Jiang Shiyue had just returned to the compound with Yang Yang, but was stopped by Xu Li, who was passing by with an apron.

"Sister-in-law, you're finally back. We've been looking for you several times. ”

Jiang Shiyue lowered the car window, "Is there something wrong with my sister-in-law?" ”

"We usually spend Chinese New Year's Eve together on this side of the compound. Everybody's gone. We went to your house to tell you that you were not at home, and we stopped the car when we came back. ”

The whole compound is a private car, how obvious it is.

Jiang Shiyue nodded, "Thank you, sister-in-law, I'll stop the car and go over." ”

***

When she got home, Jiang Shiyue first wrapped the steamed buns, rice cakes, and buns that Wu Xiu'e brought to her and put them in the ventilation of the corridor.

It's too hot in the room and it's easy to grow, and there is no refrigerator at home here.

Jiang Shiyue originally said that she wanted to buy one, but Chen Shanhe refused to let her, saying that it was not necessary.

Usually she is in Huacheng, and he lives in the team.

Syllable!

She heard the sound of something falling to the floor and shattering in the room.

Like porcelain.

Jiang Shiyue hurriedly ran to the room, she was afraid that Yang Yang would cut her fingers or toes.

Rushing back into the room, I saw a litter of dirt and ceramics.

It was the flower pot sent by Xu Li that fell to the ground and shattered.

Seeing Jiang Shiyue coming in, Yang Yang bowed his head and apologized, "Ma Ma, I'm sorry." ”

Jiang Shiyue hugged Yang Yang to the side, checked it carefully, and saw that he was not injured, so she touched his head, "It's okay." I know Yang Yang didn't mean it, as long as you didn't get hurt. ”

She picked up a broom and dustpan to sweep through the flowers and debris, and found a small medicine bottle in the soil.

The vial is a bit transparent, and you can tell what's inside.

Jiang Shiyue picked it up and wiped it clean and put it on the table. I thought about it for a while to see if it was a waste product or if Xu Li accidentally dropped it in the flower pot.

If it's the latter, I'll take it to the team headquarters later.

When Jiang Shiyue cleaned up the ground and came out after washing his hands, he found that Yang Yang had already opened the medicine bottle and was trying to take out the contents inside.

Although this behavior was not very polite, it was more surprised than blaming Jiang Shiyue.

Yang Yang rarely takes the initiative to explore anything, and is actually interested in a small medicine bottle.

"Need my help?"

After obtaining Yang Yang's consent, Jiang Shiyue reversed the medicine bottle and knocked it on the table a few times, and a cylindrical thing fell out of it.

"Huh? What is it? Jiang Shiyue looked at the cylinder and felt a little familiar.

She just asked casually, not expecting an answer, almost talking to herself.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yang spoke: "Film." ”

Jiang Shiyue was stunned, first looked at Yangyang, then looked at the columnar object in his hand, and asked him, "You mean this is the film used in the camera?" ”

Yang Yang nodded.

Jiang Shiyue raised her eyebrows.

In her last life, she was born in the new century, and since she can remember, she has used a digital camera to take pictures at home, and then there is only an all-purpose mobile phone. She had never seen film, let alone microfilm.

In this life, in the age of poverty, most people have just solved the problem of food and clothing, and occasionally take pictures and go to the photo studio, and then wait to get the washed out photos. There is no film in the memory of the original owner.

No wonder, she didn't recognize it at once.

Jiang Shiyue narrowed her eyes and measured the small cylinder in her hand, not daring to rashly unscrew the hat at the top.

Although she has never seen real film, she still knows about the film and is afraid of exposure.

At this moment, Jiang Shiyue will no longer be naïve to think that this is a coincidence.

Is it the microfilm that Xu Li forgot to hide in the flower pot?

Or is this film for her?

Giving it to her without telling her is bound to be a good thing.

It's a pity that during the Chinese New Year, the photo studios are closed, and you can't wash out the photos to see.

Jiang Shiyue thought about it again and again, and handed the film box to Yangyang, "Yangyang, mom asks you something." Is it okay to hand over this film to you for protection? Don't let anyone get it until I come back. ”

Yang Yang nodded and took the film.

After hesitating, Jiang Shiyue asked for Yangyang's opinion, "Yangyang, do you want to stay at home or go to the team to play together?" ”

Yang Yang didn't refuse directly, he raised his head and asked Jiang Shiyue: "Is Mengmeng coming back?" ”

Jiang Shiyue: "......"

Ruthlessly rejected him, "No." Meng Meng is in the other compound. ”

Yang Yang nodded, and simply gave two words: "Don't go!" ”

***

When Jiang Shiyue arrived at the team headquarters, the open space in front of the building was already full of people.

The small square was full of tables and chairs, and several square tables in the corners were put together to form long tables, each of which was crowded with officers and soldiers and sisters-in-law.

Everyone talked and laughed.

Children weave and play in the gaps between tables and chairs.

There was a lot of laughter.

Wang Yan was the first to see Jiang Shiyue and beckoned her to come to her, "Sister-in-law Shiyue, come here." Do you know how to make dumplings? ”

Jiang Shiyue hesitated and shook her head.

She can't say no, but the business is not skilled, and the dumplings are not good-looking.

"Will you roll dumpling wrappers?"

Jiang Shiyue nodded.

Wang Yan grabbed a rolling pin from the long table and stuffed it into Jiang Shiyue's hand, "Come, sister-in-law!" Come along. ”

Jiang Shiyue walked into the half of the air where she got out of the way, only to see that the entire long table was full of noodles.

The men and women gathered around the table were making dumplings.

Some people are responsible for kneading the dough and dividing it into small cylinders, some are responsible for flattening the cylindrical noodles and smearing them on dry noodles, some are responsible for rolling the dough and some are responsible for wrapping.

"In our north, the most important thing for the New Year is to eat dumplings." Wang Yan kept moving in her hands, and she didn't forget to introduce Jiang Shiyue to her.

She is very skilled in making dumplings, and she picks up the filling with chopsticks and puts it in the palm of her hand, and it is a beautiful big-bellied dumpling with both hands.

Jiang Shiyue was envious when she saw it, this speed and quality opened a handmade dumpling shop in the new century, and the business was absolutely booming.

Then I laughed at myself again, occupational diseases are deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and I have to evaluate the return on investment first when I see anything.

She nodded, picking up the rolling pin.

The business of making dumplings is still a bit unfamiliar to Jiang Shiyue.

Which social animal can have so much leisure to slowly eat noodles and mix stuffing to make dumplings?

Basically, it's just buying a quick freeze.

However, Jiang Shiyue found that everyone who was busy at the table did not do a particularly good job.

Especially those officers and soldiers.

The dough is divided into large and small, and the rolled out dumpling skin is thick and thin, round and square.

The sisters-in-law who make dumplings are not as skilled as Wang Yan, and the dumplings are standing and lying, with big bellies and round waists, and some like those who have just returned from the refugee camp, which are long and flat.

Probably noticing Jiang Shiyue's frequent prying eyes, Zhong Wenwen took the initiative to explain Jiang Shiyue's confusion: "Our compound here is different from the compound you stayed in before, there are few people." So we have to work together.

Making dumplings, the picture is lively, whether it is delicious or not is secondary. But ......"

Zhong Wenwen paused, "At our level, it's indeed a bit of a waste of flour." ”

This is white flour, which belongs to fine grains.

Coarse grains can't let go of the years and months that are enough, and fine grains are really extravagant, and they are indeed a little wasted.