Pushing the door of the main room, the hot air from the coal stove hit my face, and I felt much warmer instantly. Since I wasn't going to turn on the fire to cook at night, I might as well go to bed early. As soon as Zhou Wenzhong turned around, he was stopped by Ma Guihong.
"Boss, you heard what the leader of the subdistrict office just said. Our family still has some food stamps for this month. You can take them to the second grain station tomorrow to help replace food for the family."
"Hey, what do I think? It's no problem! It's all up to me. If they dare to be short of a pound, I will smash the scale at the grain station! Give me the food stamps and money, I will
I'll carry the food back tomorrow night after work is over."
Ma Guihong was very happy after hearing this. It was good for her family to work at the grain station! Ma Liu got up and went back to the house to take out a handkerchief bag. After opening it, there were 6 Beijing City Wu Shijin grain stamps in it. These were local grain stamps.
"What kind of food are you buying? Bangzi noodles 1 cent 9. According to regulations, our family of 4 can buy 8 kilograms of rice every month. Although they are all brown rice, the prices are different. Southern rice 1 cent 7 cent 5. Jinci rice 1 cent
9 cents and 6 cents for Fuxi rice, 2 cents and 9 cents for white flour per catty, 1 and 2 cents for cornmeal, and 2 cents and 2 cents for sorghum flour.”
Ma Guihong's eyes hesitated. With so many grains to choose from? He was a little undecided for a moment.
Zhou Wenxin reminded: "Mom, buy Jinci rice. Although it is 2 cents more expensive than southern rice, it can produce oil."
"After preparing 8 kilograms of rice, what should I buy for the remaining 22 kilograms of grain?"
"Buy 20 jins of stick noodles and 2 jins of white noodles."
"Okay, no problem. Give me a total of 2 yuan, 3 cents and 50 cents. I can't find the 2 cents at all. Just buy more scales. Give me the food shopping book as well. I have to use it tomorrow. Just take the money and
Tickets are not enough."
"Wenxin, is it 2 yuan, 35 cents?"
"Wait a minute, let me do the math first."
Zhou Wenxin squatted on the ground, took the stove hook and began to make gestures on the ground.
"It's so much money. The boss calculated it right just now."
Ma Guihong took out the money from her pocket and handed it to Zhou Wenzhong. She also gave Zhou Wenzhong two cloth pockets.
"I'll finish my work tomorrow and come back early! I must have tightened my grip on the bag."
"Don't worry, it's all up to me. Let's go to bed early. I'm going back to the house to sleep. My whole body hurts so much."
"You don't wait until your dad comes back?"
"No wait, I'll be hungry after sitting for a while. It's better to lie down, because the acid water in my stomach will make me hungry."
As soon as Zhou Wenzhong entered the bedroom, he kicked off his shoes and lay down on the smelly bed with folded money bills dangling in his hand.
"Look! I'm rich again! Buy grain? Do you deserve to eat grain? Go ahead and eat bran! Haha..."
At around 7 o'clock in the morning the next day, light snow was still falling in the sky, and the noise in the central courtyard almost opened the sky. The reason was that the faucet was frozen. Zhou Wenzhong was standing by the pool in the central courtyard, holding a
Holding Yi Zhonghai's iron kettle, he bent over to pour boiling water on the faucet.
"Master, I've poured 3 pots of boiling water here, but it won't boil at all! Please turn on the other faucets and climb up to listen. Is there any sound of hehe~?"
"Don't worry about it. The pipe you are watering is the main pipe. If there is no water coming out from here, forget about other faucets."
"That's it. I estimate that we still need 6 pots of boiling water. This big iron pipe is too frozen to porcelain. I think we should find some hay to wrap the faucet."
"Sigh... you blame me too. After the meeting yesterday, I was busy distributing things to everyone. I forgot about it when I was in a hurry. Wait for lunch and let your aunt lead the people in the yard to make some straw rope bags.
On the water pipe."
"Then let's..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a "gurgling..." sound coming from the faucet. Zhou Wenzhong quickly threw the kettle in his hand on the ground, put his mouth on the faucet, and slurped hard.
"Crash..."
"Bah...bah...there is a smell of rust in the faucet. Bah...there is also rust residue!"
Yi Zhonghai patted Zhou Wenzhong on the shoulder with satisfaction.
"Okay, stop sucking the smell here. Everyone, hurry up. People who go to school or work should use the faucet first. Those who have nothing to do go home and continue to boil water. Other faucets must also be opened in the frozen areas."
Zhou Wenzhong took some tooth powder, held the toothbrush in his right hand, stirred it in his mouth, and walked to the door of Sha Zhu's house.
He jumped hard with his legs, raised his left hand and grabbed it. He broke off a 1.3-meter-long ice skate from the eaves of the stupid pillar. He held it in his hand and waved it with satisfaction.
After washing up, Zhou Wenzhong gave the "Ice Crystal Sword" in his hand to a random child.
Returning to the dining table in his main room, he drank up the watery corn noodle porridge, then walked into the bedroom and silently recited: "Sign in."
"Ding...Sign in successfully! Today's reward is a folding small round mirror No. 6. It has been stored in the storage space."
"Huh? What a treasure! I have traveled through time so long, and my appearance is still preserved in the memory of my predecessor. Today I can finally take a look at what I look like."
Number 6 is the unit of size. Mirrors, pots, bowls, and basins these days are all distinguished by number. The largest is the enamel basin No. 44. If it is larger, it is a baby bath tub made of tinplate. The largest is similar to
Hard plastic brown pot. The next step will have to be customized.
A stainless steel mirror with a diameter of about 8 centimeters appeared in the hand, and it was folded open! The overall appearance is similar to that of a pocket watch. There are words printed on the mirror shell: Guilin's landscape is the best in the world! The picture is also Guilin's mountains and rivers, or painted. When opened, it is ordinary
The small round mirror has printed on the inside of the cover: If I don’t like red makeup, I will…
"This...the meaning of these two sentences is inconsistent!"
Pushing aside the bangs on his forehead, Zhou Wenzhong finally saw his appearance clearly. The mirror at home was placed in Ma Guihong's room.
Zhou Wenzhong had previously thought about using the reflection principle of window glass, but the actual conclusion was that he could not see clearly at all.
"The eyebrows are broad, the lips are slightly thick, the ears are wide, and the eyes are soft and dull. If Xu Damao's appearance is 80 points, then his appearance is 70 points. Not bad, good, honest and loyal face, so satisfied, haha
…”
Zhou Wenzhong just smiled twice in front of the mirror and then suppressed his smile.
"wrong!"
A smile appeared on his face again, and he turned his head around to check in the mirror.
"Why do you feel like you are smiling but not smiling?"
He reached out and pinched his cheeks, gesticulating in front of the mirror.
"Well, to maintain this smile, you need to form muscle memory. This kind of appearance can easily deceive people. Coupled with my slightly dull eyes, it's perfect!"
"No woman can refuse this mirror! It is a very delicate folding small round mirror. From Jia Zhang to Yan Jiedi, they will be captured by it. Find a rich man and sell this small mirror! Haha.
…”
Collect the two cloth bags on the table in the space and prepare to go to the grain station.
Ma Guihong had been waiting in the main room for a long time. She opened her mouth and asked, "Why are you laughing alone in the room? Are you picking up money?"
"You're not laughing. I heard someone laughing just now. It must be someone in the yard. I didn't pay attention. Is something wrong?"
"It's okay. If I keep talking to you again, remember to pack the food and come home as soon as work is done."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm leaving."
I pushed open the door of the hall and strode to the door of the courtyard. The snow that had melted yesterday had frozen over after a night of precipitation. Some people were spreading cinders on the street, and some were busy sweeping the floor with big brooms. No.
People were having a snowball fight, and the snow on the ground that had been stepped on was dark and dirty.
Zhou Wenzhong stuttered along the way and arrived at the door of Erliang Station.
"Huh? Why are there so many people gathered around the Erliang Station? Are they gathering to cause trouble? Or was there an accident at the Erliang Station?"
I squeezed forward a few steps, separated from the crowded crowd, and came to the first row. I looked up and saw that it was not a riot at all, but that the Erliang Station had posted a notice on the wall of the courtyard early in the morning.
The paper on the right side of the gate reads: According to urban grain planning standards, the original regulations of the capital city:
The monthly grain ration per person is reduced from 35% to 15% of fine grains.
The original 65% of whole grains per person per month is now raised to 85% of whole grains per person per month.
The original stipulation was 2 kilograms of rice per person per month, which is now adjusted to 1 kilogram of rice per person per month.
In this notice, it seems that the rice has been reduced by 1 catty, while the fine grains have been reduced and the coarse grains have been increased. In fact, the operating space has become larger.
At the same time, according to the above suggestions, there are a total of 22 types of edible plant roots that you can choose to eat.
The Erliang Station has also added 12 kinds of plant roots as coarse grains for you to choose from.
With contempt for the Second Grain Station in his heart, Zhou Wenzhong walked into the grain depot and consciously stood at the end of the queue.
It’s still the same old routine before work every day, reading newspapers and studying.
Zhang Xiufang looked at Zhou Wenzhong with a somewhat helpless look. She was the last one to arrive every time, and she was always stuck at work!
"Cough...cough cough. I started reading the newspaper and studying. Yesterday!...I adjusted my food ration to 27 kilograms per month."
"Pa bang bang..."
"Yesterday... I made a plan to plant elm trees on the periphery... I even sorted out a piece of land. I personally planted "broom vegetables" to provide vegetables for my whole family...
"Pa bang bang..."
"Yesterday,...an announcement was made that in addition to children who are boarding at the school or ordering meals from the school, all children who are still eating at school, or who originally ate at home, will go to the Dazao canteen to eat with the staff."
Zhou Wenzhong didn't applaud. Alas... It sounded like he was eating his parents' portion, and he didn't think carefully about it. Children from working-class families go to the factory to eat, but what about others? They eat directly from certain stoves, and they are all meals specially prepared by nutritionists.
.
"Pa bang bang..."
The applause interrupted Zhou Wenzhong's inner complaints, and today's study was over. Everyone left the venue one after another, walked to their workstations, and started their busy work for the day.
"Brother Zhong, has the team leader in your yard held a meeting?"
"What kind of team leader? There are no team leaders in our courtyard."
"It's either a cadre or a steward. They all have the same name. Each yard has a different name."
"Oh. Yesterday, a clerk from the street office came to the yard for a meeting, talking about food rationing."
"Have you been notified too? It's so annoying! Except for the eldest brother, our family has gone to the countryside. The remaining six people are rationed 15 pounds each. I was so worried that I didn't sleep all night. How can I live like this!"
"Similarly, I was too worried to sleep yesterday. Let's get to work quickly."
"Work, work!"
"Hey, why didn't you get a haircut yesterday?"
Zhou Wenzhong heard Zhang Xiufang's questioning, waved to Ma Erbao, drove Ma Erbao away, and asked him to go to the warehouse to pull corn cobs alone.
He shook his hair, put on the silly expression he had practiced in the morning, and looked at Zhang Xiufang.
"Ah? It happened to snow yesterday. I also wanted to take a shower. As soon as I went out, I ran into a refugee. He was wearing tatters and fell in the corner. I thought he probably couldn't survive.
He told me that he wanted to leave with dignity, but I really couldn't bear it, so I gave him the bathing ticket and invoice you gave me so that he could leave more comfortably."
Zhang Xiufang looked Zhou Wenzhong up and down, as if she had seen through your lie.
"Is that really what you said?"
"Well, I never tell lies to you. Don't you still believe me? You are a real person."
"Eh...yue..."
At this time, Zhang Xiufang felt so sick that she had goosebumps on her skin, and she quickly scratched her arm twice.
"Really, if you look at me, I, Zhou Wenzhong, never lie to others."
"No, no, no. I don't want to look."
"Can you give me two more tickets?"
"cannot!"
"Sigh... forget it, after all, it's my personal fault, how can I ask you to shoulder the responsibility? There's something I need to tell you."
"Um."
Zhou Wenzhong took out his family's food book and food stamps from his pocket, and handed them to Zhang Xiufang along with the money.
"This is all the rations for our family. I want to buy them as food to help those outside. Can you help me go to the grain station to buy it? I'm new here, and everyone doesn't recognize me. Unlike you, Comrade Zhang Xiufang, who is
He is kind, helpful, and has very good relations with the masses.”
"Okay, no problem. Just wait here."
"I want to thank you on behalf of the people outside. You are so kind."
Zhang Xiufang pinched the money in her hand, rubbed her arms and left, while Zhou Wenzhong continued to work with his head down.