The years of red flags

Chapter 69

Sure enough, Zheng Tong still asked for a few steamed buns with a shy face, and fought for the three delicacies that Jiang Hua wanted, and swallowed the steamed buns with a stiff neck.

"Are you all right?"

Jiang Hua asked, why do these words feel so familiar? Damn, isn't this the advertising slogan of Da Mi Mi? It doesn't feel like that when you say it out of your own mouth.

Zheng Tong waved his hand: "It's okay, buddy can still bear it."

Jiang Hua walked in front and said: "Let's go then, walk more to help you digest food, and if you catch something good, you will eat it desperately. If you come out, you won't plan to go back alive."

He led Zheng Tong around the county town. For half an hour, Zheng Tong felt less stressed, and his walking posture changed. He kept his head up just now, for fear that the noble head would be lowered. It will pour out the oil and water in the stomach.

Zheng Tong said happily: "It's much better, I'm finally alive. Wait a minute, isn't this the post office?"

"You have to send a letter!"

Zheng Tong shook his head and said, "Buy some stamps, I can use them anyway, and I also like to collect them."

"Well, I'll buy some too."

Zheng Tong bought a dozen or so stamps, all of which were ordinary goods.

Jiang Hua asked the staff: "Comrade, do you have a book called Mountains and Rivers, which was released last year?"
"Yes, there are two full editions, and none of them have been sold yet. We have to sell the previous ones first."

Jiang Hua was overjoyed, even if they don't collect stamps, many people know the name of this stamp, because in later generations, this thing is too valuable.

Jiang Hua hurriedly said, "I want it all."

As soon as they said they wanted it all, the staff looked at Jiang Hua suspiciously and asked, "Why do you want so much, are you planning to speculate?"

"Are you kidding? Stamps are speculative. Who are you selling them to? You can buy them at the post office. Who will buy them from me? It's not a shortage item."

"Then you like it, how do you say that, oh yes, it's stamp collecting?"

Both Jiang Hua and Zheng Tong nodded, this guy was relieved now, Yu Shu said in a low voice: "Two editions of 20 sheets, [-] yuan."

Jiang Hua hurriedly took out 20 yuan and handed it over. The guy walked to the back for a while before coming out, holding two editions of red stamps and handing it to Jiang Hua.

Zheng Tong looked down at the stamps, and suddenly said: "Hey, that's not right, your stamps are eight cents a piece, and one hundred stamps are only eight yuan. You want us twenty."

"What are you shouting about!" the guy said in a low voice, looking around at the same time, "What are you talking about, the issue of this stamp has been stopped for half a day, we handed in most of it, and only two pages are kept, only twenty, don't let it go. "

After hearing that the stamps were issued for a long time, they called a stop. Zheng Tong immediately knew that there must be a problem with the stamps. Such wrong stamps have always been extremely precious, so he immediately shut up.

"You are quite sensible, otherwise I wouldn't sell it to you."

The two walked out of the post office, and Zheng Tong said enviously: "Brother Hua, you got a big deal this time, and nine out of ten of these are wrong tickets, which are rare."

Jiang Hua also said happily: "It is indeed a wrong ticket, and the map is wrongly drawn. I have heard about it a long time ago, but I have never encountered it in the capital. I didn't expect that there are two editions hidden here."

It was no surprise to buy baby chickens. With double letters of introduction from the village and the Educated Youth Office, Jiang Hua easily bought fifty baby chickens and put them in the bamboo baskets prepared in advance. Zheng Tong carried them on his back. many.

A large basket of baby chickens was placed in the yard, and three girls were fighting and playing with the baby chickens around the bamboo basket, but none of the girls could yell coquettishly, "Wow, so cute."

Jiang Biyun and the other two girls looked at each other thoughtfully, and then volunteered: "These chickens belong to our girls, but we don't know what to do with your earthworm."

Jiang Hua slapped his hands and said, "That's just right. I'm going to say something to persuade you to keep them. You girls are more careful, and these chickens are still small, so it's suitable for you to raise them. As for how to deal with the earthworm, it's up to us men to prepare."

The two sides hit it off immediately. Jianghua used barbed wire one by one like a sieve to break up the compost and sieve it again. He washed the earthworms out of the sieve, boiled them, dried them, and pounded them into powder with a stone mortar. They should have been stone-milled. , but the stone mill was used to grind grain, everyone was unanimously opposed, so I specially found a stone mortar, and the effect was the same.

Chickens should be quite satisfied with this high-protein feed, and it tastes delicious.

The way Zhong Yuemin looked at the chicken was a bit strange, it seemed to be glowing green, he was like a beast, the chicken didn't even weigh a few taels, and his gluttony committed a crime.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the kang is burning in the house. Fortunately, with the careful care of the girls, no chicks have died tragically in the cold winter.

Time flies, time flies, everyone has left the capital for half a year, everyone is a little depressed, they are all raised by their biological parents, how could they not miss home.

Jiang Hua, who has eyes and ears, can often hear the girls crying in a low voice, and the three girls cheering each other up, but they can only pretend not to hear, and usually try to give everyone a smiling face to make them feel better.

When homesickness is strong, everyone can only lie on the kang to write home letters. At this time, communication is not developed, and the fastest communication methods are telephone and telegram. Obviously, these are not affordable consumption for educated young people.

Everyone was writing letters, but Zhong Yuemin was the only one who was hiding under the covers with a book How Steel Was Tempered, not at all gloomy like the others.

Zheng Tong raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Yuemin and asked: "Yuemin, don't you miss home, don't you feel nostalgia at all?"

Jiang Hua raised his head and said, "Zhong Yuemin's current state can be described in six words."

"Which six words?"

Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Happy here, don't miss Shu!"

"Hahahaha." Everyone is an educated young man, and he must know the allusion of the empress of Shu, so he couldn't help but be amused.

In fact, Zhong Yuemin has been secretly paying attention to this side, so he naturally heard Jiang Hua's words, put the book down and scolded: "Fuck you, you are Liu Adou, you have to be Zhao Zilong with the white horse and silver spear, as long as you are so energetic. .”

"Stop insulting Zhao Zilong, how are you and Qin Ling doing? Tell the brothers today, and let us relieve our boredom."

Zhong Yuemin picked up the novel again, and said arrogantly: "Can I tell you this? You bachelors are not afraid of being stimulated. If you want to relieve boredom, go play with your friends."

"Fuck you."

Qin Ling didn't irritate everyone, but Zhong Yuemin's words really put a knife in people's hearts, which immediately aroused public outrage.

　It is said that my data is getting better and better, and I have been notified that the second round of recommendation is coming. It is all thanks to your help. I am very grateful. The elders of Jiangshan can tolerate me, and I will not make money in the world. Thank you.

　　Ask for monthly tickets and tips.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)