Days went by, and with Mr. Zhang and Mother Zhang stationed in the village, the courtyard in the county town returned to tranquility.
Zhang Guoqing and his wife, Zhou Jiao, after a period of review, faced their first exam since arriving in this world.
Last night, a heavy snow had covered the three snowmen in the yard, and Zhang Guoqing was carefully restoring their shapes. These three snowmen were the creations he and Zhou Jiao spent an entire afternoon building yesterday.
From the yard came the sound of knocking on the door, along with the loud voice of Zhao Yuanyuan shouting.
Zhang Guoqing checked the time and rolled his eyes to the sky — this girl had taken a liking to his home, his wife, and his son. All that talk about girlfriends and girls’ privacy, he found most annoying!
"Stop shouting, come on in. It’s still early for school. Why did you get up so early?"
Zhao Yuanyuan rolled her eyes at him and quickly walked toward the main house, saying as she walked, "My mom asked me to remind you to bring the grain passbook to the grain station tomorrow. Don’t forget like last time. How can you be so silly? Forgetting to claim your monthly ration? And don’t forget to order Ping’an’s half-pound of milk. It’ll be just right for Jiao Jiao. Be sure not to give it away to someone else."
"Busybody..." Zhang Guoqing muttered under his breath as she entered the living room.
He had actually forgotten to claim the rations the first time, fortunately Aunt Wang from the neighborhood committee reminded him.
With the grain passbook, he and Zhou Jiao each had twenty-eight pounds of rationed grain, plus their son’s seven pounds, totaling not even seventy pounds. Not to mention each person only got three pounds of white flour and one pound of rice, with the rest being semi-finished corn and sweet potato dry goods. Once bought from the store, they still had to process it at the grain processing point.
It’s a pity his big brother’s grain store wasn’t in this neighborhood. Last time, he braved the wind and snow, waited over six hours in line, and was frozen stiff. This month, he had already arranged with the neighboring residents to buy together.
"The milk has already been ordered. Why did you come so early? Have you eaten?" Zhou Jiao came out and heard Zhao Yuanyuan’s voice. That loud voice had now become something even Ping’an was used to.
"Not yet. I’ll ask Aunt Fen to make less. Later Qing Lin and the others will bring buns over." After saying this, Zhao Yuanyuan hurried to the kitchen.


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