The Boss of the Yan Family in Siheyuan

Chapter 21 Baogu
On this day, Yan Jiecheng had just returned from the training classroom.

After talking about theoretical knowledge all morning, I didn't bother to drink water.

Then, shake the thermos bottle, there is a lot of water.

Pulled out the plug, but there was no heat.

I took the thermos pot to the boiler room to fetch water. The broken pot was not very insulated, and the water that the apprentices fetched in the morning was no longer good enough.

Throw two red dates into the mug and put a pinch of high foam.

As for this, it was still half of the package that was collected from Section Chief Li, and half was divided by Chief Wang, so I was really reluctant to let it go.

Section Chief Li said that his high foam is made by blending the broken foam of various high-grade tea leaves according to the proportion.

Yan Jiecheng knew that it wasn't the people in Sijiu City who loved talking, so what was his favorite?They only drink this if they don’t have much money to press their pockets.

In fact, it is the tea powder that is sifted out when the tea shop sifts the tea.

This kind of dust is a useless thing to discard in other places, but it is the best thing to pass water these days.

After all, this high end is equivalent to the later tea bag.

Tea is used to earn foreign exchange, which is a luxury nowadays.

No money to buy.

Yan Jiecheng just took a sip, when he saw Xu Damao rushing to him like a hanged ghost, picked up his tea mug and took a sip.

"Fuck, I'm scalded to death, ehhh..."

"Hey, no, you are Gao Mo, okay, you really know how to do it. My old man made a few taels of Gao Mo, and the precious ones are like anything else, so he is reluctant to give me some."

As he spoke, Xu Damao smiled flatteringly and bowed to Yan Jiecheng.

"Brother, you are my dear brother, share with me."

Yan Jiecheng took out the half pack of Gao Mo from the drawer, found a newspaper, poured out half of it for Xu Damao, and wrapped it squarely, like a medicine bag.

Yan Jiecheng handed the tea to Xu Damao.

"Here, take it away quickly, it hurts me to see it."

Xu Damao smiled and said: "Open and bright! My brother will settle the account clearly. How much money you spent on this Gao Mo, brother will give you double."

Yan Jiecheng pointed to the door of the office and said something to Xu Damao.

"roll……"

"Aren't you a poor man?"

Xu Damao, the eldest man, his eyes turned red when he heard this, Nuo Nuo was speechless.

For Xu Damao, the prosperity of the world is all for profit; the earth and soil of the world are all for profit.

Interacting with people in the past was driven by interests.

Including before and Yan Jiecheng, it is also because Yan Jiecheng has become a climate.

One is to form a good relationship in advance to establish a good relationship, and the other is to have a helper to deal with Sha Zhu together.

Calling brothers and sisters, pushing cups and changing cups, exchanging cups and cups, happy grievances and enmity are all his social methods of Xu Damao.

Xu Damao likes to flaunt his success with his friends' awesomeness.

Xu Damao's friends often have a certain social status, not only does he have face, but they can indeed help to a certain extent.

However, no one in the courtyard is willing to have too much contact with him.

In the past, when others played with him, some people would say: Birds of a feather flock together, people are divided into groups, what can we learn from Xu Damao?

Over time, he got used to being alone, and gradually his mouth became more and more poisonous.

Only Yan Jiecheng ignored his so-called bad reputation and treated him sincerely.

Therefore, at this moment, Xu Damao felt that Yan Jiecheng really didn't treat him as an outsider.

The sincerity and enthusiasm of friendship saved a soul that was about to fall at this moment.

The human heart is only dangerous, the Dao heart is only subtle, and the essence is only one, allowing you to stick to it.

People's hearts are in danger, people's hearts are fickle, and everyone has many thoughts and ideas in their hearts.

Xu Damao put away the endless chaos in his heart, and whispered to Yan Jiecheng, "Hey, I was interrupted by you, and I almost forgot the business. I came to tell you that the matter is settled."

After Yan Jiecheng heard about it, he quickly dragged Xu Damao to a secluded place.

Asked in a low voice: "How do you say?"

"Two hundred catties of grain. Put it at my dad's house, and we'll bring it over in the evening."

Yan Jiecheng was very happy to hear that there were two hundred catties of corn.

However, he only mentioned fine grains and meat, so how did Xu Damao know that he was going to eat grain?
Xu Damao noticed Yan Jiecheng's face, and said quietly: "You think that the third son of your family is a genius, the wind has been blowing for so long, can my father not make preparations?"

Well, compared with the Xu family, Yan Bugui is really insignificant.

"Hey, it's still your Uncle Xu who is awesome, you can't accept it."

The two made an appointment, and then separated, after all, they were still at work.

This package of grain does not require food stamps, but the price is a little more expensive, one cent a catty.

After all, ordinary white flour on the market is only [-] cents, but everyone buys according to the quota, and does not buy more.

There are generally two ways of so-called quantification, one is the food book, and the other is the food coupon.

Every household has a grain and oil book.

At the same time, there are food stamps, oil tickets, coal tickets, bean tickets, cloth tickets, meat tickets and other daily necessities.

Generally, when purchasing grain, it is purchased by ticket.

In the grain and oil book, there is an average monthly supply of oil, rice, or white flour, and other major daily necessities such as coal, soybeans, cloth, and pork, and a little meat, oil, etc. during the holidays.

The grain and oil supply of each household varies slightly depending on the industry, gender and age of men and women.

For example, Yan Bugui has a monthly supply of 15 catties of white flour, while the third mother only has 10 catties, and Yan Jiecheng, who is now an industrial worker, has 35 catties.The three children in the family weighed 5 catties each.

From this, we can see the importance of Yan Jiecheng's work to his family.

Of course, the old Yan family knows how to live.

At noon, both of them ate in the cafeteria of their respective units.

The three mothers are eating Erhe noodles at home, which is not bad.

At night, the whole family can only drink corn mush.In the words of the third master: it is not bad, it is best to drink glutinous rice at night, very hungry, and not fat.

As for the white noodles, except for a small part reserved for Yan Jiedi to deal with emergencies, she can't let her see the white noodles like before, and basically find someone to replace them with coarse grains.

So it is true that Father Xu can give Yan Jiayun two hundred catties on the basis of his own grain storage.

The way is really wild!
It was night, Yan Jiecheng, Xu Damao, and Yan Bugui went to Xu Damao's parents' house in the evening.

After exchanging pleasantries, he divided the two hundred catties of grain into four bags and packed them up.

Xu Damao tied the two pockets facing each other, like a cloth, and put them on the back seat of the bicycle.

The father and son of the Yan family carried fifty catties of corn on their backs and walked three kilometers.

As the saying goes, there is no light burden on a long journey, Yan Jiecheng can only say that the saying is true.

It took almost an hour to get into the courtyard in the dark, Yan Bugui's small body was already exhausted.

You know, he is still a young man less than 40 years old.

The health is poor.

Xu Damao put down the corn and pushed the cart to the backyard.

Yan Jiecheng took two sips of water and felt that he was doing well again.

Regardless of Yan Bugui who was still resting there, he hid Baogu in the cellar by himself.

When I came out, I saw Yan Bugui lying there, complaining of shoulder pain and back pain.

(End of this chapter)