Liang Xiaonan has lived at the Xiyu Community Farm for a while. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and the weather is extremely gloomy.
Zhou Yan said: "I feel like it's going to snow."
A few snowflakes have fallen a few days ago, and the weather forecast says it will snow heavily in the next few days.
Zhou Yan said: "Why don't we go back? Is everything going to be okay here in Xiaobei? If it snows heavily, we're afraid we'll have to wait until spring before we can leave."
Liang Xiaonan said she would pack up and go back. She remembered many songs these days and secretly told Liang Xiaobei.
She said to Xiaobei: "I don't know much about music. Just think of it as your own humming and compose it with your master. Can it be helpful to you?"
Liang Xiaobei studied with Jiang Can for half a year. He now also has a lot of music theory knowledge. He said to Liang Xiaonan: "Sister, these songs are enough for me now. My master said that many people have difficulty singing an influential song in their lives."
A song of strength.”
"Your master is right. I can't help you much with music. You should learn on your own."
Liang Xiaonan heard that Liang Xiaobei and Jiang Can went to the logistics department to ask for quilts. They only got two quilts, but she felt them very thin. How could they survive minus 50 degrees Celsius?
She has a lot of cotton and wants to find someone to help make a few quilts for Jiang Can and Liang Xiaobei.
Liang Xiaobei said not to go to the street for processing. The local girls in Wucheng looked beautiful, but they smelled bad, so they sewed quilts. Jiang Can couldn't stand the smell.
"Sister, my master said that people in Wucheng have body odor." Liang Xiaobei said quietly, "There is a girl in the art troupe here who likes my master. Others say she is very beautiful, and my master avoids her.
She wasn't even allowed to enter the yard."
"Sheep smell?" Everyone here eats mutton, so it probably smells like mutton.
"No, she liked my master the first time she met him. My master almost fainted when he covered his nose. Then every time she came, she would take a shower."
Who knew it would stink even more after taking a shower!
Liang Xiaonan burst into laughter. Jiang Can is a young man and has a bit of a mysophobia.
Forget it, Liang Xiaonan asked Liu Bin to help find some older female co-workers from the mainland to help sew some quilts, cotton gloves and so on.
Liu Bin said this was definitely no problem, but cotton was not available here.
There are quilt covers sold at supply and marketing cooperatives on the street, but there is no cotton, so how can you sew quilts?
"How do the locals get quilts? Buy ready-made ones?" Liang Xiaonan asked, don't the locals have quilts or clothes?
Liang Xiaonan thought of the local people, all wearing fur jackets and fur hats. It looked like they had peeled the animal skins and processed them themselves. The smell was very unpleasant.
"There is no cotton for sale on the streets here, and there is very little cotton for sale in supply and marketing cooperatives elsewhere in China. Nowadays, production is all about food, and cotton has always been in short supply." Liu Bin said that cotton is very scarce.
Liang Xiaonan said to Liu Bin: "When my friend sent medicinal materials a few days ago, he brought me a lot of cotton. We have cotton."
Liu Bin thought of the hundreds of tons of medicinal materials that "those people" sent to the hospital, as well as the jujubes, melons, cantaloupes and other fruits that were transported away. What a huge deal!
How much energy does a person have to bring in so many medicinal materials and transport so many agricultural and sideline products at once?
So will there be a lot of cotton?
He immediately asked eagerly: "Comrade Xiaoliang, do you have a lot of cotton? If you have extra, can you give us some? Our current commune members sleep in one bed with several people in the winter. There are not enough quilts, so the cotton comes from the mainland.
The members are not used to winter."
Those green quilts are one for each person. No matter how young you are, you can't stand it. It's over 50 degrees below zero, even with a fireplace.
Liang Xiaonan and Zhou Yan are now more taboo about Zhu Cheng, so they have given up cooperation with the society. Now when Liu Bin asks about cotton, she is not very enthusiastic.
"We brought some, how much do you want? I can give you some evenly."
It would be great if you can give some evenly, even if you give it several dozen kilograms. Even if you give one kilogram, you can make several pairs of cotton gloves.
Liu Bin immediately said: "Give me whatever you have extra. I want as much as you want."
Cotton is in great need in this extremely cold place in the Western Region.
"I bought my cotton, I don't give it to you for free."
"Of course it's not in vain," said Liu Bin, who was in charge of logistics. His father lived in Liang Xiaonan's mulberry garden, and he would not argue with Liang Xiaonan about the price.
Nowadays, cotton is purchased and sold under a unified system. The price is basically 1,800 yuan per ton, which is 90 cents per pound. It has not changed for several years.
Cheap is cheap, but the quantity is not enough! You try your best to shout cheap, but there is no stock. Isn’t this nonsense?
Liang Xiaonan said: "My cotton is the best among cottons - longer, stronger, and finer cotton fibers. My cotton costs 4,000 yuan a ton. If you can afford it, take it. If you can't afford it, forget it."
It is true that Liu Bin is Liu Chengyu's son, but he is not a relative of her Liang Xiaonan. Besides, he is purchasing for a collective.
Liu Bin feels that the price is indeed expensive, but it is not cheap!
He nodded: "No problem, it's just this price, you can go back and get some for me."
Liang Xiaonan immediately took out a sack from the supplies, tied it very firmly, handed it to Liu Bin and said, "Take this sack back to see you. If you think it will work, let me know how much you want."
Liu Bin knew at a glance that the cotton was of the highest quality, as white and soft as a cloud.
He happily carried it away, and not long after, four girls came, rubbing their hands and saying, "Liu Company Commander asked us to help sew quilts."
Jiang Can and Liang Xiaobei went to the rehearsal room of the club. These girls were very capable and brought their own sewing baskets. When Liang Xiaonan was sweeping the store in Modu, she had already bought a lot. She gained a lot from her space.
There are mountains of cotton, and after harvesting, the cotton seeds are removed using a seed remover.
One of those girls was named Yuqiong, who came from Vietnam. She looked very gentle, delicate and delicate, with a hint of smoky confusion in her eyebrows.
"This cotton is really good." She looked at the cotton that Liang Xiaonan took out and grabbed a handful. "It's fluffy and soft, with long velvet. This kind of cotton must be soft and warm to make a quilt."
The other three girls, Zhu Wenwen, Lu Jingjing, and Wang Yuanyuan, all came from the north. They had never seen such good cotton. They touched the quilt and said with envy: "This quilt is so beautiful. Is it made of satin?"
Yuqiong said: "Do you have a mat at home? It will be more convenient for us to sew quilts on the mat."
Liang Xiaobei really didn't have any mats here, but Liang Xiaonan did. She went inside and took out three or four large rush mats and spread them in the living room. Yu Qiong and the others spread the quilt cover and cotton
Open and start sewing the quilt.
Liang Xiaonan saw that there were many cracks in Yuqiong's hands.
Zhu Wenwen, a girl from Kyoto, kept looking around. Liang Xiaonan was very surprised. What was she looking for?
After a while, while threading the needle, she asked Liang Xiaonan: "Who are you, the gay man who came with you?"
"My partner." Liang Xiaonan said with a smile, "We got the evidence."
"Ah, your partner? You don't look old!" Zhu Wenwen said in shock, "Aren't you Liang Xiaobei's sister? Your brother is only 14, you are two or three years older than him, right?"
"I'm four years older than my brother. I'm 18 and can get married." Liang Xiaonan added, "We get married early over there, so it's not too early for me to get married when I'm 18."
There was indescribable disappointment on Zhu Wenwen's face: "You are in a ravine over there, right? People don't get married until they are 20 years old now. You guys got married too early."
Liang Xiaonan smiled and looked her up and down, this girl is interesting.