80 widows in the control group, eating melons and raising cubs are poor and happy

Xiao Li from the commune did what he said, and sent Bai Liu a milk purchase certificate that afternoon.

With this certificate, you can go to the commune's farm to buy milk.

There is no limit, but most people are not willing to buy too much, and the farm will not deliver milk to people, so Bailiu can only go there every two days.

Just like exercising.

When Bai Liu arrived at the farm by bicycle, the fresh milk had just been sterilized, so she handed over the milk purchase certificate and a milk jug.

"Master Feng, here are four catties of milk."

"Okay—wait, how many catties did you say?" Master Feng who took the pot and was about to pump milk was shocked.

He felt that he had heard it wrong, so he just opened the milk purchase certificate and saw the name on it—Bai Liu.

Not surprised for a moment.

Don't look at her who came to the farm to pump milk recently, but she is a rare big customer.

Bai Liu smiled and said, "Four catties."

Master Feng glanced at her, and kept moving his hands: "Do you want to make the milk buns from last time?"

A few days ago, Bai Liu was pumping milk for the first time, and bought three catties on a whim. When I got home, I kneaded noodles with milk and added a little sugar.

Steamed a pot of small steamed buns, and gave Master Feng three.

Thinking of how greedy his little grandson was when he ate milk steamed buns, Master Feng cheerfully filled half a spoonful of milk.

Although he has worked in the farm for half his life, this is the first time he has heard of steamed milk buns.

Don't tell me, just watch it!

Bai Liu nodded casually, she was going to make some new style dim sum, and while she wasn't busy recently, she would make up for the jelly beans.

"Milk buns are good. My old lady also made a pot when she came home. Just like you, she added a little corn flour. It's really sweet." Master Feng was full of praise.

This is what Bai Liu wants. She has already observed that Master Feng is an old man in the farm, and his words are reliable and authoritative.

The most important thing is to be kind and not a cold-faced person.

She doesn't know how to hunt, and she has a more or less fixed income every month, but she lacks meat tickets.

If you can get along with Master Feng, you can just buy some meat.

"My daughter also likes to eat it. The child was born prematurely, and she was ill again a year ago. I want to let the child make more supplements." Bai Liu counted out one yuan and forty cents.

Master Feng took the money and helped Bai Liu put the milk pot away.

"My grandson also fell ill a few years ago. It was very serious. He had a persistent high fever. When he went to the hospital, there was no fever-reducing needle." Seeing that there was no one behind him, he also chatted about the daily life.

Bai Liu didn't expect the news to spread so quickly: "Coincidentally, my daughter also had a fever that time, almost."

Master Feng was very surprised, and then looked at Bai Liu more cordially: "The child is also in the honor of Mrs. Gao?"

"Yes."

Thinking of what happened that day, Bai Liu still felt terrified: "I am really grateful to Director Gao's family."

Her eyeballs moved, and she lowered her voice: "Master Feng, do you know that there is one more thing that day?"

Master Feng looked around and nodded: "You mean someone snatched away the fever needle."

"The other day my old lady took her grandson there, and when she said there were no fever-reducing needles, she became anxious and was about to inquire about the news, when she heard that a leader of the railway had snatched the fever-reducing needles."

"Tell me, it doesn't matter if you come first, then you come first. It's also a leader. Look at the factory manager Gao, and then this one."

Master Feng's eyes were full of disdain, and he was obviously still very angry thinking about it.

Bai Liu lowered her eyes: "I heard that the child who arrived at the hospital earlier was let out."

"Do you believe it?" Master Feng snorted coldly, "To put it bluntly, there are no rules, if you report—"

"Ahem," Bai Liu interrupted him, "Don't talk about it, Master Feng, we just need to remember Director Gao's feelings in our hearts. To be honest, I also thank Factory Director Gao and Dr. Chang from the bottom of my heart."

"How do you know that Director Gao's wife's surname is Chang?" Master Feng felt that Bai Liu was a bit sophisticated.

Bai Liu didn't shy away from it: "I'm a tailor in our brigade. I heard that the textile factory has changed its director. Before I recommend myself, I always have to inquire."

Master Feng reluctantly accepted this reason, but another more important news moved him.

"Are you a tailor?"

"Yeah, don't I look like that?"

Master Feng was happy: "It's not like it, but it's like it. A person with such dexterity can do anything, and a person who can make beautiful buns must be dexterous."

Bai Liu was amused, and this was the reason why she was willing to make friends with Master Feng.

Master Feng is so humorous.

"We got to know each other after that. If your family came to me for making clothes, I would know many things." She boasted.

In fact, it's not boasting, after all, she used to be a teacher of the royal embroiderer.

"So powerful?" Master Feng covered the milk bucket and got up, "Then come with me, we are in trouble here, you must know better than us as a tailor."

Bai Liu's eyelids twitched, and she followed Master Feng inside with a blank expression.

According to the current situation, it could be related to the farm and her tailor.

Is it animal fur?
"Look, it's all goose feathers and duck feathers." Master Feng handed Bai Liu a cotton mask, "You wear it if you think it smells bad. The smell is really bad, and everyone can't stand it."

Bai Liu followed Master Feng to a small warehouse, where he saw several sacks of goose and duck feathers.

Do not understand.

"How many years has this been stored?" She couldn't help but stepped forward to touch it.

really dirty.

"It's something from last year. Originally, we dealt with it according to the original method, but some time ago, the city suddenly issued a document saying that waste should be turned into treasure. What kind of treasure can this broken duck feather and smelly goose feather be turned into?"

Master Feng looked at Bai Liu expectantly: "We thought about it and decided whether it can be used as wool. Wool has great uses."

Bai Liuxin said that wool is still different.

but--

"What you said makes sense, but there are few people raising sheep here, so we can't transport goose feathers and duck feathers to Inner Mongolia..." A thought suddenly flashed in Bai Liu's mind, "Wait, I seem to have a solution."

There is little cotton in this corner of the Northeast, and the winter is cold, and wool is also in short supply.

But what if duck and goose feathers could replace cotton?

They are lighter and not necessarily less warm than cotton.

"Master Feng, see if you can give me some goose down. I'll go back and try."

As long as the smell is removed, maybe it can be used as cotton.

Doesn't this just solve Gao Yongchang's urgent need?
Although this thing may not be able to earn foreign exchange, but things have to be done step by step. It is more important to help the Gao Yongchang Line gain a firm foothold first.

Master Feng hardly hesitated: "Okay, you come by bicycle, then I will pack a bag for you."

Bai Liu weighed it and took out one dollar.

"No need," Master Feng refused, "This is something that no one wants. After all, you should help us. How can I ask for money?"

She smiled and pretended: "Well, I will think about it as soon as possible, there must be a way."

Maybe it can kill two birds with one stone.

Bai Liu rode on the bicycle and left quickly, before leaving the gate, suddenly passed by another figure.

He Shengnan?
Why is she here?

A subtle strangeness rose in Bai Liu's heart, and he always felt that something was wrong.