Li Sanjiang thought about it and felt that what everyone said was very reasonable.
I was rescued today, but what should I do if I commit suicide again tomorrow?
Is it possible to look at my mother all day long?
However, when he thought about causing trouble to his old comrades, he felt very entangled and conflicted in his heart.
"Okay, Mom, I promise you, as long as you don't seek short-term opportunities anymore, I will promise you anything."
Li Sanjiang finally chose to compromise between family ties and principles.
However, he looked very painful.
In fact, everyone quite understands him.
He is now missing a leg and is disabled. He has a very strong self-esteem and is especially afraid that others will look down upon him. He never attends gatherings of comrades in arms and does not want to trouble others when something happens.
Over time.
This has caused his current mentality.
However, it's okay now. Under Cui Hongying's pressure, he had to compromise.
"Son, my mother is very happy that you can agree. But don't worry, we can't let your brothers help in vain. We will pay back the money slowly. The most important thing now is to marry the girl first, so as to prevent their family from having trouble again.
Moth."
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Li Sanniang nodded with tears in her eyes.
Li Sanjiang sat on the ground and glanced at everyone. He was a little excited and choked up,
"Brothers, don't say anything anymore, thank you!"
He bowed his head and saluted everyone.
"That's right. We are all brothers. No one has ever encountered difficulties."
"Okay, stop being sensational, we're still waiting for the wedding wine."
Cui Hongying was very happy when she saw this.
Her son's life-long affairs were resolved, and her heart was relieved. Her greatest wish in this life was that her son would marry a wife, and finally be able to flourish and continue the family lineage of the old Li family.
She stood up, first went to get Li Sanjiang's crutches, and then helped him up.
Then he said to everyone,
"Auntie, thank you for what happened today."
Cui Hongying helped Li Sanjiang walk back, then turned around and said, "Let's go to my house for dinner. Auntie will make dumplings for you."
"Okay, let's eat dumplings."
Everyone responded with a smile.
Everyone understood each other tacitly, and no one said anything about what happened today.
After all, the result is good, which is what everyone wants to see.
Several people took a car back to Li Sanjiang's house.
Yang Jun greeted Ji Demin and told him to go to the credit union to withdraw money.
Ji Demin didn't say anything after hearing this, but gave him a stack of food stamps and meat stamps.
Yang Jun looked at it and put it directly into his pocket without refusing.
Then, he drove alone in another direction.
Three hundred yuan is not a small amount of money, and no one would carry hundreds of yuan around, so Yang Jun made an excuse to get money, but in fact he was going to get some ingredients.
Cui Hongying said that she wanted to treat everyone to eat dumplings. This was not a joke. With a dozen or so strong men, they could not make people poor.
Treating guests to dumplings is the highest way to express gratitude.
However, not everyone can afford it, let alone so many people today.
Nowadays, food rations are so tight, and white flour is even more difficult to obtain. Even if the entire year's fine grain quota is used, it will not be enough for them to eat a meal.
Therefore, of course he couldn't eat this meal with peace of mind, so Ji Demin asked him to go out and buy some white noodles and pork.
He has flour and money in his space, so he doesn't even need to make a special trip to the vegetable market.
He drove the car to a deserted place, looked around and saw no one around. With a thought, a fifty kilogram bag of flour appeared on the back seat. Then he took out three hundred yuan and twenty kilograms of pork from the space.
.
He was afraid of attracting attention, so he deliberately delayed his return for a while.
Returning to the yard where Li Sanjiang's house is located, Yang Jun walked in carrying pork in one hand and flour in the other.
As soon as she entered the yard, she saw Cui Hongying borrowing flour and meat stamps from her neighbors.
"Her Aunt Wang and Jiang'er's comrades are here. I want to make some dumplings for them to eat. Can you please lend me five jins of white flour and two jins of meat coupons first, and I will return them to you at the end of the year."
The person who was borrowed food stamps was an aunt about the same age as Cui Hongying.
When she heard that she was borrowing food stamps and meat stamps, and that she was borrowing so many, she suddenly showed a troubled expression on her face.
"Aunt Li, it's not that I won't lend it to you. I've been eating steamed buns for half a year. Where can I get the white flour? As for the meat tickets, even if I lend you, I can't buy meat in the market."
"His Aunt Wang..."
Cui Hongying wanted to say something more, but Aunt Wang turned around and went home and closed the door.
When Yang Jun saw this, his expression was desolate.
Unexpectedly, life was so difficult for everyone. If you wanted to eat dumplings, you had to borrow them from your neighbors.
Even if Cui Hongying can borrow noodles and meat tickets today, what can he use to return them in the future?
"Auntie, do you see what I brought back?"
Yang Jun showed her the pork and white meat in his hand.
"Ah, aunt doesn't even know what to say. She said she wanted to treat you to dumplings, but in the end she even asked you to provide the ingredients. I..."
Cui Hongying burst into tears as she spoke.
"Auntie, look what you said, if you really treat us to eat dumplings, will your family be impoverished?" Yang Jun joked, half joking.
"You see, you have helped us so much and even asked you to pay for it. I don't even know what to say..."
"Auntie, just treat us as your own sons, and don't be polite to us."
"That……"
Cui Hongying wanted to say something else, but Yang Jun was afraid that she would never finish it, so he said directly: "Aunt, I have been acting with you for a day, and I am already hungry. Let's go back and make dumplings."
"Okay, okay, aunt will make dumplings for you right now."
When Cui Hongying heard this, she burst into laughter, took the pork from Yang Jun and walked home.
As soon as we got home, everyone came over to help.
After all, everyone knows how troublesome it is to make dumplings, not to mention that everyone can't watch Cui Hongying work alone.
Fortunately, we are all veterans.
When I was in the army, during the Chinese New Year, everyone would go to the cafeteria to help make dumplings, so everyone here can make dumplings more or less.
Wang Erwa changed into Li Sanjiang's clothes. He took the dough bag from Yang Jun's hand, found a basin and started kneading the dough.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This guy likes kneading noodles the most. In his words, kneading the dough in his hands is like kneading a little white rabbit, it is soft and feels good.
Several other comrades-in-arms were also idle, some helped boil water to scald pig hair, and some helped select green onions.
The only one who didn't take action was Ji Demin.
This old guy was sitting on a chair at the door, looking carefree, puffing out cigarettes, and looking at the busy figure in front of him with blurred eyes.
He seems to like the way everyone is united and helping each other very much. If one party is in trouble, all parties will support him. There is no Flame Mountain that cannot be overcome in this world.
Yang Jun found a small bench and sat next to him. Seeing that he was about to finish his cigarette, he quickly pulled out a Zhonghua and handed it to him.
He did not continue to smoke, but took it and looked at it, and then said,
"Help me get two thousand kilograms of pork."
Just when Yang Jun was about to refuse, he raised his hand to signal and interrupted him,
"Don't tell me you can't get it. There's no meat for sale in the market now. You managed to get so much meat in just two cigarettes. I don't believe you at all if you say you have no way."
Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this.
He didn't expect Ji Demin to be so observant. He deliberately stayed out for so long before coming back, but he still figured out the clues.
"I have an acquaintance at the vegetable market, and he keeps some for me every day, so I just go and get them."
Ji Demin smiled and shook his head slightly.
"Now the workers in our factory haven't seen meat for almost half a year. I just want to get a pound of meat for each of them to taste it. I don't even ask you where you got it from. I'm shamelessly begging you for this."
Can you come back?"
Yang Jun spread his hands and sighed: "What else can I say?"
"One dollar and seventy pounds." Yang Jun said.
"Why don't you go and grab it?" Ji Demin was shocked when he heard this and said with a pinched neck.
"Oh, am I not robbing you?"
"You... okay, don't bring a ticket."
When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately rolled his eyes.
Now in the market, pork has been sold for one yuan and sixty pounds, which is double the original price. And even at this price, no one wants to buy the meat.
Only one pig is killed in the wet market every day, and this pig is not big, only weighing less than 200 kilograms at most. After the pig is killed, it cannot be placed on the stall.
Most of these porks have been sold out in advance by various internal relationships, so ordinary citizens cannot see what the pork looks like at all.
This is a typical marketable but priceless thing.
When is the richest time in the hands of ordinary people now, it must be now.
Because the meat stamps cannot be spent, and they are all kept in hand.
As for Lao Ji's suggestion of not bringing a ticket, it seems like he is taking advantage, but in fact it has no impact at all.
There is a ticket but no meat, and the meat ticket stub has no effect.
Therefore, it doesn't matter if you want meat tickets or not, but at the rate of one yuan and seventy pounds, Yang Jun still makes a net profit of ten cents per pound.
"Okay, I'll come to the warehouse tonight."
Yang Jun didn't bother to argue about the meat tickets and simply agreed.
"What warehouse?" Ji Demin asked.
Yang Jun gestured towards Li Tiezhu with his chin and said, "Let Li Gangtou take you there tonight."
After Ji Demin heard this, he thought for a moment and didn't ask any more questions.
Afterwards, the two changed the subject, and no one mentioned pork.
Cui Hongying was scraping pig hair with boiling water next to the pool. A large piece of red meat was placed in the pool. The kitchen knife in her hand kept scraping back and forth on the pig skin, making a "squeaking" sound.
All the people in the yard were attracted at once, whether adults or children, their eyes were fixed on the pork, their Adam's apples were moving up and down, and the sound of swallowing could be heard from time to time.
"Aunt Li, can you please even out half a pound of meat? My iron egg hasn't tasted meat in half a year."
asked a middle-aged woman next to her.
Hearing this, Cui Hongying raised her head and smiled at her and said: "Tiedanma, I'm sorry, this meat was brought by comrades from Sanjiang. I can't make the decision randomly. If it's mine, let alone half a catty, it's just a pound."
It doesn’t matter if I give it to you for free.”
Tiedan Mama curled her lips when she heard this.
Even a fool can tell that this is Chi Guoguo showing off.
If you don't want to be even, then it's not even. Why use Sanjiang comrades as a shield.
After hearing what Cui Hongying said, the other neighbors were too embarrassed to speak again, so they quickly took their children home.
Cui Hongying looked at the people leaving, a look of pride flashed in her eyes.
I usually borrow a green onion or two pounds of stick noodles from you, but looking at the way you are picking at it, it seems like you are afraid you won't be able to pay it back.
Now I see my family eating pork dumplings, are you greedy?
If I had known today, why did I do it in the first place?
When Yang Jun and Ji Demin saw this, their comrades did not laugh at Aunt Li's narrow peasant ideas.
Because this is the norm.
In an era when supplies are extremely scarce, no one is so generous as to be generous to others.
If you don't care more about life, your life will be miserable.
