When Xylophone returned home, Mao Sheng had already prepared a large pot of steaming noodles. Zhong'er and Xingzi vigorously picked up the garlic, and there was already a big bowl full.

Xylophone asked, why didn't you cook ginger soup?

Mao Sheng replied that there was no ginger at home. Eating more garlic and noodles can also make you feel cold.

There is really no ginger left in the house. Maosheng also asked Zhong'er to go to the neighbors to borrow it, but there was none. Families are not extravagant enough to spend limited money to buy spices such as pepper and ginger in order to improve their diet. The little ginger in her house was still asked for by the canteen master when Xylophone went to a meeting in the commune for dinner.

Xylophone was a little displeased, but didn't say anything. She asked Technician Qin with concern what was going on. Technician Qin, who was sitting at the entrance of the stove hall and wrapped in a yellow military coat, smiled, snorted and said, It's okay, it's much better.

By this time, Mao Sheng had already brought the noodles to the table. A thick smell of heat suddenly filled the room. In the cold wind whistling outside the house, it makes people feel the warmth and comfort of home.

After Muqin brought a large bowl of noodles stirred with thick garlic foam to Technician Qin, and served it to Maosheng and himself, Jing'er and a few cubs hurriedly started to grab the noodles in their bowls.

After a year of hard work, even though the family has plenty of food, it is not enough to eat pasta regularly. Especially on this cold day, the aroma of noodles has already caused the stomach and intestines that lack oil and vinegar to burn and shrink and scream. Jing'er muttered quietly, I'm fighting. Both Zhong'er and Xingzi are worried about the possible consequences of Jing'er's thoughts. As a result, this scramble has a fierce intensity that has been accumulating strength for a long time and suddenly bursts out. It wasn't until Maosheng glared fiercely at Jing'er, who was as undignified as a hungry ghost in front of the guests, that this embarrassing behavior changed slightly.

In the blink of an eye, a large basin of dry noodles had long since disappeared. As a result, Jing'er poured the last bit of leftover soup into his stomach and burped with satisfaction. Zhong'er's belly was bulging like a ball. When you move a little, you get a dull ache. Perhaps, Xingzi and Zhong'er have the same feelings. Xingzi was clumsy when he was hunched over, and it is estimated that his stomach was also bulging into a ball.

The family was reluctant to move, lazily leaning on the stool, listening to the xylophone and Technician Qin talking about the many aspects of forest management and the division of labor of personnel. Mao Sheng sat quietly on the sidelines, smoking dry tobacco with taste. There is a warm atmosphere in the room, which gives people a sense of stability and happiness.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the house, and the full moon sucked in and pushed the door in. Xylophone hurriedly got up and gave up his seat.

Full Moon sat down and asked, have you cooked ginger soup for Technician Qin. After learning that there was no, she said again, where is this, the people in the city are delicate and delicate, how can they resist the cold air blowing in the mountains.

Technician Qin smiled and said, how can it be so delicate, it will be much better this time.

Full Moon Road, be careful. I still have a few pieces of ginger at home. After a while, I'll bring it to you to cook a bowl and drink, and it's okay to keep it.

Technician Qin hurriedly said no, so he got up and said goodbye, and went to the West Courtyard with Jing'er.

The full moon and the xylophone are rippling again. She said that how good the meeting was today, it was all in the eyes of everyone. It's also well arranged, and I haven't heard anyone say anything about it. Xylophone knew that she had nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace. Here it is, there must be something. Just waiting for her to speak.

Sure enough, after chatting for a while, Full Moon whispered, his aunt, I don't know how to say something.

Xylophone hurriedly replied, if you have anything to say, just say it.

Full Moon twisted a little and said, My Zhu'er, this cub, will cry and wipe away tears with me when he comes home, I don't want to join the science and technology group with Jing'er and them to learn some skills. I pondered, although Zhu'er only went to junior high school for a few days, he insisted that the poor family would be dragged down, and he would go back before he finished school. But he's a junior high school student anyway. Let him learn from Technician Qin, okay.

Xylophone brushed his hair in embarrassment and didn't speak for a long time. There was a moment of silence in the room. The xylophone's expression embarrassed the full moon.

The full moon stared at the xylophone like a pug looking up at its master and begging for a bone. She held her lips for a long time, but she was still very careful, and said softly, his aunt, just pity us and my mother. Xigui went, and the pillars of the family were counting on the pillars. When the pillar enters, he will do it with you. If you tell him to stand, he will not dare to squat.

Xylophone sighed and said, his aunt, it's not that I shouldn't, it's that I'm afraid everyone shouldn't. Today's meeting has been decided, and after a meal, I changed my hexagram again, so let's see us. This matter of the forest, everyone is still confused. If we have to make a fork again, who knows what will happen in the future. I also thought about Zhu'er at the beginning, but I thought he was still a little younger, so I didn't decide on him. In a few days, when things are clear and people are needed, I'll let Zhu'er in first, okay.

Full Moon bowed her head in disappointment. She tugged at the placket of her clothes with her cracked black hand, and said quietly, his aunt, my mother and I can rely on you. If it doesn't work, it's just in your words. There's really no way for me to do it. Before the words fell, a teardrop the size of a bean rolled down the dirty placket of the color that could no longer be seen.