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Chapter 0301 Martyr Orphan 1
The day after Lu Jiang received the letter was the winter solstice.
  During the winter solstice, the dumpling bowl is not served, and the ears are frozen and no one cares.
  The army cafeteria got half a pig and started to work early in the morning, making dumplings filled with pork and cabbage. Feng Qingxue also made a few white-faced dumplings with curtains at home with her family.
  Lu Tianjun and Guan Yu both coughed a little, so she didn't change the pork stuffing, but changed it to mutton stuffing.
  Lamb and cabbage are the best match.
  Two parts suet, three parts meat, seven parts cabbage and green onions.
  It was Zhang Yuejin's back door, and she bought a piece of fat mutton with a meat ticket. When chopping the stuffing, she quietly took out a half-fat and half-thin mutton from the space and mixed it with it. She also mixed a little flour from the space into the white noodles. Others can't see it.
  Since Zhang Yuejin and Wang Jiao got married, it has become much easier for Feng Qingxue to buy things. She has tickets in hand, sent by Huo Beiting, and sent by Lu Jiang with the letter. Zhang Yuejin slaughtered pigs and sheep. What kind of meat she wanted to buy, talk to Zhang Yuejin. Say it, Zhang Yuejin will leave it for her in advance, if she wants to buy other non-staple food, Zhang Yuejin will also help to bring it back to the Wanglou Brigade.
  After Feng Qingxue waited for Lu Tianjun to boil the pot, he first placed a large pot of dumplings, fished them out with a fence and put them in a basin, put the dumplings in the basin and put them into a food container with a lid, and called Guancheng Road: "Acheng, Send it to Jiang He and the others, hurry up and come back."
  "Okay, Aunt Xue!" Guan Cheng rubbed his eyes and ran out the door with the food box in his hand.
  Jiang He's house was close to the cowshed, just west of the cowshed. It was naturally farther from the rest of the production team than Lu's house. Feng Qingxue took great pains to choose that homestead, so that they would not be easily discovered.
  It was freezing cold and no one was encountered along the way to Guancheng.
  Seeing a large pot of hot dumplings being brought out of the food box, Jiang He and Zhang Erya's eyes immediately turned red, but the younger children cheered and stared at the fat dumplings.

  "Dumplings, dumplings! Big sister, dumplings with white noodles!" Fat Ya was the youngest, and held on to Zhang Erya's clothes.   

Guan Cheng smiled and said, "Jiang He, Erya, you quickly put the dumplings
  into bowls, I have to take the basin back."

  The thick porcelain bowls and bamboo chopsticks at home were bought and sent by Feng Qingxue.
  Guan Cheng came home with the empty food box, and the second pot of dumplings was just out of the pot, and the steam was white.
  Father Lu sat on top, Feng Qingxue was distributing chopsticks, while Lu Tianjun brought the last bowl of dumplings to the table, he greeted Guan Chengdao: "Come here, Acheng, eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold. That's it."
  Guan Cheng responded and took the opportunity to sit in his seat.
  The dumplings are not as delicious as the dumplings. The crowd devoured them and ate them. There was no other sound on the table except the sound of chewing.
  The child had a small stomach, so Lu Tianzhi, Guan Yu and Feng Qingyun soon had enough to eat, and they got off the table and went out to play, leaving Father Lu, Feng Qingxue, Guan Cheng, and Lu Tianjun to continue chewing and swallowing slowly.
  When there was only one dumpling left in Feng Qingxue's bowl, the three children led an old man in his fifties in.
  "Sister, someone is looking for you!"
  Feng Qingxue looked up at the door, but didn't recognize him, but she put down the bowl and stood up, "May I ask who your comrade is?" The old man was dressed as an authentic farmer, dressed in Patch-by-patch black padded jacket and black padded trousers, with trouser legs tied, a pair of straw sandals on his feet, a cigarette bag pinned to his waist, a bag behind him, his bronze-colored face full of wrinkles.


Chapter 0302 Martyr Orphan 2
Feng Qingxue's attention was quickly drawn to the child in his arms.
  It was a boy who looked only about two years old. He had a big head and a small body, with a yellow face and thin muscles. He was as dirty as if he had just rolled out of the quagmire, and his appearance could be compared to Feng Qingyun when Feng Qingxue first passed through.
  Yet another starving child in extreme poverty.
  The old man looked at the young and old people in the house, and said embarrassedly, "My name is Song Laoshuan."
  "Uncle Song, do you have anything to do with me?" Feng Qingxue asked, and then hurriedly said, "Please sit down first, there are Speak slowly."
  Lu Tianjun got up quickly and pulled the chair under his butt to Song Laoshuan.
  Song Laoshuan sat down with his hands and feet restrained, his eyes did not dare to fall on the table, he murmured twice, and said, "I'm here to find Comrade Feng Qingxue, are you sending money and food stamps to Song Dazhu's family in our production brigade Feng Qing? Comrade Xue?"
  "Song Dazhu?" Feng Qingxue asked in confusion, and quickly remembered who Song Dazhu was.
  He was a martyr, a soldier who died on the southwest frontier.
  When Lu Jiang returned home to recover from his injury, he sent money and tickets to his family members. The money was not much, ten yuan, and the tickets were not much, only ten pounds of food tickets.
  Later, when Lu Jiang returned to the army, Feng Qingxue continued to send it to the address he left, once a month.
  After Song Dazhu's sacrifice, the state will distribute certain pensions to his family members, and will also order the local area to take care of his family members. She and Lu Jiang are just superfluous, but they still did their best.
  However, she never expected that Song Dazhu's family would find her.
  Song Laoshuan, whose surname is Song, is obviously related to Song Dazhu.
  Thinking of this, Feng Qingxue said directly: "I am Feng Qingxue, and I did send money and tickets to Song Dazhu's family a few months ago. Uncle Song, do you have anything to do with me?"

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