really!

When Zhan Jun heard this, his expression suddenly changed!

His face had become very dark and old due to years of hard work.

Now after being frightened, it looks more like those blood-stained soil ditches on the dry yellow land in the north of Saibei:

The black is red, the purple is green.

after all,

In this era, we rely on communes to lead everyone's development.

If a family like his is secretly a member of the society working alone, it will be particularly dangerous.

Fortunately, Luo Xuan realized this in time.

Seeing that something was wrong with the situation, he quickly explained with a smile, "Peng Yong, what are you talking about? How can there be a one-man business?!"

They live far away and cannot go to work with other members of the production team.

In fact, this is not a problem with Comrade Zhan Jun! This should be called adapting measures to local conditions and being flexible to solve practical difficulties."

Listening to what Luo Xuan said, Zhan Jun nodded quickly. Peng Yong also knew that what he said was a bit inappropriate, so he also nodded.

The atmosphere calmed down, and the occupying army took out a pile of cut newspapers from the pocket of his clothes, which were somewhat gray and white.

The first two pages were crumpled, and he smoothed the wrinkled corners with his rough hands.

Then he touched his pocket again and shouted to his mother-in-law who was busy making batter on the stove.

"Bring me a box of matches. The cigarette residue is gone."

After a while, the Zhan army woman came over with a box of matches and a rusty tin can like an old antique.

The occupying army first poured some dry tobacco residue on the paper and began to roll the dry tobacco.

None of Luo Xuan smoked. After the occupying army rolled up the dry cigarettes, they lit a fire with a "chi" sound and threw the matchsticks on the ground.

"Bah!"

After taking a puff of the cigarette, Zhan Jun's whole body trembled with excitement, and the nervousness just now was forgotten.

The men here,

Many people have the habit of smoking dry tobacco. The home-grown tobacco residue rolled in newspapers is very strong, but these farmers enjoy smoking it.

Luo Xuan knew that these old smokers would not care about heaven and earth once they became addicted to smoking.

So she quickly asked Zhang Xiaoli to take Xiao Rongrong out to prevent the child from choking.

"Oh, Comrade Luo is right. In this day and age, living with the production team and working with the collective is better than my family."

Zhan Jun took another puff, knocked the ashes from his cigarette, and asked his wife to pour two cups of freshly boiled water.

Then he sighed and said, "I can't help but wonder. When we were digging cave dwellings, I didn't know it would be like this now.

We are so far away from the production team and there is no way we can go to work together."

Luo Xuan nodded, understanding the suffering of Zhanjun.

"Brother Zhanjun, are there many families like you here? Or is it just your family?"

Zhan Jun said "Ah" and started talking with great joy. When talking about these things, Zhan Jun seemed very excited and spittle came out.

"How is it possible that we are the only family? There are two or three families at the east end and the south end of the village who are very far away."

"But they are a little better. They can't work in the production team, so they have two or three families helping each other.

We are the only family here. Hey, you don’t know, but some jobs are difficult for one or two people to do, and they have to do the hard work even if they are very tiring.”

"Just say that in the first half of the year, I was given more than 100 kilograms of sheep dung for the field in the east end of my house, which was so heavy that my shoes sank two inches deep. It exhausted me to death, old man."

Zhan Jun sighed,

It seems that when I think about it now, I can still remember the feeling of pain and tightness in my tired chest.

Luo Xuan thought silently: It seems that the problems in the village are quite big.

I guess the matter of repairing the canals will have to be put on hold for a while.

You have to find a way to solve these practical problems in the village first and then worry about it.

The first thing that needs to be solved is to build a protective shield for disguised single-owner households like the Zhanjun family.

You need to know: in the situation of occupying the army, it is actually a "single business".

If this matter is revealed,

Everyone in Zhanjun, production captain Dou Jiande, and other relevant leaders in Zhimi County wears a pair of watches, and in the end they will definitely have to eat peanuts.

No one can protect them.

Next,

Luo Xuan chatted with Zhan Jun for a few more words, and then walked out of the door to get some air.

The power of dry smoke is comparable to that of thermonuclear weapons.

It's really unbearable to be filled with steam from cooking in a sealed cave dwelling.

In the yard, little Rongrong was holding a corn noodle bun and munching on it.

Huang Chengcheng's cornbread was a little smaller than a girl's fist, but Xiao Rongrong only ate one corner and stuffed the rest into his pocket.

No need to think about it!

It must be the same as the sesame cake before. Xiao Rongrong wanted to take it back and share it with her brothers and sisters.

Luo Xuan grinned at Xiao Rongrong. When the little girl saw Luo Xuan coming out, her round and dark eyes flashed.

The hand that had just been stuffed into the pocket remained motionless, for fear that Luo Xuan would see what she had just done.

Luo Xuan knew what the little girl was thinking, so he didn't reveal it and waved to Xiao Rongrong.

Xiao Rongrong glanced at her pocket timidly and ran to Luo Xuan.

Like a magic trick, Luo Xuan took out three or four candies from his pocket.

This candy wrapped in transparent tissue paper is a local specialty.

The outside of the candy is yellow and the taste is just average.

But the moment Xiao Rongrong saw the candy, his eyes widened.

This kind of candy is made from the juice of a wild vegetable root that is unique here and has a special sweet taste.

Luo Xuan also tasted one. Anyway, he thought the taste was a bit weird and he wasn't used to eating it.

Xiao Rongrong's eyes were gleaming, obviously she wanted to eat it, but she didn't dare to take it.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoli on the side reached out to take the candy cube from Luo Xuan's palm, then pulled Xiao Rongrong aside and muttered in a low voice.

Sure enough, it is more caring between girls.

After a while,

Luo Xuan saw Xiao Rongrong taking the candy, as if someone on the plateau had dug up a treasure, and he was caring for it carefully.

I'm afraid that if my hands shake, I won't be able to find the baby.

Luo Xuan touched Xiao Rongrong's head and said with a smile: "Eat quickly, I will give you a few more, but you are not allowed to eat half of it. The remaining half is stuffed in the pocket of your clothes."

This little girl in front of me,

When she was beaten in the morning, she was actually taking the blame for her brother, who actually stole the mutton stew and ate it.

It's not easy for this little Rongrong to be a sister.

Hearing that Luo Xuan refused to let him take away the candy, Xiao Rongrong nodded obediently, held the candy cube in front of his eyes, looked at it again and again, and licked it with his tongue.

Underneath the crispy dough shell, there is a faint sweetness.

She took a bite and, having never eaten anything good before, she cherished this rare delicacy.

These sugar cubes,

Luo Xuan bought it from the Zhimi County Supply and Marketing Cooperative. The quality is much better than the candy made secretly by private individuals.

In the houses of commune members here, they sometimes use their own grain to secretly make some candies.

It can be used as a gift for visiting relatives or as a snack for children.

But Lao Li’s family,

Obviously this is not the case: Lao Li and his mother-in-law are famous for their extreme frugality.

So for little Rongrong, this is as delicious as sesame cake. Even if she grows up, she will have no place to go to even eat it.

Watching Xiao Rongrong eat it in small bites, and finally licked the balls of her fingers, savoring the wonderful taste that she had never tasted before.

After taking a few breaths, I felt much better.

So Luo Xuan turned around and returned to the cave dwelling, "Brother Zhanjun, give me your bucket, and I'll bring you a load of water."
To be continued...