Chapter 9 Dormitory for Singles

Sister Geng glanced at her calm-eyed sister, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" Go back to the dormitory and eat first, you can't be hungry in the cold." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Then, I'll find someone to buy a train ticket for you, and you still have to bring money and food stamps......"

The mother and daughter looked at each other, they completely ignored these, and they really didn't know much about the rules of this era.

The two obediently followed Sister Geng to the single dormitory, listening to Sister Geng's nagging along the way, and interjecting from time to time: "Aunt Geng, I have five catties of food stamps in my pocket, but they are from Ji Province, is it not necessary to use them in Liao Province?"

"Yes, most of the food stamps in our hands are local food stamps, and of course the food stamps in Ji Province cannot be used in Liao Province. Oh! Your father's army is in Liao Province, so just use him. ā€

The mother and daughter smiled, but neither answered.

Soon, the three of them walked into the single dormitory area, the first half of which was a three-story building in a straight row.

Sister Geng looked at Song Yiyi, who was curious, and took the initiative to introduce: "In the dormitory in this kind of building, there are four people living in one room, and most of them are unmarried young people. She pointed to the bungalow in the back: "Your mother and I live in the bungalow at the back, where there is a room for two people, there is a kitchen, and most of them are family members. However, there is a kang in the bungalow, and the stove needs to be burned, which is a bit troublesome. ā€

As she spoke, Song Yiyi followed into the bungalow on the third trip, and watched Sister Geng open the lock on the door of the fifth room: "Your mother and I live in this room, hehe." ā€

As soon as Song Yiyi entered the door, she smelled the fragrance of meat and bones, and she swept her eyes and saw a steaming cauldron sitting on the stove, and the wall opposite the stove was filled with cupboards, cutting boards and kitchen knives, and this was the kitchen.

"Yiyi, first take off the smock, the room is warm, sweating uncomfortable. Sister Geng's voice came from the back room.

"Here we are. Song Yi responded and walked into the back room. She took off her gown and looked at it. This is supposed to be a bedroom, a place to sleep. Half of the room is covered with a kang head, which is only separated by a wall from the stove in the kitchen, and at the end of the kang are two large wooden boxes placed side by side, with two folded bedding stacked on the inside of the kang. The area of the fire kang is five meters long and two meters wide, and if only two people live, it is really possible to sleep horizontally and vertically.

Aunt Geng moved over a kang table and put it on the kang: "You two go to the kang, and I'll heat the steamed buns." ā€

Where can Shi Fengzhu let people wait: "Sister Geng, what else is there to do? ā€

Sister Geng insisted on pressing her to the kang: "There is no work, I can do it alone." You're still sick, so let's rest!"

Song Yiyi also agreed: "Mom, you rest first, or sort out the things you want to bring." I'm going to help Aunt Geng. ā€

Song Yiyi followed Sister Geng back to the kitchen, watched her take down the cauldron on the stove, replace it with a steamer, scoop some water from the water tank in the corner of the wall with a water scoop, pour it into the steamer, put the lid curtain, and then put a few large cold steamed buns on the lid curtain and cover the pot.

While lamenting that the city life in the 70s was like this, she asked, "Aunt Geng, what do I do?"

Aunt Geng glanced at the lunch box: "You fold out all the food in the lunch box, and then put the chopsticks on the table." ā€

Song Yiyi took out a plate from the cupboard with great interest, poured the warm pork belly stewed sauerkraut in the lunch box, and brought it to the kang table. He folded the rice in another lunch box into a bowl, took three pairs of bamboo chopsticks, and placed them on the kang table.

She walked to the innermost room and glanced at it, about ten square meters, a chest of drawers, a table, and four chairs did not have much space. It seems that this is the place to meet and learn.

Song Yiyi thinks that the design of such a sugar gourd is very interesting, that is, in a rectangular house, it is divided into three parts of different sizes and functions.

Shi Fengzhu had already found two sets of underwear from her own large wooden box. At this time, she was counting the money at the bottom of her box, and she saw Song Yiyi come in, and pouted: "All the money is here, a total of two hundred and fifty-one yuan." There are also food stamps, 39 catties in Ji Province and 16 catties and 3 taels in Liao Province. ā€

Song Yiyi nodded: "We will divide the clothes for the money." ā€

Sister Geng packed a bowl of spicy cabbage, brought it in, and then turned around and sent it in with two bowls of bone broth, and when she heard the words of the two, she hurriedly reminded: "Take the train before the Chinese New Year, there are many thieves, and the money must be kept stable! Didn't you sew an inner pocket in your shirt last year, just put it there!"

Song Yiyi glanced at the calendar book hanging on the wall: "Today, February 8, the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, there are two days left to go until the Chinese New Year's Eve!"

Shi Fengzhu picked up a pair of underpants: "It's this underpants with a hidden pocket, Yiyi, do you want to sew one in the underpants?"

Song Yiyi grinned: "I still sew it in the cotton jacket, do I have needles and threads and pieces of cloth?"

Shi Fengzhu took out a sewing box and a piece of khaki cloth from the big wooden box, Song Yiyi took it, took off his padded jacket, threaded the needle, and quickly sewed a hidden pocket on the left placket, filled it with one hundred and fifty yuan, and patted it with his hand: "I remember that I still need a pin seal." ā€

Sister Geng walked in with a small pot of hot steamed buns and a plate of scrambled eggs with green onions: "Eat first, pins, I have them." ā€

As she spoke, she walked to the inner room, took out two pins, and handed them to Song Yiyi.

"Thank you!" Song Yiyi pinned the pin to the pocket of the hidden pocket, sat cross-legged at the kang table like Sister Geng, and the three of them began to eat breakfast.

Song Yiyi picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, sandwiched a piece of scrambled egg, and then drank the bone broth sprinkled with chopped coriander: "It's delicious!

Sister Geng thought she was praising her for her good craftsmanship, and said modestly: "The steamed buns were bought from the canteen, and the steamed buns in our canteen are famous far and wide, the noodles are good, and the alkali is not too much, no less!"

Shi Fengzhu understood what her daughter meant, these ingredients are all green, pure and natural, and the taste is very positive. Cabbage is planted with farm manure; pigs are slaughtered after a year of normal feeding, and after a few decades, they are properly organic pork; eggs are all bought from old farmers and laid by domestic chickens, and the color of the egg yolk is yellow and red.

Sister Geng suddenly remembered something: "Fengzhu, two days ago, the factory union praised Lao Wu and Lao Zhao in the second workshop, they are the two people who saved your girl." The factory gave them a certificate of merit and a bonus of 30 yuan. The two of them are still modest, saying that it is true, your girl also saved their lives, they didn't think that the two gangsters still had knives, if it wasn't for your girl to shoot the villain who lit up the knife with a brick, they might have confessed there. ā€

Song Yiyi blinked: "Mom, shouldn't we thank others for saving their lives?"