came in and went out, thinking that this flower is very beautiful, so big and gorgeous, and better than all the wild flowers!

Looking at his slightly satisfied expression, Lin Lan didn't know what he was thinking. He thought he was really funny and jealous, but he restrained himself from showing it and didn't affect her work. He just looked for opportunities to please her.

Of course she was happy, it was his heart.

"Brother, help me make chrysanthemum cakes. It's the Double Ninth Festival tomorrow, so I can go hiking."

Han Qingsong: "I don't seem to be going to work tomorrow."

Lin Lan glanced at him, "You can go to work, and you don't have to go. The children don't have holidays."

"Let's go." He just decided.

Lin Lan didn't have the ready-made ingredients for chrysanthemum cakes, so she could only think of a way. She took the sweet potatoes and cut them into small pieces, and asked Han Qingsong to grind the sweet potato pulp. After the pulp settles, add sugar and a little salt, stir well, and then use the method of making cold skin.

She boils water, scalds the cleaned chrysanthemum petals and scalds them out for later use, and then cooks dinner in another pot.

When Han Qingsong is done, help her keep burning the fire. She puts the sweet potato paste in a tea tray, throws the chrysanthemum petals and stamens in, and steams them together. When they are cooked, the chrysanthemum cake is solidified. When the sweet potato freezes and solidifies, take it out and let it cool, pour it on a clean panel, and cut it into various shapes, such as a round shape with a wine cup button, a directly cut diamond shape, and so on.

She squeezed a piece and handed it to Han Qingsong: "Third brother, can you taste it?"

Just at this moment, Sanwang and Xiaowang ran in, "Mother, overjoyed, overjoyed...ah, what is delicious, mother?"

When Han Qingsong watched the child come back, Lin Lan wanted to take the chrysanthemum cake handed to his mouth back, so she held her hand and ate the chrysanthemum cake, chewed it, soft and glutinous, sweet and delicious, "delicious."

Lin Lan quickly withdrew her hand and greeted the children after school, "What a joy, you child, so exaggerated."

This reminded her of the exaggerated matchmakers in the TV series.

At this time, Mai Sui Erwang and Prosperous also came back. Even Prosperous was happy. They saw the beautiful dahlias on the dinner table, and they were very surprised.

Lin Lan: "Are there really good things?"

Erwang smiled, "Guess my mother."

Xiao Wang suddenly flashed his big eyes to remind Lin Lan silently.

Lin Lan looked at this, looked at that, and laughed, "I know, it must be you..."

"Yes, we won the prize for the composition! Haha." Sanwang yelled happily, but found that Lin Lan was laughing teasingly, "Wow, mother, you cheated."

Xiaowang: "Mother, do you make good food, what is this?"

Maisui hurried over to look, "Mother, it's so beautiful, what is this? And there are petals."

Sanwang turned his head and saw the dahlia on the table, exclaimed, "What a big chrysanthemum, it looks so beautiful, I haven't seen it yet."

Lin Lan: "This is called sweet potato flower. Father brought it back from outside." Well, it seems that dahlia should also be a kind of Compositae?

The children are so amazing, they have never seen it before.

Xiaowang: "Little brother, this is good for your daughter-in-law, and it's so good-looking that you can also bear sweet potatoes."

Sanwang: "That's not okay, this is for my mother and father."

Lin Lan quickly took out the chrysanthemum cake for the children to eat, while Er Wang and Mai Sui studied how this was done.

Dawang glanced at it and picked up a piece, softly not daring to pinch it hard, he hesitated to put it back, Sanwang already took his hand to his mouth, "Big Brother, you don't want to eat it for me."

Dawang immediately stuffed it into his mouth. It felt similar to eating vermicelli, but it was softer and sweeter.

Lin Lan saw that they all like to eat, so she gave them popular science on the Double Ninth Festival, "Tomorrow, Dad and I are going to climb high, you must go to school."

"Mother, I want to go too!" Sanwang was very excited, how could he not take us out to play.

Xiao Wang also looked at Lin Lan longingly.

Lin Lan insisted, "Now that the autumn break is over, it's time to study hard."

Mai Sui looked at Erwang and smiled. Erwang understood and said with a smile: "Tomorrow, ask the teacher if we should take us on a hike, and by the way, talk about the history and poetry of the Double Ninth Festival."

Although they didn't study history, they had Chinese classes, and Han Qingping would also lead them to recite poems.

Sanwang immediately said: "I know that I am a stranger in a foreign land alone, and I miss my relatives every festive season. That's right. Hehe."

Xiaowang: "I will too. When the Double Ninth Day comes, I will get chrysanthemums." He doesn't know how to do it, but the simple one is okay.

Mai Sui and Er Wang each also said two poems to suit the occasion.

Then everyone watched Dawang together.

Dawang, who was holding the chrysanthemum cake and putting it in his mouth: "..." What do you think of me?

Lin Lan: "Big Brother, as long as it has something to do with the Double Ninth Festival, Climbing, September, and Chrysanthemum." Relax the boundaries for Big Brother.

Dawang stuffed the chrysanthemum cake into his mouth and chewed twice. After the tip of his tongue rolled the sweet and soft taste into his abdomen, he said, "Cake the chrysanthemum under the eastern fence, and see Nanshan leisurely."

"Ah, why didn't I expect it to be so simple!" Sanwang was annoyed, "I remember it too."

Xiaowang immediately went to the bookshelf and flipped through the three hundred Tang Poems of their family, but could not find this one.

Lin Lan turned to look at Han Qingsong. Han Qingsong immediately watched his nose and mouth and cared. He didn't know how to recite poems.

Lin Lan didn't find it difficult for him, so she asked the children about the award-winning composition.

Han Qingsong faintly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiaowang: "Mother, the eldest brother is amazing. He won the second prize in the county."

Lin Lan was very surprised, "Big Brother is great!"

Dawang: ...Generally, count down at home.

Lin Lan looked at Mai Sui and Erwang again, but Sanwang took her by the hand, "Mother, why don't you ask me?"

Lin Lan: "Huh, did you also participate?"

Don’t the lower grades not participate?

Sanwang proudly said: "The teacher said that I wrote well and took it for me."

Lin Lan curiously asked, "Then...how many prizes did you get?"

The children laughed, but Da Wang's expression was very serious. Lin Lan thought for a moment, and said in surprise: "Little brother, you can do it, the second prize or the first prize?"

Sanwang immediately took out the prize, which turned out to be a hero pen.

Lin Lan: "Little brother, you can do it, and you can still get a pen by yourself." Although it is an ordinary pen, it is not ordinary at this time. It is a status symbol, and ordinary students don't have it.

She looked at Dawang, "What is the prize for Big Brother?"

Dawang took out a 32-open thick notebook from his bag.

Lin Lan praised: "It's not bad, it's great, it's such a big book."

Da Wangsai gave it to her, "Here you are."

Lin Lan immediately stared, "Brother, really give it to me? Really? Then I'm not welcome." Although she has a lot of them, it was given by the eldest son, which has a different meaning.

Dawang: "I don't use it anyway."

Lin Lan laughed and asked Mai Sui and Erwang again.

Mai Sui smiled and said, "Mother, we are the second prize."

"Second prize?" Lin Lan didn't believe it. "No, my third brother is the first prize. Why do you both get the special prize."

Erwang explained: "Mother, we are from the region."

"Wow!" Lin Lan exclaimed and turned to Han Qingsong and said, "Brother, have you heard?"

What a pleasant surprise.

Han Qingsong also nodded, "Very good." There is no one more word.

Lin Lan: "..." Would you say that they are good?

Mai Sui and Erwang both issued exquisite Yongsheng brand iridium fountain pens. At this time, they were high-end fountain pens.

The two of them also gave Lin Lan the fountain pen. What they had used to doing was Lin Lan's prize.

Lin Lan smiled; "You keep it and use it when you go to junior high and high school in the future." She was really happy, holding the notebook and said happily: "Our family is so amazing, all of them are cultural people who insert pens. Woolen cloth."

In the rural brigade, the brigade secretary, accountant, and elementary school teacher would insert pens, but the others basically didn't. Wearing clothes with four pockets and inserting a pen is very enviable at this time. If you wear leather shoes again, you are not a small cadre.

They don't need pens except Xiaowang, and everyone else already has pens. It's really amazing.

Sanwang: "Mother, can I use a pen in the future?"

Lin Lan: "The teacher asked you to use it?" Sanwang wrote very hard, and the pencil was so black that he changed a lot now, but at this time the quality of ordinary pens is not good and water will leak. He is so strong, it is estimated that he can write. It will be a little troublesome.

Sanwang: "The teacher told me to use it again in the fourth grade."

"Then wait another year. The pen won't break anyway, just leave it."

Sanwang thought for a while, "Then I will give it to Dad." Maybe Dad will give him a better one in the coming year.

Han Qingsong took it, "Okay."

Lin Lan smiled secretly, your kid made a kid's idea, but didn't know that your father was a hairless man, so don't want to come back if you give it to him.

Because the children won the prize, Lin Lan was very happy, "Come on, what do you want." The children won the prize more happily than her own.

A few children murmured that if they were going out to play tomorrow, they could find a teacher. For meat and fish, they had to see if there was a ticket or not. They had pocket money. Others... Soon the children had a decision.

Xiaowang: "Mother, we want to eat the canned hawthorn you made."

Lin Lan fully agreed. Although the materials are not abundant, she is willing to spend her time and effort. She has sold canned food, hawthorn cakes, and fruit tannins for her children.

The children hurriedly helped, take out the hawthorn and wash it, using a clean and useless ballpoint pen tube, poke the two ends of the hawthorn in to remove the nucleus. Then pour cold water into the casserole, add a certain proportion of rock sugar and white sugar, boil over medium heat and low heat. When it becomes viscous, put the hawthorn in it and boil it for a while, then put it down and put it aside.

When it cools down, the canned hawthorn is sweet and sour.

Because there is no preservative, it must be eaten as soon as possible in a canned bottle, not for a long time.

At this time, sugar is not easy to get, and there is no shortage of hawthorns. Dawang brought back a lot from Lin Mei's house. When it was done, Maisui sent Fan Xiao, Shen Yu, and Gumi some to taste, and the rest of the children served as snacks.

On the second day of Double Ninth Festival, the children persuaded Han Qingping to take them out for a hike. Some children refused to go. Their parents felt that since they were not going to school, they would work at home. So Lin Lan and his wife accompanied the teacher and the children to climb Pingdingshan. The highest point of Pingding Mountain is only more than 100 meters above sea level, and the upper part seems to be cut off, so it is called Pingding Mountain. There are no trees on the mountain either. They are all dry rocks and loess, and there are some low bushes. There is really nothing to look at.

But for children who lack the means of entertainment, it is very interesting in itself to have classmates play games with them during the Double Ninth Festival.

After the Double Ninth Festival, there were two autumn rains, and layers of coolness hit, and Mu Qiu's breath became stronger and stronger. The leaves are falling, the branches are lonely, and there is no obstruction of leaves, so the line of sight is unobstructed, and it is easy to have an intimate view with the distance.

This afternoon, Lin Lan was invited by the brigade to a cadre meeting.

Although she has always felt that she is not an official cadre of the brigade, the brigade has actually regarded her as a member. Now she is in charge of the publicity of Shanzui Village and even the Shanshui Commune, but she herself does not have the celebrity awareness.

The team secretary, team leader, accountant, and production team leaders attended the meeting.

Han Yongfang's meeting was also simple and rude, without the slightest preparation, he threw a small bomb directly, "I have been thinking about it for a long time, and we will also have a sideline for the brigade."

Unprepared, they were taken aback and asked about their sideline.

Han Yongfang: "Make soap first."

"Soap?" Someone was puzzled, "Secretary, we don't need it."

"This is not to grind tofu to feed your own people. This is a sideline. It is made to change fertilizers and pesticides." Han Yongfang has that political consciousness and will never say that it is for making money, but for farming. Everything is for the better. Farm land for food.

In this way, there is no reason for others to refuse, and indeed they should consider it. Their brigade has no sideline business, and cash money is rarely used to sell food every time they want to do anything.

The captain didn't have any thoughts, so he said a few words casually, "Lin Lan said a few words."

Lin Lan: "..." Why is it me? I'm just the leader of the propaganda team.

She thought for a while, "I support, but do we have a technician?"

Han Yongfang: "This can absorb educated youths, and Shen Zhiqing understands some so that he can join the technical team."

Lin Lan nodded, this is feasible.

Han Yongfang said again: "Erwang is also good, if he has time, let him come and help."

Lin Lan: "The secretary, Erwang is still young."

"The ability does not depend on age. Some people are a waste of food if they live a hundred years old."

Lin Lan agreed.

Han Yongfang also recruited people into the group and took their respective responsibilities. He was the general team leader, and the team leader was the deputy team leader and concurrently the production team leader. He listened to the arrangements of the technical team.

"Lin Lan is the leader of the technical team, the deputy team leader..." He looked at Lin Lan: "Just let Shen Zhiqing, the deputy team leader?"

Lin Lan: "The secretary, I don't understand technology, it's inappropriate for me to be the team leader."

Captain: "The leader has a high job score."

Lin Lan: "Okay." I am.

Anyway, the team leader signed it, and the deputy team leader did the work.

The author has something to say: Lin Lan: Once the iceberg gets hot, it is very easy to enter the love period.However, I refuse to put flowers on my head!It's still so big!