Xibao looked at Zhou Fengchu with a look that was difficult for people to understand, and said accusingly: "Liar, you are not a good boy who liars. Eggs are more delicious than pickles. Who likes pickles but not eggs?"

"It's a goose egg." Father Lu corrected.

Their family did not raise geese, but the descendants of Grandpa Lu San’s family did. Each household raised a large number of chickens, ducks, and geese on a per-capita basis. Of course, each household was not allowed to have more than three chickens, ducks, and geese, otherwise it would be capitalism.

Feng Qingxue was not at home, so the food would not have been very good. Unable to resist, Lu's father and the Guancheng brothers tried their best to ensure Xibao's food. All the eggs laid by the three chickens at home were given to Xibao, and others named them to Xibao. He also gave Xibao eggs to eat, and often asked Zhang Yuejin to buy some meat and scarce non-staple foods from the city with money rather than tickets.

In this way, Xibao's living standard is not too far behind that of his parents.

He worked hard to move the fried goose eggs in front of Zhou Fengchu's rice bowl, "Try it if you don't believe it, it will definitely taste better than pickles!"

"Okay, okay, grandpa, I appreciate your filial piety!" Zhou Fengchu stretched out her chopsticks and picked up a small piece of goose egg and put it in her mouth, "Well, it's really delicious, but grandpa likes spicy food, so I'll give Xibao the non-spicy one."

Xibao said, "Let Brother Guancheng cook it tomorrow!"

After dinner, he wrote a letter to Feng Qingxue, while the five old people turned on the radio and listened to the various messages conveyed by the radio station. Currently, this was the only way for them to know the trends in the outside world.

After hearing the instructions about going to the mountains and countryside, Zhou, Xia, Chen and Ding looked at each other.

Father Lu didn't find it strange. "Didn't there be people going to the mountains and countryside more than ten years ago? But at that time, they were mainly supporting the border areas. Six or seven years ago, or seven or eight years ago, there was also a rumor that people in the city were going to the countryside. The problem of resettling intellectuals to rural areas has been very serious in recent years. For a while, intellectuals from rural areas have returned to rural areas. After downsizing, a large part of the urban population has been expelled to rural areas. I thought that sooner or later it would be impossible to resettle these people. The students who caused the trouble still went to the countryside, but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.”

"How did you think of this?" Ding Guofeng asked. . "

Zhou Fengchu nodded, thoughtfully.

"So, do you think going to the mountains and countryside is the only way out?" Chen Anlin asked.

Father Lu hummed, "It's obvious. Didn't I say that the countryside is a vast world, and you can make a lot of progress there."

At the same time in the evening, Feng Qingxue also saw this instruction from the newspaper brought by Lu Jiang. She knew that the ten-year vigorous movement to the mountains and countryside had officially begun, and the names of educated youths would be engraved in history. superior.

"Don't go through the back door and arrange your own children or the children of relatives to join the Wanglou Brigade just because we are popular, or because our Wanglou Brigade has good value, high production, good reputation, or some capable people." After learning that the bullpen four Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue looked at each other for a long time because of the reason why they were sent to the cowshed. Did they recruit so many old people?

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