Nan Mengyu picked up the millet and talked to Leng Xiangning: "Well, uh, is the food you distributed enough?"
Leng Xiangning nodded: "Each person in our team has about an acre of farmland. After completing the tasks of harvesting grain, eating rice alone is naturally not enough, but there are also sweet potatoes and taro, which is enough."
Sure enough, just as she remembered the production team's operating procedures when she was a child, the grains were picked all the way to the warehouse next to Shaiguping, where they were queued up and weighed before being dumped into the warehouse, waiting to be taken out to Shaiguping the next day.
When Nan Mengyu was queuing up, Leng Xiangning said: "Girl, you should queue up first. Mom has something to do."
Nan Mengyu nodded: "Well, I'll line up here. If you want to do something, go ahead."
She found that there seemed to be something in Leng Xiangning's eyes, but she had no spiritual consciousness and could not check it with her spiritual consciousness.
The production team's warehouse and drying ground were about a mile away from the village. The members weighed the grains and then went home carrying empty baskets.
Leng Xiangning carried the empty basket and pulled Nan Mengyu with her, and returned home to a small farmyard with a happy face.
There are only three huts in a row in this yard, one is used as a bedroom, one is used as a living room and kitchen, and the third one is used as a miscellaneous room.
The house is relatively short. The shortest part is only over two meters high. A taller person can reach out and touch the roof tiles. The highest center position is only over three meters high.
Although the yard is small, it is divided into front and back yards. The back yard is a vegetable garden, which is only surrounded by fences. It is about more than 60 square meters. The walls are built, and a jujube tree and a grapefruit tree are planted. There is a chicken shed against the wall.
, but there are no chickens in the chicken shed.
What surprised Nan Mengyu was that Leng Xiangning's yard was five hundred meters away from other houses in the village, and only Leng Xiangning lived there!
She didn't live with the man who saved her?
In other words, she did not remarry her benefactor?
What makes Nan Mengyu even more sad is that Leng Xiangning's home can be described as a house with only four walls.
In the living room, there was only a table made of firewood and a few benches beside it, and then nothing else.
In Leng Xiangning's bedroom, there were only two stools and a bed built with a few wooden boards. The bed was padded with straw, with a reed mat on top, and a cotton blanket whose color could not be seen clearly. There was not even a quilt.
!
There was no cabinet in the bedroom, only a wooden box, which must have been used by Leng Xiangning to pack clothes.
There wasn't even a table, and even the plastic-sided mirror was hung on the wall. Under the mirror, a small wooden board was nailed with a triangular scale. On it was a comb and a box of thirty-five cents that were often seen in the 1970s.
A box of gecko oil.
I looked around, but I didn't see any quilts. It's summer and it's not cold. How can I live without quilts in winter?
The room on the west side is empty and contains some farm tools. The baskets I picked up just now are placed here.
The farm tools are quite complete, including grain baskets, bamboo dustpans, hoes, shovels, sickles, etc.
Nan Mengyu deliberately opened the rice vat. There was only one layer of less than five kilograms of rice in it. And for this meal tonight, almost a kilogram of rice was cooked.
The double robbery has just begun. The recovered grain needs to be dried and handed over to the public before it can be distributed to the commune members. It will be at least a month before the grain can be distributed. How can she survive with these few kilograms of grain until the new grain is distributed?