Chapter five hundred and twentieth eighth daily necessities
After Shabanov finished speaking, Yang Mingzhi felt confident. He pointed at someone casually: "Olga, stop what you are doing first."
This woman raised her head intelligently, her blue eyes were very big and charming, but unfortunately this woman's figure was really strong.
She shook her head and said, "Sir, my name is Bafra."
"Okay, Bafra, let me tell you the story now. Why do you knit as fast as you can? Is it for food? I see the muscle lines on your arms. Are you doing it to fill your stomach?!"
These words were a bit aggressive, maybe because men are very rude. This Bavla was not angry, but sighed and said: "Because, I still have to raise children."
In just one sentence, Yang Mingzhi understood everything.
Even in the most difficult moments of the war, most women would rather sacrifice themselves to keep their children alive. Many women who fled to the swamps were taking young children with them. If it was to ensure food supply for two people, she did have reason to work hard.
But the problem is not just that simple. Yang Mingzhi continued to ask: "I am the deputy division commander and chief of staff. I can say responsibly that if it is because of the child's feeding problem, there is no need to worry at all! Because there is a food ration for every child.
, we won’t let the children go hungry, they even have milk to drink!”
"Indeed." Bavla replied tremblingly: "But that mother doesn't want her children to live a better life? I work hard to get a lot of work points, so that I can exchange for other daily necessities. Just like the sweater I knitted, if I can
It would be nice to really have it. But..."
"No! Don't say this!" Shabanov interrupted her abruptly, as if he was afraid of something. At this time, Bafra seemed to be aware of his gaffe, and quickly shut up nervously.
There is no problem here, but there is something wrong! Besides, there is something wrong with her heartfelt words?
Yang Mingzhi could only comfort him, stroking the medal at his heart with his right hand to show his attitude: "You don't have to be afraid, just say what's in your heart. I won't get angry because you said so-called inappropriate words."
Seeing how sincere he was, Bavla said so.
It turns out that she has a lot of complaints about the current rationing system. All her complaints stem from the inability to keep up with the supply of materials, or that it is extremely restrictive for ordinary people.
"I have two children. The food problem can be solved, but other aspects cannot be solved. The children do not have suitable clothes, and I do make clothes. Look at my re-dress, I have been wearing this since I fled. A few months later
Even in summer, we don’t have the clothes we should have in summer. If we continue to look slovenly like this, we will get sick!”
Work is nothing more than for food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and they also work to save their lives. Under current military control, the policies pursued are harsher than the "Stalin model". There are no peaceful residents here anymore, and everyone is forcibly tied to the war machine. These workers'
Value and surplus value are being exploited crazily, and the reward is a little necessary food.
These two women work extremely efficiently, thus ensuring a supply of one kilogram of potatoes a day. But looking at their work, they also consume a lot of energy to obtain this food.
Other women have even more hardships, and it is impossible for the warehouse to produce more food.
Yang Mingzhi noticed that her eyes were looking at Yang Tao and Natasha's white sweaters, and her eyes were full of envy.
He quickly asked Shabanov: "In addition to supplying the troops, will the sweaters we produce also be provided to ordinary villagers?"
"No! Even if all the wool is turned into sweaters, it cannot be worn by every soldier, and it is even less possible to provide it to the villagers."
"In other words, no matter how they work, they can't get sweaters based on their work points?!"
Shabanov nodded honestly.
Although he was very angry, there was no point in being angry at this time. Yang Mingzhi knew too well the situation in the swamps. Compared with the casualties in the war, the lack of supplies was the most fatal. Therefore, during the battlefield cleaning stage of every battle, the remains of the enemy corpses were
Everything available was taken away, and many bodies were left with only white underwear.
I don't know where this Bavla mustered up the courage to say something that he shouldn't have said. In Yelentina's words, he is a "defeatist element hidden among the masses." This person is actually taking the risk of committing a crime.
Confide to yourself, your superior.
She sighed deeply: "All the materials have been given to the army. Although the war requires soldiers, we people have been poor, have no food to eat, and have to work hard every day, just like the serfs in the past. We want to get some
As a reward, at least some necessary supplies can be obtained in exchange for work points, so that we will work harder."
This is simply bargaining with the army, or asking the army to transfer part of its benefits through peaceful means. She is a very typical representative, and she hopes to get very little. Of course, there is a work point exchange quota for food, and some daily necessities can also be exchanged for work points.
, the "price" of those things is very high, which is why Bavla works so hard.
Yang Mingzhi nodded. The image he gave people was always kind. The other workers had been listening to these conversations attentively and were nervous about Bavla's shocking words. These words were everyone's long-cherished wish, and they were finally adopted by this woman.
She spoke out, so once the military investigates her case, it will be her personal responsibility.
Obedience to power is probably a Russian tradition, and the Belarusian nation is indeed the most patient among all Slavic nations. Yang Mingzhi basically understood what they wanted.
He clapped his hands and faced everyone, and said frankly: "Your inner desires must be the same as Bavla's. Don't worry, I think your needs are completely reasonable. The food reserves in the warehouse are too small at present, but if you wait for another three weeks,
New potatoes have been produced. Twenty days is enough for our production activities to produce a large number of daily necessities. I will explain your demands at the division meeting. If everyone is patient, the difficulties will eventually end."
This was a remark about making cakes to satisfy hunger, but it resonated with many people. Bavla couldn't help but shed tears. It was quite interesting to think of this strong woman crying. She was probably a beauty when she was young.
Yang Mingzhi no longer wants to complain about Maomei's shelf life issue. As long as potatoes are the staple food, everyone will become fat, and they will still be puffy.
The inspection of the wool spinning workshop before lunch yielded unexpected results. Yang Mingzhi told Shabanov: "Just pretend you didn't hear what Bavla just said. You must keep these words secret and never let the political commissar know."
The factory director naturally agreed, because he also hoped that the army could take out some trophies. Since many of them were daily necessities for German soldiers, the largest number of people who fled into the swamp were almost penniless, and what they needed most besides food was