After walking for a while, Li Qinglin thought the lantern was too dark, so he took out a flashlight to shine the way.

The older young wife said in surprise: "Captain Li, are you carrying a hand lamp? Why didn't you take it out early?"

At this time, the flashlight is definitely a rare thing. People have many names for it. Some people call it an electric light, some call it an electric stick, some call it a hand lamp, and some even call it a self-lit light, so it is normal to call it a hand lamp.

The woman called him Captain Li, which attracted Li Qinglin's attention. He asked, "Do you know me?"

The young wife said, "Don't you just live in our Sunzhuang Village? Who doesn't know you, Captain Li Da? Seeing that you are not old, you care about so many people. People in the village say that you are a baby company commander is capable. Chunliu said yesterday that you are energetic!" As he said that, he poked his partner around him with his hand and said, "Chunliu, did you still say that Captain Li was energetic yesterday?"

The young wife named Chunliu beside her blushed and said, "Huaihua, you said this yourself, right? Don't lean on me."

"Just say it, but I still don't admit it. He is still a little baby and will not eat you." Huaihua joked.

The two women seemed to be in a good mood. They were bickering all the way, and Sunzhuang Village arrived soon.

The village is dark and people probably fall asleep. They sleep very early in the countryside, especially in winter, when people get on the warm kang early.

Chunliu’s home is in the middle of the village. Li Qinglin stood in front of her yard and said, “Isn’t this the Sun family that makes tofu?”

Huaihua smiled and said, "You even buy tofu at his house every day. You only know now?"

Li Qinglin touched his head embarrassedly and said, "The buying things are done by others, I only know that his family makes tofu." As he said that, he asked Huaihua again, "What does your family do?"

Chunliu rushed to answer: "His man works as a postman in the city."

Li Qinglin said: "It turns out that it is still for the government."

Huaihua curled her lips and said, "Why is he doing things for the government? He just runs errands and sends letters. He doesn't get much money and doesn't come back for the whole month. He counts on me for all the work at home."

Chunliu covered her mouth and smiled, "I miss a man like a man, and she even said such a big mess."

Huaihua was so embarrassed that she wanted to go up and twist her. Chunliu hurried into the yard and closed the door, but she was still laughing "squeaking" inside.

Huaihua couldn't find an opponent, so she had to give up. However, she shouted outside the door: "Chunliu, there will be a gathering tomorrow, will you go?" Although she was asking Chunliu loudly, she glanced at Li Qinglin.

"If you go, I will go!" Chunliu replied inside.

"Then I'll agree that you'll get up early tomorrow." Huaihua said, glanced at Li Qinglin's eyes but seemed to be dripping water.

This woman was moved by the heart of spring! Li Qinglin thought to herself.

Huaihua's house is next to Chunliu's house. Li Qinglin sent her to the gate of the yard. At this time, a child in the room started crying. "Oh no, the child wet the bed." Huaihua immediately ran in.

Li Qinglin slowly walked back to the barracks, thinking about the seductive look of locust flowers in his heart. Li Qinglin had not had a good sleep that night.

The next day was Sunday, and Li Qinglin didn't need to go to the training class to study. It was just dawn, and Li Qinglin got up early. He seized the time to wash, then changed into casual clothes, and then went to the entrance of the village to wait for the two young wives.

After a while, the two young wives cleaned up and walked along the road. At this time, rural feudal ideas still prevailed, and ordinary young men and women generally did not travel with each other. Especially strangers like Li Qinglin, who were also a soldier. If they had nothing to do with the women in the village, they would be sued to the regiment headquarters in front of a weathered case.

Seeing Li Qinglin waiting by the roadside, Huaihua's eyes lit up, she smiled silently and continued to walk forward. Two women were walking in front, and Li Qinglin also pretended not to know them. He followed behind neither far nor near.

There is a market town four or five miles away from Sunzhuang. There is a market town every 3, 6 and 9 of the lunar calendar. Now it is just a slack farm, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so there are many people going to market.

Once he merged into the bustling crowd, Li Qinglin in casual clothes was not so conspicuous. He walked a few steps quickly and caught up with Huaihua and the others. The three of them walked around the market with laughter and laughter.

The rural markets are all agricultural product trading markets. The two young wives are just looking at new things in a few stores and stalls. The ones they really spend money to buy are some needles and threads.

After a short walk, Chunliu said she wanted to go to the market to help her family sell tofu, so she left early, leaving Li Qinglin and Huaihua to continue to visit the market.

Li Qinglin has always been disliked such purposeless shopping, so he said to Huaihua: "Are you tired? I'll treat you to a meal, okay?"

Huaihua smiled and said, "Okay, I'm poor today, you want to treat me to soup."

When Li Qinglin first arrived in Luoyang, he found a very strange phenomenon, that is, there are soup restaurants everywhere on the streets and alleys, which can be said to be a store in five steps and a store in ten steps. From the lookout outside the store, there are beef soup, mutton soup, beef soup, mutton soup, donkey soup, tofu soup, meatball soup, and no soup... Li Qinglin roughly counted that there were about twenty or thirty kinds.

Li Qinglin ate it once in the soup restaurant and found out that each soup restaurant really sells soup. In other places, soup is just a dish at the banquet, and in the lives of Luoyang people, soup is as important as the staple food.

Many people in Luoyang call breakfast drinking soup. Luoyang people seem to be born to like drinking soup. It can be said that if they don’t drink soup for a day, they will feel uncomfortable all over.

To say that the soup in Luoyang is really unique, if you want to make a good soup with a strong and delicious flavor in Luoyang, you must do three things: First, you must be willing to spend time. A good soup is usually cooked from the evening of the day and has to be boiled for one night; second, you must be willing to put seasonings. The soup pot usually contains a small pillow-sized seasoning bag, which contains pepper, star anise, cinnamon, grass fruit, etc., but the ingredients of each family are different. Some families have secret recipes that are secretly revealed to others; third, the water for the soup should be added at one time, and cold water should not be added in the middle, so the soup produced is called the original soup.

Luoyang people pay attention to the three beauties when drinking soup in the morning, both "lean meat, pancakes, and original soup", and both are indispensable. When you come to the soup restaurant in the morning, the boss will serve you a large bowl of seaweed carefully and sprinkle with chopped green onion, coriander or chili oil, and then soak it in the soup with pancakes, buns, oil cakes, etc., so it tastes rich and mellow. It will taste very rich and mellow. It will have no teeth and stick to it. It will taste really good. Therefore, there is a saying in Luoyang that "there is a bowl of soup in the morning, and the gods are not suitable for the gods."

There is a Ma Zhenshan beef soup restaurant on the side of the road. Diners gather on the tables on the street. Li Qinglin knew that the soup in this restaurant was absolutely authentic without asking, so he brought Huahua into the soup restaurant.
Chapter completed!