Mo Bei brought the little red book and pen. Before everyone packed their luggage, he didn't cover it up at all and placed it on the bedside. Li Lingyuan knew it.

"I don't have a pen, I just have a notebook... If that doesn't work, I might as well go to the captain's house." Si Ningning came out of the room holding a notebook covered with black kraft paper.

She bought a lot of pens and notebooks, and the covers of the notebooks were very fancy, including cute little penguins, Q-version little lions, lazy cats, etc.

This black leather cover is the plainest one.

As for the pens, they were all gel pens that didn't exist in this era. After thinking about it, she didn't take them out.

"Pen! Pen, there is (this)!" Li Lingyuan ran back panting.

"That's great! Get it quickly!" Song Shuhan said with a smile, but when he took the notebook and pen, he was in trouble again.

Regardless of primary and junior high schools in the 1970s, the commonly used notebooks were 20-karat vocabulary notebooks and arithmetic notebooks, which were sold in supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores for 2 cents each.

Some families with poor family conditions allow their children to study and write homework with pencils. They will also greet the teacher privately and apply for the teacher to use pencils to make corrections, so that they can use the eraser again when they go back.

Song Shuhan's family is not too bad. Although they don't wipe it clean before using it, they usually use the most common vocabulary books and arithmetic books.

This was the first time he had touched a book with a hard cover and thick paper like Si Ningning's.

At first glance, he felt that it was not cheap. After touching it, Song Shuhan became more convinced.

For fear of being damaged or stained, Song Shuhan quickly pushed the notebook to Si Ningning and said, "Si Zhiqing, you should write it!"

Si Ningning simply thought that he was sitting with Mo Bei, and it was too crowded to move his arms, so he didn't refuse, "What do you want to write?"

Song Xiaoyun gave up her seat, and Si Ningning took the opportunity to sit in, opened the notebook, took off the cap of the pen, and looked at Song Shuhan slightly sideways, as if he was waiting for orders to enter at any time.

She is good-looking, and her expression is serious at this time. There is a saying that goes well: serious and confident women are the most beautiful.

Song Shuhan's ears turned slightly red when she looked at him. He was afraid of being found out and ridiculed. He coughed lightly and said, "Don't rush to write now. Let's agree on the opinions first."

Si Ningning nodded.

"The pot rack is on the lesbian's side, and the cooking arrangements are as the captain said. The lesbian will help. As for how to arrange the personnel, who will do it today and who will do it tomorrow, the lesbians will discuss it later. Now we have to discuss it.

The most controversial thing is how to distribute the seasonings such as oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar."

Song Shuhan looked at everyone, "Say your opinions one by one, don't talk all over the place."

Finally got to the point.

The suggestion that I just mentioned in a light manner was almost discussed as a major point of conflict.

To be honest, Si Ningning was a little confused, but now she is better and finally back on track.

Si Ningning breathed a sigh of relief, probably because she was assigned the task of "recording". This time Song Shuhan stopped staring at her and asked her to speak.

Si Ning Ning Le's leisure.

When making a big pot of rice, each person contributes his or her own rations. If you are afraid of getting mixed up, you can put them in lunch boxes and set up a steaming tray to steam them directly, but you can't do this with vegetables.

Stir-fried vegetables must be stir-fried in a pot. If someone is unwilling to provide seasonings, then if someone else does it, it is a sign of kindness that you are allowed to eat it once, and can you be allowed to eat it again and again?

Moreover, even if they have the conditions, they are not willing to eat clear and watery soup with the Sou Sou.

"If we don't talk about anything else, let's just talk about gas. Gas prices are expensive. Even if we take turns to pay three taels of gas coupons a month, we can't save enough food for so many people..." Li Lingyuan scratched his head.

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