Nan Mengyu immediately thought of something else: No, how could mom borrow the food for three years? Didn't mom say that each person here has nearly an acre of land, is the food enough?
According to the distribution in the production team when she was a child, the average person had at least three hundred kilograms of rations, and according to the distribution of work-share rations, a laborer should have about 480 kilograms of grain rations from what her mother picked.
Judging from the millet, my mother works very hard. Even if she can't get ten points every day, she can still get eight or nine points.
In other words, she can get at least three to four hundred catties for her work share, which adds up to seven hundred catties.
If you eat alone and don’t have to support the elderly and children, how can you not have enough food if you have 700 kilograms of grain?
Even if my mother eats a lot, it's not wrong. You can see it when we just had a meal together. Although her appetite is larger than mine, it's only two bowls of rice, which adds up to less than three taels of rice, and no more than one kilogram of rice a day. So in fact, she
The appetite is not big.
And the food she earns averages two kilograms per day.
Even if part of the seven hundred kilograms was sweet potatoes and taro, which she didn’t like to eat, so she could just borrow some grain to pay it back during the lean years, but how could she borrow it three years later?
Three years of food deficit!
Nan Mengyu was surprised and wondered, what's so fishy about this?
However, since mother didn't want to borrow Zhao Qinghua's food, she just helped her.
"Uncle Zhao, my mother said she had a way, and she probably really has a way." Nan Mengyu walked over and opened the lid of the rice vat, took a look, and said, "There is still half a tank of rice in this rice vat.
Uncle Zhao, my mother is not short of rice."
She temporarily sucked away the spiritual energy from a fifty-kilogram bag of rice, and poured the rice in when she opened the lid of the rice vat just now.
She discovered that she could still absorb spiritual energy.
Zhao Qinghua sneered in his heart, there is still half a tank of rice? How is that possible? How much rice can she have, how could he not know? I am afraid it is not even five kilograms.
He carried the rice bag and walked towards the rice vat: "Little girl, please don't lie."
Zhao Qinghua was stunned before he said the word "liar", because Nan Mengyu was still holding the rice cylinder cover in her hand, and at this time, the rice jar that could hold one hundred kilograms of rice was exactly half full.
of rice.
Half a tank of rice, that is fifty pounds of rice, is used to cook porridge. Even if two people eat freely, they can still eat the new grain distributed by the production team!
Leng Xiangning was extremely surprised when she heard Nan Mengyu's words. There was clearly only more than five kilograms of grain left in the rice vat. She cooked nearly a kilogram tonight, and there should be less than five kilograms left. How could there be half a jar?
Woolen cloth?
She couldn't help but walked over and took a look at the rice vat that Nan Mengyu opened. There was actually half a vat of rice in it!
Although she was shocked that there would be more rice in the rice vat, she was just startled for a moment and had regained her composure when she raised her head.
She looked at Zhao Qinghua: "Look, I didn't lie to you, did I? I really still have rice to eat. You don't need to worry about it. You'd better take your rice back."
Zhao Qinghua was very unwilling. It was clear that no one had lent her any rice. Who was so kind as to lend her so much rice?
Could it be that her daughter brought it?
He looked at Nan Mengyu: "You seem to have come empty-handed, right?"
Does this make her suspicious?
Nan Mengyu smiled: "Of course I won't be empty-handed. I had a package before I came here, but I just hid it before meeting people."
She didn't say that she brought the rice, but she did say that she had a package. She just let him imagine that she brought the rice.