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Such a big sack carrying down the mountain is really a bit eye-catching.

Qingling stuffed a few flower discs with stems removed into the back basket, but she couldn't stuff them, so she stayed in the cave for the time being.

Taking advantage of the fact that there are few villagers who have not yet gone out of the farm and entered the foot of the mountain, she plans to go up the mountain once a day in the past few days to see what is ripe, and find a rest day to go to the purchase station to sell a batch. It's time to prepare for the cat winter.

When I went down the mountain, I didn't forget to pick osmanthus. Last night, I temporarily sewed a small cloth pocket for osmanthus flowers, and sewed an elastic band at the mouth of the pocket, and when it was full, the mouth of the pocket was closed. The osmanthus in it will not fall out.

The next thing to worry about is to expose this matter.

The things that I carried back from the mountains these two days need to be dried.

Chrysanthemums need to be cleaned, steamed, and dried before they can be brewed.

Osmanthus does not need to be washed, but it needs to be salted overnight, and the next day the pickled water is poured out and left in the sun to dry until it is semi-dry, and you can make candied osmanthus.

On the contrary, it is the osmanthus that makes sachets, which does not need to be dried under the sun, and can be dried in the shade in a ventilated place.

Sunflower seeds are the easiest and can be dried directly.

But there are fence walls in front of and behind the house, and passers-by can see what is drying in the yard at a glance.

Every household will dry the vegetables, and everyone will not blush when they see it, at most muttering a few words Why does this family dry so much, don't you usually eat vegetables?

Suddenly a rare species appeared, and there were so many in the sun, God knows what would happen.

and Mrs. Shu, if she knew that she had sunflower seeds at home, she would definitely come to the door to ask for them.

If you come to ask for it or not, you will not be told that you are not filial, and you will feel uncomfortable if you don't give it.

As she was worried, a rabbit scurried across the grass at her feet, startling her. She came back to her senses and clapped her hands, oh she forgot the trap!

Now I don't care about the problem of how to dry it, and I go straight to the trap in a hurry.

It's a pity that this trip didn't get anything, maybe there were, but I just ran away.

The trap also needs to be maintained, and if you don't take care of it for a long time, it will be windy and rainy, and the soil and rocks around the trap will easily collapse. The little thing that stumbles and falls into it can escape with little effort.

Qingling simply strengthened the trap and waited for the next trip to have a harvest.

When reinforcing it, with the trap that Xiang Gang dug, Qingling thought of an excellent place that was convenient for drying things and not easy to be discovered, that was Xiang Gang's home.

The front yard of his house is a solid wall of adobe, and the gate of the courtyard is also a solid wooden door. After it is closed, unless it is like Ergouzi's group of bear children climbing the wall, no one knows what is drying in the yard. Now that I have negotiated with Ergouzi, I will ask them to help after the farm is busy and the dates can be eaten, and I don't think I will come to the wall for no reason on weekdays.

The fly in the ointment is that the yard is not big, far less spacious than the front yard of her house, but fortunately, it should be enough to spread a few mats to dry sunflower seeds.

In the next few days, the villagers were busy with the second half of the autumn harvest, and Qingling moved in and out like hamsters, drying long and short.

At this time, I was very fortunate to have raised two chickens for Xiang Gang, and by feeding the chickens, I went to his house twice a day, once before work and once after work. In fact, feeding chickens is only incidental, and drying sunflower seeds, chrysanthemums, and osmanthus is the main job.

Occasionally, when I met a villager, the other party asked, "Are you going to Gangzi's house again?"

Qingling smiled shyly and nodded. No one suspected that there was something drying in the yard of Xiang's house.

Just going out early and returning late, hard and happily busy.

Until the production team collected the last few baskets of cotton into the warehouse, the winter wheat was planted in the field as planned, and the sunflower seeds that Qingling held in and out every day were also dried and bagged.

Keep enough food at home and take out the ones to be sent to Xiang Gang and Senior Brother, and the rest of Qingling plans to go to the acquisition station to exchange money.

It just so happens that after the autumn harvest, the grain will be divided, and the cotton will also be divided, so I will go to the county seat to see where I can play the quilt core, and the big quilt for the winter has not yet landed.

After the autumn harvest, there are many things, in addition to late rice, corn, wheat, sorghum and other coarse and fine rations, there are also cotton, sweet potatoes, peanuts, potatoes, etc.

It's time for the straw to be distributed. The production team has set aside enough for the winter to add warming sheds to the livestock and burn the fire, and the rest must be distributed to the members. If the roof of the house is leaking, or there is not enough firewood for winter, straw is needed.

As for the cabbage and radish, they have to wait until the winter moon is harvested before they are divided.

The money should be sold to the supply and marketing cooperatives for livestock and other categories, and the "three mentions and five unifications" (i.e., provident fund, public welfare fund, and management fee) stipulated in the policy should be retained, as well as fund-raising funds, and the entertainment expenses of the brigade visitors, and the corresponding expenses such as pesticides and fertilizers needed in the coming year should be deducted, and the rest will be net income, which will be distributed to members according to their work.

It can be said that the long and short points after the autumn harvest are definitely the most anticipated days of the year for the members, and they are more exciting than the New Year.

Since every household was looking forward to this day, and the commune cadres were not ambiguous, the day after the autumn harvest ended, they organized the strong labor of the production team to bring the by-products such as public grain and cotton that needed to be handed over this year to the supply and marketing cooperatives.

After handing over the public rations and keeping enough seeds for the next year's budget, the rest will be distributed among the members.

It is still in the barnyard, still the same as during the summer harvest, and the two production teams on the left and right are working one after another, weighing them, and happily carrying them home......

On such a day of laughter and laughter, the postman carried a green postal bag and came to Yanqi Commune to deliver a letter.

There are basically only a few people who have letters, and among them, the educated youths have received the most times, and everyone has long been surprised.

However, to the surprise of the melon-eating masses, everyone else had one letter this time, but Qingling received three at once.

"It's all just a son?" Zhang Youkang glanced at the letter in the apprentice's hand, and saw that the sending address was all from the provincial capital of Unit 713, and he was puzzled, "Why do you send three letters at a time? Is there something urgent? Then why don't you send a telegram, how slow is the ordinary letter." ”

Qingling didn't know what was going on, and it wasn't her turn to divide the food left and right, so she simply stepped aside to read the letter.

This look, laughing and crying.

Dare to feel Xiang Gang thought that she was angry, and it didn't matter if she didn't include a letter in the package she sent, but the letters he sent were not replied to, and the matter was a big deal.

After a few nights of turning around a thousand times, I cheekily wrote another one. Soon after the second letter was sent, the radio ticket for the help of the trustee arrived, and it could have been sent directly to the secretary or the president, but he wanted to send it to her, and then bothered her to hand it over, and in the end, he said that he would also find a way to get the radio for the bride price, and he must not wronged her.

What did she complain about? It wasn't as good as he thought it would be.

Taking advantage of the fact that the postman didn't leave, Qingling glared at the uncle, obviously there was a letter but he didn't send it, what kind of heart did he have!