And on the side of the quadrangle, there are also rules that unless they are relatives, ordinary people, they can't enter this quadrangle casually.

Probably these rules were only told to Lu Jianguo.

In short, Li Jinfeng is not clear.

Feng Dachun took Li Jinfeng with the application, and soon, someone followed them back to the courtyard.

First, Li Jinfeng chose a vacant land next to her house.

After choosing the land, the next step is to measure the size, a courtyard is so big, it is impossible for one person to occupy all the places.

Li Jinfeng finally got about a cent of land to grow vegetables.

Sending off the comrades who surveyed and were responsible for granting land to Li Jinfeng, Li Jinfeng returned to his room and packed up a few pieces of his own clothes.

She didn't take all the clothes from her new home, she kept most of them.

Because I don't know, Lu Jianguo will come back in the middle, and this is her home, and most of her things should stay here.

Li Jinfeng took his things, said goodbye to Feng Dachun, carried his luggage, and returned to Old Man Lu.

During the Lantern Festival, there were many relatives of the Lu family.

However, unlike before, Mr. Lu will not give red envelopes this time.

When the juniors blessed him, he said thank you, and then he blessed him.

Originally, I was counting on the relatives who relied on Mr. Lu to make a small fortune, one by one, you look at me, I look at you, and when I go back, I am reluctant.

Exactly the same as on the second day of the first lunar month, the relatives left, and Lu Yanzhi and Lu Zezhi came back with their respective families.

It's still a lunch, but this lunch is more modest than usual.

Boiled cabbage, boiled radish, boiled vermicelli, boiled lettuce leaves.

It's all boiled vegetables, and there is not a drop of oil.

As for the staple food, Mr. Lu specially instructed Li Jinfeng that what is the standard in the countryside, what is the standard here.

So Li Jinfeng made a coarse grain gruel, the kind that can shine on his face.

At the dinner table, Song Chunling's face was not good-looking.

She is usually pampered at home, and every meal is fine grain.

How can you eat what these pigs don't eat like now?

"Dad, is our family out of money? If you don't have money, you can ask Zezhi for it, don't make it so stumbling. Song Chunling couldn't hold back and said.

"It doesn't matter if you have money or not! In short, when you come over in the future, it will be this standard, what others eat, you will also eat, you can hide at home and eat fragrant and spicy food, but here in me, you must endure hardship! Old Man Lu said.

After speaking, he added, "From today onwards, I will not supply any more food to each of your families, and you will each go to your respective neighborhood office to receive your own commercial food in the future." ”

Old Man Lu is a little scary and doesn't give people room for negotiation at all.

In the past, these people relied on the 'relief' of the old man landing.

Because of this, this is Song Chunling's fine grain.

Although Lu Zezhi is an engineer, he can only follow the national standard in terms of food receipt.

Even if he received the highest standard, forty catties of grain, it was all coarse grain, and Song Chunling might not be able to eat it.

"Dad, why is that? Didn't you always give us a hundred pounds of fine grain every month? Why not give it now? Song Chunling asked.

Lu Yanzhi and Shen Wan didn't say anything.

Shen Wan didn't eat much at home, all in the cafeteria.

What does the cafeteria do, what does she eat.

Lu Yanzhi is similar, occasionally going back, making a few dishes by himself, and rewarding Shen Wan, but he is not as short of food as Song Chunling.