At this time, working people are still working hard at their jobs. Only students go home from school at 3:40 pm.
Zhou Wenzhong moved the coal stove in the main room into his bedroom, picked up the bench and smashed it against a piece of glass on the window.
"boom……"
The glass shattered all over the floor. Zhou Wenzhong picked up the broom and swept the broken glass on the desk and the glass shards on the floor together.
Standing on the desk, I took out a few wet rags to block the exhaust pipe. After waiting overnight, the wet rags outside had to freeze solid, and the physical sealing effect was still good.
He came to the main room and picked up the coal tongs, holding a new briquette, walked to the door of Yanbu Gui's house, and knocked on the door.
"Dong...dong dong...Is Teacher Yan at home?"
The third aunt's voice came from the room and replied: "Who is it? Your third uncle hasn't come back from school yet! What's the matter?"
"I, Zhou Wenzhong. The coal stove at home has gone out, and I would like to exchange some briquettes with you."
"I'm coming!"
After a while, the third aunt opened the door. Fortunately, Yan Jiedi was too young now and could not turn off the fire at home. If it had been another two years, the Yan family would never have turned on the fire to waste briquettes.
"Wen Zhong is here, go and change it yourself."
"Eh."
Zhou Wenzhong walked to the coal stove, opened the lid, took out the second briquettes from the middle, and replaced his own briquettes.
The third aunt looked at Zhou Wenzhong's actions with satisfaction.
"Just clip the top one!"
"That's not possible! You just replaced the briquettes on the top. I just went home and started a fire."
"You're a very particular person, kid."
"Okay, third aunt, please be busy. Food stamps will be issued soon."
"Is someone coming from the grain station?"
"Yeah. It's been a while."
"You have to hurry up, you have to hurry up."
Zhou Wenzhong returned home carrying the almost burned briquettes.
"This Yan Laoxi, I wonder why the eyes of briquettes are always misaligned. Your briquettes have more than 20 eyes, which is really economical. Ours only has 12. If they can be aligned, it will be
This is so evil."
Zhou Wenzhong wiped the dust on the chimney, untied the fine hemp rope, and put the clothes he washed at noon on the chimney pipe. His cotton shoes were placed on the ground next to the coal stove.
From the space, I took out the 1 tael of peanuts, 4 potatoes, and 2 cornmeal pancakes that I had given me when I signed in the day before yesterday. They placed them next to the coal stove cover and baked them.
After walking out of the bedroom, he took off a thread from his sleeve and clamped it at the crack of the door, making a small mark. He closed the bedroom door and walked to the courtyard.
There was no steward to maintain discipline at the meeting, and the middle courtyard seemed lively. Ma Guihong led the Zhou brothers and sisters to sit in a deserted corner, looking at Accountant Liu in front of the square table.
Zhou Wenzhong found a place to sit down and started the question-answering session.
"Wen Zhong, please help my aunt do the math. There are seven people in our family who have no jobs, and they are all over 13 years old. How many kilograms of food stamps can we share this time?"
"More than 100 kilograms."
"Are you sure? You calculated so quickly."
"You'll find out later."
"Xiao Zhou, please do the math for me. Your uncle Sun is a heavy manual worker, plus..."
"More than 100 kilograms."
"Um...help me do the math. Last time I asked Yan Laoxi, he said that our family's monthly grain ration is 86 kilograms..."
"About that, less than 100 kilograms."
Accountant Liu stood up and clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet. He turned to Wang Jianping and asked, "You come first or me?"
"Please go first. I can do my business sooner or later, but I can't run away anyway."
"No one in this courtyard receives subsidy tickets, right?"
"No. They are just ordinary households."
Accountant Liu stopped talking. He opened his wallet and took out a record book. He flipped through a few pages and found the information about Yard No. 95.
"Our courtyard has a total of 24...25 household registrations! Anyone whose name is read should come here with their household registration book! It doesn't matter if the head of the household is not at home, just one person from each family will do! If you have any objections to the specific food ration, you can go back and find it
I went to the sub-district office and asked, they already informed me last time. Now we will issue food stamps for next month."
"I said, you are too uninteresting, aren't you?"
Accountant Liu smiled, pointed at the name on the record book and shouted: "Yi Zhonghai! From Yi Zhonghai's family!"
The eldest mother held her household registration book in her hand, stood up, waved her hand and replied: "It's coming, it's coming!"
"Yi Zhonghai is a heavy manual laborer, so he is not special. He was given 35 kilograms of food stamps. There are only two people in your family. You have an urban household registration, but you have no job. He was given 15 kilograms of food stamps. The total is 50 kilograms. Stand aside and check the numbers.
Don't delay things."
"Hey."
The aunt spit on her fingers and started checking the tickets.
"Liu Haizhong! From the Liu Haizhong family! Hurry!"
The second aunt also came over with her household registration book.
"Liu Haizhong can barely be regarded as a special heavy manual laborer. Let me give you a middle number, 42 pounds."
"Okay, okay!"
When the second aunt heard that her husband's quota was higher than that of Yi Zhonghai, her mood was obviously very high. She didn't bother to talk to Accountant Liu about the remaining 3 kilograms. Why not pay out the 45 kilograms according to the highest standard?
"You are 15 kilograms of food stamps, and Liu Guangqi and Liu Guangtian are also 15 kilograms. Strictly speaking, Liu Guangfu is 9 years old."
"10 years old! 10 years old soon!"
[In the play, Liu Guangfu is only 2 years older than Banggeng. Banggeng said in the Spring Festival of 1965: He will go to junior high school next year. Calculated by the five-year primary school standards at the age of 7, Banggeng was 12 years old in 1965. It is now 1960, Liu Guangfu
For 9 years old.】
Accountant Liu said with a serious face: "What do you mean almost 10 years old? Why don't you say he almost has a job?"
The second aunt explained with an embarrassed look on her face: "Look, it will only happen in a few months."
"Then wait until after your birthday! Liu Guangtian has 11 kilograms of food stamps. Your family's total is 83 kilograms. Let's count them."
The second aunt took the food stamps and walked away mumbling.
"Yan Bugui's family! Is Yan Bugui here? Yan Bugui is a mental worker weighing 22 pounds, plus..."
The third aunt licked her thumb and left with the food stamps in her hands.
"Households with five guarantees! Households with five guarantees!"
When the aunt heard that it was the deaf old lady's turn, she quickly ran over again.
"Just give me the food stamps. The staff at the street office will leave the care of the deaf old lady to our family, Lao Yi."
Accountant Liu glanced at Wang Jianping, who nodded.
"Take the household registration book and 15 kilograms of food stamps."
"Eh."
…………
As one person after another left, the sky was completely dark at this time, and people working in the factory also came back one after another.
Accountant Liu's voice became more and more anxious. Zhou Wenzhong was the last one to receive the 15 kilograms of food stamps.
Accountant Liu's face was serious, without the smile at all. He put his left hand through the leather bag, and with his right hand took out a May 4th-style pistol from the holster at his waist. With his right thumb, he moved the hammer on the gun back to the front.
, this is the state of the gun with the safety unlocked.
"You should be busy, I'll leave first. There are still 11 yards waiting for me below."
"Let the zone defenders go with you."
"Director Wang, are you so worried about the security work in your jurisdiction?"
"What time has it been? You still have the intention to beat me, haha."
Accountant Liu did not refuse this time and nodded. He led the two joint defense members out of the courtyard.
Wang Jianping sat on the main seat, with Liu Haizhong on his left and Yi Zhonghai on his right.
"Everyone be quiet! Everyone knows why I'm here, so I won't take up your time with nonsense. Hurry up!"
After saying this, Wang Jianping took out a writing pad and turned the pen around in his hand.
"Well... Director Wang, can our family Guangqi stay this year?"
"How many times has this happened? Do you need me to say it? This year's situation is different from previous years."
"Our family will be able to report to the factory after the Chinese New Year. Do you think we can delay it for a few days?"
"Then why didn't you come earlier? Last year, the year before, you kept saying the same thing. Our street office just gave it to you alone? Don't talk nonsense!"
"Director Wang, please see if we can discuss this matter. If not, give our family a stay in the city..."
"There's no need to waste your energy, it's nothing. All the arrangements for staying in the city have been made. Some things are not something you and I can decide. I advise you to put your mind on other things. Okay. Let's stop here!
"
Wang Jianping patted the table and looked at the people in the yard.
"Don't ask me to name them one by one. It happens every year. Don't think too much. Don't mention the people from Qianmen Street who came back this year. Didn't our street office also arrange to enter the military factory? They went to the mountains and countryside to accept it.
Re-education of the poor and lower-middle peasants is not just a call, but also a policy..."
The aunts around Zhou Wenzhong started a small-scale discussion.
"Why don't you say how many people are sent to the countryside every year? How many come back?"
"That's it. What's the point of talking about a military factory? Every year, more than half of the people stay there to get married and start families!"
"Da Yingzi in the courtyard next door to us, what a wonderful girl! After one year of high school, she went to the countryside for her younger brother. When she was 18, she gave birth to two girls in the countryside. I heard from people in their courtyard that they write home every year to ask for help.
Money, if she doesn’t give her money, her husband’s family will beat her, and her life will be difficult!”
"Not to mention this year. Since the beginning of autumn, it has rained a few times. The rain stopped before the ground got wet. Alas... I really don't know what life is like in other places."
"In the early years, before workers were graded, a few people from our courtyard's rural reclamation team left. But they haven't come back yet!"
"Wen Zhong."
"Um?"
Zhou Wenzhong heard his name and looked aside.
"You can be 15 or 16 this year. Don't underestimate this half year, even though you have graduated from junior high school. If you delay for one more year, there may be new changes in the policy. Tell Mr. Wang well.
Say, complain more. This is what Liu Haizhong and his family did in the beginning."
"Hey, thank you."
………………
The third aunt pulled Yan Bugui's clothes.
"Lao Yan, how are we going to arrange the solution? And set up a quota for staying in the city? I heard from people in the hospital that the quota for the soy sauce factory has increased again, and it will cost more than 600. In September, I said
I asked you to take a walk, what else did you say at that time..."
"Shut up! Can you talk about this here? It's time to sign up later. I can't escape this time."
"Then what should I do with Jie Cheng? I can't do odd jobs all the time!"
"We'll talk about it when we get back, I have my own plans."
"Eh, eh."
The third aunt has lived with Yan Bugui for so many years, so she naturally understands what he means, and it seems that it has been arranged. Now that she has confidence in her heart, she will naturally not be timid. She even looked at Director Wang with a smile in her eyes.