This time, there are two batches of things to be sent.

One is sent to Mr. Lu and Lu Mingfang, and the wild vegetables that Li Jinfeng dug by himself have been blanched and dried.

There are ferns, mustard greens, and mother-in-law, and then gray cabbage.

These are things that people in the city can't eat, and they are nutritious.

Li Jinfeng prepared a small baggage.

The other is thoughtful.

The salted fish sent by Zhou Quan last time, the Li family ate it for a long time.

When it is not green, it has also become a good dish on the table.

Count the days, don't send anything, it's time to be hungry again!

The rest is a letter to Lu Jianguo.

There are seven letters in total, and each one is written differently.

When these seven letters arrived at Lu Jianguo, Li Jinfeng estimated that he was about to leave for Jiangbei Province.

When the time comes, we will be able to meet.

Even so, Li Jinfeng still felt that he couldn't wait to see him immediately, listen to his voice, and talk to him.

Unfortunately, it's too hard.

Whether it's here, or in Jiangbei.

He said that the project he is working on now is extremely tricky, and it will take at least three months and at most six months to get out.

Even if she is in Jiangbei, she will not be able to meet until he finishes the experiment.

But in the end, in a city, breathing the air of the same place, the sense of distance will be much less.

Li Jinfeng came out of the post office and went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

It's about late, and the things of the supply and marketing cooperatives are almost sold.

The pork stall closed its doors early.

As soon as I inquired, I learned that now is the time when there is the greatest shortage of pork.

At the end of the year, pork is the best to buy.

Because the following communes have all turned in the task pigs.

Those who kill pork slaughter almost two or three pigs a day, but because of the large number of people and the need for pork at the end of the year, so many pigs are still not available.

As for now, at the beginning of spring, the pigs under the various communes are still piglets, far from the extent of slaughter.

From slaughtering two or three pigs the day before, to now, it takes three or two days to slaughter one.

Needless to say, the supply is needless to say, and the pigs that no one looks up to on weekdays are in the water, and the pig's heart and lungs are all snatched away.

Now the pork stalls are basically closed, and they only open once every day or two.

Li Jinfeng immediately understood that during this time, she couldn't take the pork out, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.

On the pork side, there was no hope, so she went to the grocery store to see if there was any fish or anything like that.

However, everyone may have the same idea as Li Jinfeng, when they go to the grocery store, the live fish is gone, and there is only about one crucian carp left, and I don't know how long it has been dead, and the eyes have lost their luster.

Not only money, but also fish tickets.

Li Jinfeng has never heard of the fish ticket, so naturally he has not.

As for the price, she also inquired, the fish is three cents and five pounds, which is slightly cheaper than meat, but the dead fish is not worth the price in Li Jinfeng's mind.

She went out of the supply and marketing cooperative, and from the space, she made a three-pound grass carp, cut it in half, took half of it out, tied it with a straw rope, and carried it to Zhao Mingcheng's house.

Right now, people in the city are having a hard time.

Meat, meat is not supplied.

Fish, and only dead fish.

Zhao Mingcheng did a lot of errands, letters, and packages for her.

Li Jinfeng said that he should also make their lives better within the scope of his ability.

Not only fish, but also fine grains.

When I arrived at Zhao's house, the door was opened as always, and it was Zhao Mingcheng's mother Yi Guihua.