In the Erliang Station, Zhou Wenzhong saw Zhang Xiufang busy exchanging national food stamps for others, so he pulled up a stool and sat aside to wait quietly.
"If you exchange 1 kilogram of local food stamps in Beijing for 9 taels of national food stamps, you have to give me another 1 tael of gas stamps."
"What did you say? Louder!"
Zhang Xiufang shouted what she just said to the old man again.
The old man took out a handful of bills from his jacket pocket. After checking them, Zhang Xiufang shouted: "These bills can only be exchanged for 7 pounds of national food stamps!"
"Can."
Zhang Xiufang sorted out the food stamps, took a drink of water and handed the national food stamps to the old man.
Zhou Wenzhong hurried over and said, "Buying food, these are 8 pounds of Beijing City food stamps."
"Where's the food shopping book?"
Zhou Wenzhong knew that his food purchase notebook had already written down enough food for this month. He knew in his heart that Zhang Xiufang was asking for benefits.
"I just need to buy 6 kilograms of grain."
"Hehehe...what kind of food should I buy?"
"flour."
"Where's the food shopping book?"
"Buy 4 pounds of white flour."
"Where's the food shopping book?"
"Don't let it go on forever! I'll just let you cut it in the waist. Don't go too far."
"Hehehehe..."
Zhang Xiufang pointed to the piles of white flour in the grain store and explained: "These are all owner-occupied things. I dare say you can't buy even a pound of white flour now."
"Chen Liang is also fine."
"Hey! Is this what Ma Erbao told you? Didn't he tell you that we had sold out the old grain a long time ago?"
"Can you just tell me what kind of food you can give me?"
"Your 8 kilograms of grain stamps can buy 2 kilograms of corn flour and 1 kilogram of sorghum flour. If you want to buy all 8 kilograms of grain, look over there."
Zhou Wenzhong looked in the direction Zhang Xiufang pointed, and saw a price list of new types of food replacement powder written on the small blackboard.
"I admit it!"
"Where's the money?"
Zhou Wenzhong looked at the price list. Corn flour cost 1.9 cents per catty, and sorghum black flour cost 3 cents per catty. He took out 4.1 cents from his pocket and handed it over, leaving the grain bag in his arms on the counter.
superior.
Zhang Xiufang took the iron dustpan and put it into the bag without forgetting to boast a few words.
"Just because we are friends, otherwise you go out and ask around, who doesn't take food replacement powder now? Just enjoy it secretly, don't show off when you go out, just take it."
Zhou Wenzhong looked at the scale code, picked up the grain bag and walked to the grain depot...
"Brother Zhong, do you have something to do with me?"
"Is my pet still alive?"
"Live and breathe well. If you want it, I can get it for you tomorrow."
"Don't worry, you have to help me raise it for a while. Here are 3 pounds of grain and 10 yuan. You must give me a letter of introduction from Ma Imam, my personal information and the purpose of this trip.
Everything has been written on this piece of paper for you. Can you do it?"
Ma Erbao took the cloth bag and writing paper, saw the address on it and asked: "Why are you going to Pinglu, Shanxi? Is there a train station there?"
"I took a train from Beijing East Railway Station to Shuoxian Station. The railway station in Shuoxian County was established in 1939. It was open from beginning to end, and it was only a few dozen kilometers away from the destination I wanted to go on this trip."
"Oh, let me go and ask for you. It should be almost able to be opened."
"I'm leaving on March 1st. You must make more trips in the past few days. Even if you have to spend time next to Ma Imam every day, you must give me this letter of introduction."
"What are you doing there?"
"My classmate is starving to death there. I have to take a last look at him. I'm leaving now. I'll come to you in two days to get a letter of introduction. The deadline on it is just one month."
"OK."
Zhou Wenzhong patted Ma Erbao's left arm several times, turned around and walked out of the grain depot towards the courtyard.
More than 20 minutes later, Zhou Wenzhong saw Zheng Jinfeng sitting on the steps of the courtyard gate.
"What are you doing sitting here?"
"Uncle Zhou, you are back. My dad asked me to wait for you here. Come into my house quickly... take a look at your house."
"Did something happen?"
Zheng Jinfeng pulled up Zhou Wenzhong's sleeve and walked home.
"It's okay, my dad said you have to check the house. So I was arranged to wait here for you to come back."
"squeak…"
Zheng Jinfeng pushed open the shabby wooden door of the small courtyard and pulled Zhou Wenzhong into the empty room.
"Hey! There's nothing! Not even a small stick is left. The water tank was taken away by my dad. Have you finished checking? I'm leaving first, Uncle Zhou. The house has been cleaned for you. My mom
Let me tell you that the stove in the courtyard was built just two years ago, and the furnace inside is fine, so you don’t have to rush to replace it. Don’t forget to buy a lock and hang it on the door."
"Oh, thanks."
"I'm leaving now. Goodbye."
After finishing speaking, Zheng Jinfeng ran out of the courtyard without waiting for Zhou Wenzhong's reply.
"Look at your turbulent look, you don't have any stability."
Zhou Wenzhong walked around the house several times. There was not even a single regular floor tile on the ground, and all the walls were covered with newspapers. When he tore the newspapers apart, they fell off, and the Korean paper on the beams was also torn.
hole.
There is no earthen kang in the bedroom, and the four marks on the ground are easily seen to be left by the previous wooden bed. The whole room is empty, and the light is too dark. There is a 1 meter by 1 meter window in the main room, and the bedroom
The windows inside are not even half a meter wide. The Feng Shui and Feng Shui are really the same.
"This house is really nice. I finally have a place to stay, not to mention a small yard of more than 10 square meters. It's not bad." Zhou Wenzhong sighed with emotion, closed the wooden door of the small yard and walked towards Zhou's house.
"Xiao Zhou, did you buy the Zheng family's house?"
"My aunt gave it to me, and the procedures have been completed at the street office."
"Okay, then we will be neighbors from now on."
"That's right, Uncle Sun, if you have anything to do, just say it. If you don't look up, we'll see each other. The days ahead will be long. Let's take our time."
Zhou Wenzhong smiled at Sun Ankang, turned around and pushed open the door of the Zhou family hall and walked in. He picked up the steamer and basin on the floor and walked into the bedroom.
He took out the Yi family's remaining 13 kilograms of refined grains from the space, lifted up the kettle on the floor, and started kneading pots of noodles. Without old noodles and baking powder, Zhou Wenzhong decided to wrap them all into dead bread today.
More than half an hour later, looking at the steamer full of dead dough, Zhou Wenzhong finally used up all the food in the space. He picked up the hot water on the coal stove and poured it into the enamel basin. By the way, he put the food in the space.
The 2 bundles of dry vermicelli and more than 1 bunch of dried shiitake mushrooms were thrown into the basin and soaked...
"Dangdangdangdang..."
Zhou Wenzhong stood in front of the desk with a cigarette in his mouth and started to chop onions, vermicelli, mushrooms, and Zhou’s cabbage...
"Dang! Hiss...hoo..."
Zhou Wenzhong threw away the kitchen knife, held a cigarette in his mouth and walked out of the main room to the base of the south wall. He picked up a bundle of firewood on the ground with both hands and ran towards the small courtyard.
"These firewood were collected from my previous life. It's been several days since I traveled here and I haven't burned them all yet."
"Xiao Zhou, what are you doing in such a hurry? You are running here and there."
"Uncle Sun, aren't you watching? Don't ask me any more questions. I have a lot of work on my hands. I won't say anything anymore."
Zhou Wenzhong bent down and stuffed the firewood into the stove, struck a match and lit it, then turned around and went back to Zhou's house to move things.
After running back and forth for more than 20 minutes, the first drawer of steamed buns finally started to smoke in the courtyard of the new house.
At this moment, Zhou Wenzhong is sitting in the bedroom of the Zhou family. Every 15 minutes, he has to run to the courtyard to pick out the steamed buns. 1 pound of live noodles can make 15 large buns. Today, he has to make 200 steamed buns.
Make a bun.
"I'm so annoyed. The bun stuffing is gone again! I have to go to the cellar to move Lao Yi's cabbage. If I had known, I wouldn't have cut it off like this last time. I remember they still have a few big radishes."
"squeak…"
Hearing the door to the main room open, Zhou Wenzhong rushed out of the bedroom in one stride.
"Lao Zhou, I'm ready to move."
Zhou Deming didn't even raise his eyelids and responded with his nose.
"Looking at your attitude, you are quite reluctant to let me go, so I'd better stay here for a few more years."
"No! Just talk about it directly."
"I took away the firewood before you came. I just remembered it now. I have collected all the firewood at home for so many years. You can pay me for the work. I will suffer a little loss and don't ask for much, so you can
Give me 100 yuan."
"Isn't this an obvious robbery?"
Zhou Wenzhong patted the flour on his hands and closed the wooden door of the Zhou family hall. He took out the May 1st pistol from his waist, pulled the sleeve and loaded the bullet, and pressed it against Zhou Deming's forehead.
"You're right, I'm snatching it now. In addition, the price has changed. In addition to the previous 100 yuan, when you come back from get off work tomorrow, don't forget to bring me two flashlights and 4 large batteries. Do you understand? "
Zhou Deming swallowed. His wife had said many times that Zhou Wenzhong was no longer his son. Some time ago, he dared to stab himself with a knife. He had already seen it at that time. He didn't expect that he would now play with guns.
Why is the rate of progress so fast?
"give or not?"
"My family doesn't have that much money."
"If you don't have money, write an IOU. It says you owe me 130 yuan."
"Didn't you use a two-cent profit calculation?"
"Didn't you see the gun in my hand? Now that the market has gone up, my interest rate will also increase accordingly. When one day I get a submachine gun, the interest rate will be increased to 4 cents by then. Wait for me
If you replace it with a mortar, the interest will be 8 cents. I ask you again, do you want to give it? If you want to try, I can make your death a suicide. Your department store counter team will definitely treat this
All the debts that have not been reconciled for many years must be blamed on you. Anyway, I have divided the house. This matter has nothing to do with me. The final conclusion is that this house will be sold to pay off the debts. I just spent too much.
For a little money, you'll save your life."
"I wrote."
Zhou Wenzhong put away his gun and watched Zhou Deming lying on the table writing an IOU.
"Additionally, if you don't repay the money within one month, you will give me this house."
"Why did you change your mind again?"
"Made, who asked you to ask me so many questions just now? Didn't I answer you? Don't you have to pay for my intellectual property rights? You are 40 years old, can you understand something?"
"you…"
"Ask? If you ask again, the interest will still go up."
"But I don't have that much money! How do you want me to pay it back?"
Zhou Wenzhong said in a tone of hatred that iron cannot be used to make steel: "You can sell your job! I will take 20% of the job after the job is completed, will you sell it? In addition, the IOU now states that you owe me 140 yuan, if I don't give you an increase
Doesn’t it mean that I, Zhou Wenzhong, have no say in the price? Are you right?
For the sake of our relationship over the years, let me make an exception for you. The monthly 3-cent interest on 140 yuan is 42 yuan. After you transfer the house to me, you can only pay me the interest every month.
.”
Zhou Wenzhong put his hands on Zhou Deming's shoulders and kneaded them vigorously. He leaned into his ear and whispered softly: "Have you seen what happened to my opponent, Lao Yan? Guess how I was included on the list of going to the countryside? Why don't you do it again?
Guess why I accompanied him to the labor camp? Finally, think about the root of this matter. You are a smart person and you can definitely figure out the reason behind this."
Zhou Deming took a deep breath and said: "I'm moving!"
"No, no, no, no..."
Zhou Wenzhong shook his head and said: "I still understand the meaning of a full meal. You are now my long-term employee. How could I let you go so easily? Besides, don't always think about hiding money.
Get up, the savings you have accumulated over the years are definitely not as simple as what was in the iron box last time."
"I really have no money! You checked it last time."
"Tough!"
"Our family really has no money!"
"Still stubborn! It doesn't matter whether you have money or not. The most important thing is not to harm me. Do you know how many people are starving to death outside now? I really don't understand why my name appeared on that day despite my age.
On the list for going to the countryside, it seems that some people are holding back and want me to die! To be honest, I feel really chilled!"
Zhou Wenzhong put his left hand around Zhou Deming's neck, and with his right hand held a gun and hit him on the back of the head.