When passing by the middle courtyard, He Yuzhu's and He Yuzhu's rooms were both dark. It seemed that He Yuzhu was running a small stove for the leaders in the factory again.
After smelling it, it was the smell of meat coming from Qin Huairu's house.
It seems that He Yuzhu paid the tuition for their family yesterday, and then got a promise of five yuan from Yi Zhonghai, and he was already eating meat before the New Year.
The smell of meat is really mouth-watering.
I looked at the vegetables in the bag and wondered if I should go back and make a meal of pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew.
A fragrant dish.
After thinking about it, I decided to forget it. It’s too much trouble. I still have some ribs and lean meat left, so just fry some.
Whatever... fry some...
If others knew what Lin Fan was thinking, they would definitely hate him to death.
A talent like this can still be speculated casually. How can any family have such a quality of life as Lin Fan?
Returning to the backyard, he threw the bag aside.
After a lot of effort, I lit the firewood and started the stove.
After adding water to the soup pot and iron pot, cover the pot, take out the stick noodles, scoop some into a basin, add water and stir.
When it was almost time, it stopped.
It's not enough to eat white noodles every day. You still have to give people the illusion that I ate white noodles before because of my upgrade. Now the celebration is over and I have to return to my original life.
The monthly ration is only so much, so how can there be so much white flour for you to eat?
Therefore, thick noodles are the mainstream on everyone’s dining table, and stick noodles are considered to be the better thick noodles.
After looking at the water tank at home, Lin Fan saw that there was no water. Lin Fan took a bucket and went out to fill it with water.
There is running water in the front, middle and backyard of the courtyard, which is divided into two faucets and sinks.
This is where you get water. Most of the daily laundry, washing vegetables, pots and pans, etc. are done here.
It's getting late now, and there's a petite woman washing vegetables at the faucet.
Wearing a blue cotton coat, his temperament is different from that of most people.
"Sister Xiao'e, get ready to cook!"
"Yes!" Lou Xiao'e raised her head and glanced at Zhou Hao, "By the way, Xiaofan, I have some mushrooms here, take them and try them."
Lin Fan, who was opening the faucet to fill the water, was a little surprised when he saw a handful of mushrooms in front of him.
"Sister Xiao'e is too polite, you should eat it yourself."
It's winter now, and there are very few fresh mushrooms unless they are in some mountains.
If they could get it, I'm afraid it was given by people in the commune when Xu Damao showed his movies.
It was said to be a gift, but Xu Damao definitely wanted it.
Otherwise, if there is such good food in the countryside, even if you don't eat it yourself, you can go to the supply and marketing cooperative to exchange for some things, such as salt.
"Why are you being polite to me? Take it."
Lou Xiao'e couldn't help but put the mushroom into his hand.
"That guy Damao always gets these things, so don't be polite to us."
"Okay then, thank you sister Xiao'e!"
Lin Fan sighed in his heart, Lou Xiao'e was really kind-hearted and generous.
It's a pity that Xu Damao took it away, and the future will be even worse.
It’s okay to have a child with Silly Zhu, but she hasn’t even taken the man home yet.
He couldn't even save his own mother, but was actually caught by He Daqing.
This poor woman is also an epitome of the sadness of this era.
"It seems that Xu Damao went to the countryside to play a movie today. Lou Xiao'e has been at home alone these days. Do you want to remind this woman?"
Lin Fan looked at Lou Xiao'e and thought: "But no one will believe me even if I say it in vain. It's better not to tell others how many years they have been married."
Stop what you are thinking and wait until you hit Qicun directly. At that time, facts speak louder than words.
The bucket was filled with water. Zhou Hao took the bucket home and poured the water into the water jar.
Seeing that the water in the pot has not boiled yet, continue.
When the water tank is full and the water in the pot boils, start making polenta.
After tasting the corn paste, Zhou Hao frowned, but swallowed it anyway.
Although it is a little hard to swallow, it is still edible, and it is not so much that he cannot eat it.
When I was alone, I never ate anything. When I was in college, because I couldn’t find a suitable part-time job for a month, I ate one steamed bun every day for a week.
At that time, he was still growing and his body was in need of energy. He went to class hungry and almost fainted from hunger.
He survived. It's not just stick noodles. It can fill his stomach. There's nothing he can't swallow.
Pour the batter out of the pot, set it aside to keep warm, then heat up the remaining ribs from yesterday, cut the shredded meat, add the washed mushrooms and cabbage and simmer for a few minutes.
Then I started eating these dishes without any hesitation.
"Uh~"
After burping loudly, Lin Fan began to pack his things and prepare to soak his feet.
At about nine o'clock in the evening, most of the houses in the courtyard had turned off their lights, and only a few houses still lit kerosene lamps. It still looked dark from the outside.
There is no nightlife in this era, electricity bills are very expensive, and people are not willing to bear kerosene lamps. What's more, if you don't go to bed on such a cold day, will you freeze?
At this time, the middle courtyard was dark and very quiet. If you listened carefully, you could still vaguely hear the sound of someone snoring.
Suddenly, the curtains of two houses in the middle courtyard were lifted open, and a man and a woman walked out from two different directions.
The man holds a cloth bag in his hand, and the woman has empty hands.
It's Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu.
Yi Zhonghai came to Qin Huairu with the cloth bag and handed it over casually.
Little did he know that this scene was noticed by two people.
One was Liu Haizhong who had just returned from going to the bathroom, and the other was Jia Zhang who was peeking out of the window.
Qin Huairu took the bag naturally and said, "How can I thank you?"
Yi Zhonghai: "Oh~ Why are you thanking me? Take it back quickly, don't let others see it."
"I said, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, don't steam those two noodles for your children, steam them for a while."
Qin Huairu: "Hey!"
After the exchange ended, the two of them went home separately.
Peeping Liu Haizhong secretly returned home, and Jia Zhang quickly closed the curtains.
After returning home, Qin Huairu still stayed up late making clothes in front of the sewing machine. Jia Zhang was lying on the bed: "I said, are you still finished?"
Later, Qin Huairu brought the clothes to Jia Zhang, but Jia Zhang got up and took the clothes and threw them directly to the ground: "I won't wear unclean clothes."
Qin Huairu felt a little aggrieved and puzzled: "Do you think the money came from an unfair source?"
Then Mrs. Jia Zhang began to dislike the flour given by Yi Zhonghai as unclean. After a simple argument, Qin Huairu said, "Don't eat it if you can," and threw her clothes on the chair with her hands.
The next day, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.
Wear a hat and a homemade mask.
Open the door carefully. This old wooden door will still make a slight sound even if there are a few drops of oil.
After finally opening and closing the door, he stepped towards the courtyard gate.
It's past three o'clock in the winter, and no one gets up so early.
Lin Fan's movements were not noticed by outsiders. He quickened his pace when he arrived at the entrance of the courtyard.
According to the location in memory, we arrived at a street in about ten minutes.
It's not four o'clock yet, it's dark, but the street is lit up.
Many people are walking around, and there are various stalls on both sides of the street.
Although it felt a bit crowded, it was very quiet.
There are only some kerosene lamps, flashlights and the like in front of the stalls, but most of them are covered with black cloth, and the black cloth is only removed during transactions.
Everyone's voice was very low, and most of them used hand gestures to determine the amount of the transaction.
Both buyers and sellers abide by the rules here.
This is a pigeon market. In an era when supplies were scarce, food stamps and meat stamps were insufficient, which naturally gave rise to such a pigeon market.
The pigeon market is actually a black market.
The reason why it is called so is because it is a small business district scattered all over the place.
Because like a pigeon, although it is small, it has all the internal organs, and all kinds of transactions can be found here.
That’s why the black market is called the pigeon market.
In fact, there are also special commission stores in the city, markets for buying and selling second-hand goods, and no tickets are needed.
There is one in Xuanwumen not far from the Siheyuan. It is legal and is supervised by relevant departments.
But the consignment store's business is so good that you can't just walk over and buy what you want.
Some of the things Lin Fan bought and sold were obviously not suitable for others to know, so he naturally chose the pigeon market.
Of course what Lin Fan brought out this time was not food, but some scarce but not very important supplies, just some tea and fruits.
As for the pork, chickens and ducks, he didn't even bring them out.
It is better to buy tea and fruits. These things are not very important, but the price is relatively high.
One transaction can be worth several times the price of other grain transactions, and the target is small and will not attract attention.
Lin Fan took out the flashlight from his pocket and prepared five kilograms of tea, five kilograms of apples and five kilograms of bananas.
The tea was divided into one or two bags and cost one or two and a half cents. Lin Fan had never bought tea before, but he thought the price should not be expensive. After all, he didn't need a ticket, and it was the best Huangshan Maofeng.
As for apples and bananas, they cost five yuan a pound. They have a price but no market. He sets the price at will. Anyway, at this time of year, there is no such fruit for sale in Sijiu City.
When Lin Fan put the items out, he quickly attracted people who came to inquire about the price.
But after hearing the price from Lin Fan, many people were deterred. Although they were greedy, wouldn't it be nice to have the money to buy more food for the family?
So it took half an hour before someone bought half a catty of tea from Lin Fan.
But as time went by, more and more people came to Pigeon Market, and by about five o'clock, Lin Fan finally sold out all the things in his hands.
Some of those who hadn't bought anything asked Lin Fan when he would come over again. Lin Fan's stuff was good stuff. Even if he didn't eat it himself, it would be very honorable to give it to others.
Lin Fan's whole body was wrapped up, and he didn't even reveal his true face. He just said that he would talk about it when he had a chance. He didn't say when he would come over next time.
It’s better to have less of this kind of behavior and not show up too often.
Today is just an experiment to see how the pigeon market reacts to these things.
The result was surprisingly good, some people bought it, and the supply exceeded demand.
It seems that in the future we will have to add a little more variety, but it won’t be too much, just a few dozen kilograms will be enough.
A total of seventy-five yuan was sold, and one night's hard work was more than one month's salary.
No wonder many people are doing business on the black market. You can indeed make money by buying and selling.
It’s no wonder that the country cracks down on speculation. With such high returns, some people will definitely take risks.
Lin Fan was so shocked that he decided not to come to the Pigeon Market this month. It was too scary.
When he went back, he was surprised to see someone selling oil.
Vegetable oil is expensive, and he never thought that someone would be willing to sell it.
The price of cooking oil is not expensive, but you need to have oil coupons.
You must know that the monthly ration for each person in Sijiucheng is three taels of oil. In an era when most people have no oil or water in their stomachs, who is willing to sell it?
Lin Fan didn't dare to sell this kind of thing. Grain and oil were strategic materials, so he didn't dare to get into trouble.
Back in the courtyard, several households had already turned on their lights, but they hadn't gone out yet.
Lin Fan carefully returned to his home without taking off his clothes. He would get up and go to work soon. He was not sleepy at this time. The trip to Pigeon City was really exciting.
As for whether he was energetic at work, he didn't care. He could just sleep. Anyway, he had an apprentice, so there was nothing wrong with him a year ago.
Just save that part for tomorrow, you can do whatever you want if you have the money.
PS: As I was about to go back after get off work at around 7 o'clock yesterday, my mother called me and told me that my father was in the hospital and needed an operation because there was something growing in his nose.
When I heard this, I was almost frightened to death. I thought it was cancer, so I panicked a lot.
After I arrived at the hospital, my dad, my mom, and my dad's friend went through the procedures at the hospital. After asking, I found out that it was because there were polyps in my nose, and a small operation would be enough.
After listening to it, I relaxed and it scared me.
My mother was also gasping for breath, and she didn’t tell her clearly in advance that she had polyps, and she didn’t tell her carefully. It was not that scary. It made me rush to the hospital in a hurry, and I was scared to death.
I didn't wait until after 11 o'clock in the evening for the operation, and didn't go back to rest until after one in the morning.
I didn't have any rest this week. I was still at work today. I went to the hospital in the evening. I recovered well and will be discharged from the hospital in a few days. It's not a big deal.
There have been few updates in the past two days, so I will make up for it with four updates tomorrow.
I posted a recommendation today, but I haven’t kept up with the updates. I’m sorry everyone.