Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 180
Looking at the expressions of the two, Yang Xiaole knew that they were a little suspicious.

You must know that the aunts these days don't understand anything.

After so many years, the unit will often play newspapers, interpret newspapers, and convey the above spirit and the latest news.

It's all become a habit.

Combined with the previous newspaper propaganda, the current situation in the countryside, and the situation in the city, these people are talking about this matter in private.

eat!
The status quo is all about eating.

A few people were walking on the road, and Aunt Zhao asked with a smile: "By the way, Xiao Le, where did you buy your vegetables? I didn't see any big radishes in the morning."

When Yang Xiaole heard this question, he subconsciously froze for a moment.

He said that he went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables by himself, how could he go to the vegetable market every day to see the vegetables.

So I made some vegetables that can be had in winter.

I didn't expect the other party to ask this.

But this thought was only for a moment, and then he smiled and said: "Oh, the one next door to the one where I went to practice martial arts is the Xidan vegetable market that sells vegetables. It is next door to my master, and I asked their family to keep it for me."

Hearing this, Aunt Zhao's eyes lit up: "Hey, Xiao Le, can you save some for us? Radishes and cabbage, preferably pumpkin."

Potatoes and sweet potatoes are included in the coarse grains.

Only fall back.

Yang Xiaole knew that if he said this, he would definitely get what the other party said.

If you don't say that, how can you explain where you got the food from?

In order not to be seen through for lying in the future, it is better to say that someone I know works in the Xidan vegetable market.

After all, relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to eat water.

Just like my mother works in a non-staple food store, unless there are no fresh eggs at all, otherwise, fresh eggs can be eaten in the compound, and frozen eggs will not be eaten.

It's all one truth.

Then he nodded and agreed with a smile.

"Okay! But I can't guarantee the quantity, and I can't guarantee the dishes. Anyway, you know the prices of the dishes."

Aunt Zhao laughed and patted: "That's a good relationship! We will take whatever you take."

Thinking of something, he said, "Oh, by the way, I don't want rapeseed, spinach, celery, and coriander."

Yang Xiaole understands that other dishes usually cost a few cents, and these few dishes, except for rapeseed, cost more than ten cents and a catty even in other seasons.

In winter, the price is as high as two cents a catty.

Occasionally, it's okay to eat tooth-beating festivals, but eating it often, no one can stand it.

After all, there are no vegetables, and there is no oil or water. The amount of food is very large, and everyone has to eat it by the catty.

If it's too expensive, I can't afford it.

Thinking of this, he naturally agreed.

"Okay, anyway, it's not more than 1 cents, okay?"

I can't bear to part with it now, I guess it won't be Chinese New Year, when I want to buy it, I won't be able to buy it.

After all, after a winter's consumption, these dishes have basically been consumed.

Aunt Zhao responded with a smile: "Hey, yes, Xiao Le is still smart!"

Several people returned to the compound with a smile.

After entering, I saw Aunt Zhang from the neighborhood committee staying in the compound, surrounded by many people.

Aunt Shen and Teacher Fang's daughter-in-law were all there asking questions.

Aunt Wang came over with a smile: "Oh, Director Zhang, why do you have time to come here today!"

Hearing this, Director Zhang turned around.

Sighing: "I'm here to inform you, I'm off work later, remember to ask the neighborhood committee representatives in your courtyard to go to the neighborhood committee and hold a meeting."

Seeing her expression, they all felt strange for a while.

"what's up?"

Aunt Wang asked curiously, and then thought of something and asked: "By the way, Director Zhang, today is the 26th, and the grain store said yesterday that they are not allowed to buy things with fixed books. What's going on? "

Yang Xiaole felt strange listening to it.

Starting from the 25th of every month, you can buy rations for the next month in advance.

There is enough food in the house for the time being, no one mentioned this matter, he is not very clear yet, did not understand what it means.

Director Zhang nodded: "This is part of the meeting. Just let me tell you that you don't need a ration book to buy rations in the future. You will start to take the ration book to the grain station tomorrow to exchange the food stamps. You can use it when you buy food in the future." There is no need for food stamps. However, there are some changes in food, and you will know the details when we have a meeting, or you will know when you go to the grain station to exchange food stamps tomorrow."

Hearing her say that, plus her expression.

Everyone felt that something bad was about to happen.

He hurriedly asked: "Director Zhang, what's going on, you just said it! If you don't say half of what you said, it will make you feel uncomfortable!"

Director Zhang said with a look of embarrassment: "Sister Wang, don't embarrass me, okay? If I said this in advance, it would be against organizational discipline. If the higher-ups knew about it, they wouldn't be able to replace me! "

Then he said: "Okay, I just want to inform you about this matter, and I have to go to other compound to inform you!"

After speaking, no matter what other people asked, she didn't reveal any more news.

Watching the other party leave, Yang Xiaole thought for a while.

After thinking about it for a while, I didn't understand what was going on!

Anyway, it's not a good thing.

But to put it bluntly, he had already made up his mind about eating and drinking.

After returning, Xizi went to play.

The eldest sister is frying radishes there.

Dad came back from get off work and was sitting in the hall smoking a cigarette!

Yang Xiaole sat there, roasting his hands on the coal stove, looked at Yang Guangzhi, and asked him, "Father, how are you doing recently? I think the restaurant is very busy!"

Yang Guangzhi nodded: "Well, I'm so busy. Many people came from my hometown, and some people from other places came to eat. It's full of people."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole thought for a while and asked, "Then what kind of tickets did they use? National food stamps?"

"Some are national food stamps, some are local, so they should be exchanged!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole pondered for a while.

Pull the bench closer.

He said to him, "Father, isn't it you who collect the tickets? Help me get some national food stamps."

National food stamps are a good thing!

This thing has oil in it.

Moreover, this kind of ticket is more difficult to obtain. Only those who are on a business trip can get a certificate and exchange it according to the local quota or the standard given by the unit.

The ratio of grain to oil is 50:1, and only 50 catties of grain and one catty of oil can be exchanged for [-] catties of national food stamps.

The downside is that you have to repay the money if you go to other places to buy things.

The advantage is that this thing is universal.

And in other places, it can be exchanged for local bills, 1 catties of local food stamps and [-] catty of oil stamps.

Of course, you still have to repay the money to buy things.

Hearing this, Yang Guangzhi shook his head: "No, what if people find out about this? Isn't this poaching?"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole wanted to say that other restaurants do this.

I don't know how to work around at all.

But after thinking about it, forget it, I can't teach my father to be too snobbish.

This kind of temperament that is stupid in the eyes of later generations and does not know how to adapt is also the cleanest quality in this era.

Later generations have rarely seen it.

In the end, I didn’t say any more. Anyway, I have a lot of ways. If it doesn’t work, I will go to the black market to have a look.

This is no psychological burden.

Thinking about what I was going to go out for a while.

Although he didn't plan to go anywhere yet, he still planned to go out for a walk, mainly to see the traffic.

Still have to say hello in advance.

Then he said to Yang Guangzhi: "Father, my master said to take me to the army and give me a few days of training. Do you think so?"

Yang Guangzhi was taken aback for a moment.

Strangely asked: "Take you to the army training?"

"That's right! My master has an apprentice who is the leader of the army. He said that many children in the army compound were sent to exercise during the holidays. My master also wants me to go. I'll ask you. "

This is not nonsense.

There are things in the first place, but these are unspoken rules, and ordinary people naturally don't know it.

Hearing this, Yang Guangzhi looked at him suspiciously: "It's almost the Chinese New Year, why are you running away?"

Yang Xiaole shrugged, "There are still more than ten days left! Let me tell you, if it doesn't work, forget it!"

This time Yang Guangzhi didn't agree, nor did he object.

Instead, he asked in disbelief, "What you said is against the law, are their leaders capable?"

Yang Xiaole picked up the enamel jar on the table, seeing that it was freshly brewed and hadn't drunk it yet.

He hurriedly blew on it and took a sip.

It's all tea leaves.

It's called Gao Mo these days, and it's also cheap, more than a dime a catty.

If it was Dad's turn to drink, he would probably spit out the tea in the end, so he wouldn't drink it!

After putting down the cup, he said: "Father, is there any? You can ask uncle when the time comes. You probably won't believe me when I tell you."

Hearing this, Yang Guangzhi still didn't agree to him.

Yang Xiaole doesn't care either, if it doesn't work, one day he will cut it first and then play it.

The main reason is that he doesn't have a suitable opportunity yet, as well as the destination he wants to go to, and he is not in a hurry for the time being.

Thinking that there is not even a kang at home.

He turned to Yang Guangzhi and asked, "Father, if you have time, go and ask Shi Jing's family in the back, and ask if they will cook the kang. Let's put the kang up next year! It's really too cold this winter."

Yang Guangzhi shook his head: "Let's forget it! This place is no different from our countryside, and we can't even get firewood. How much does it cost to buy coal or firewood alone! Those thick quilts you made are not very comfortable to cover. Well!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole shrugged.

I am too lazy to say any more.

I haven't slept on the kang before, and it feels awkward. After being reborn in this world, I get used to sleeping on the kang, and it still feels warm.

Then he got up and came to the door, and whispered to the elder sister: "I will stew the air-dried chicken in a while, do you hear me?"

"what!"

The eldest sister was surprised, glanced at the room, and said mysteriously: "If Dad finds out, I will be scolded! You stew it yourself."

"Call Xizi over and let him wash it, he will dare to do it!"

Yang Xiaole said something to her.

Hearing this, the elder sister's eyes lit up.

He called out to the yard: "Xizi, come here!"

Xizi, who was playing with the children in the yard, hurried back when she heard the words.

When I heard that I was going to wash the air-dried chicken and stew the chicken soup at night, I immediately ran to boil the warm water to wash the chicken.

……

Yang Xiaole did not go to other places, but came to the opposite room first.

Fang Guoping's doorstep.

"Teacher Fang! Are you at home?"

Yang Xiaole stood at the door and shouted towards the inside.

"here I am!"

After a reply, Fang Guoping walked out with his eyes closed after a while.

Seeing it was him, Fang Guoping was puzzled: "Yang Xiaole? What's the matter? Do you have anything to do with me? Come in and tell me! It's cold outside."

The cold wind outside may not be very obvious to Yang Xiaole who drank the well water.

But for ordinary people, it is still freezing to death.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole opened the windshield curtain and followed inside.

The room is a side room of the West Wing. It used to have no door, so a door was directly opened as the living room.

The side room next to it was opened to serve as a bedroom.

"Aunt Fang!"

Yang Xiaole looked at Sun Qian who was picking Chinese cabbage, and said hello with a smile.

Both the Fang family and his wife are elementary school teachers.

Now that the students are on vacation, the two spend most of their time at home.

The other party nodded with a smile: "Xiao Le! What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

"Ang, I'm here to find Teacher Fang to inquire about the situation. I just transferred here. Do you want to go to the school to talk about it in advance, or just go directly after school starts!"

Although he knew something, he still asked.

Save time trouble.

Fang Guoping motioned him to sit down behind him: "Sit down, if you transfer to another school, you have completed the formalities, and you can go to school directly. But which class to go to depends on how the Academic Affairs Office assigns it."

"No, thank you! I just came to ask!"

He really just asked.

By the way, we will be in the same school, after all, in the same compound.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room, and smiled: "Good calligraphy!"

There are three paintings hanging on the wall, all in running script.

It looks like a masterpiece.

As for whether it was the original version or the printed version, he didn't know, and he didn't have the nerve to take a closer look.

The other two pictures are a little bit worse, and they should be Fang Guoping's handwriting.

However, this almost heat is also compared with another painting.

If you don't have too much talent, you won't be able to write to this level if you don't have one or 20 years.

Yang Xiaole still knows the truth of doing what he likes.

It is natural to praise it.

Fang Guoping didn't care when he heard this.

It's just a child, can he still be excited by a child's praise?

Obviously it is impossible.

But the joy in my heart is still true.

These are also his two most proud works.

But the other party still smiled and asked: "Oh, have you practiced calligraphy before?"

There are brush classes in the city, the so-called big character classes.

But the rural areas basically do not practice big character classes, because the cost is too high, and the rural areas cannot afford it.

Yang Xiaole nodded: "Well, I have practiced. I have a teacher who has taught me for several years, and he has wasted his ink. Later, he thought I was too wasteful of paper and ink, so he stopped teaching me."

Fang Guoping laughed.

Poor kid.

But the countryside!This is also impossible.

Then he smiled at him and said, "Come on, let me take a look at your handwriting! It happens that Mengmeng is practicing handwriting, try it."

Yang Xiaole was taken aback when he heard this.

"This... let's forget it!"

After I came to this world, I don't know why, the brush calligraphy seems to have changed.

Although not as famous.

But it's a little bit better than Fang Guoping's.

He is afraid of hitting people.

Fang Guoping thought he was embarrassed, so he dragged him inside.

Call Yang Xiaole, one is that the other party praised him just now, he is very happy, and the other is that the other party is Wang Qiuju's child.

After having the other party, I have never eaten frozen eggs.

It's okay to let him play.

Yang Xiaole was dragged by him, so he had no choice but to follow him to the back room.

The bedroom here is not big, a big bed, separated into two halves with a curtain in the middle, it should be sleeping separately from Fang Mengmeng.

After all, the female college betrays her father.

At this time, near the window, Fang Mengmeng was practicing calligraphy with a brush.

Hearing the movement, the other party turned his head; "Father, Xiao Le!"

Fang Guoping nodded lightly: "Well, Mengmeng, let Xiaole try!"

"Oh!"

Fang Mengmeng glanced at Yang Xiaole, and put the brush on the inkstone.

People are on the side.

Fang Guoping seemed to be encouraging, pushed him lightly and said with a smile: "Go! Try it!"

What Yang Xiaole said was speechless for a while.

I can afford ink!

Then just walked over.

I looked at the desktop.

The other party was practicing Luoshen Fu, and they used complete block letters. Although there was no aesthetic feeling, the neat handwriting was better.

It looks like it has been practiced for several years.

The paper is ordinary brush practice paper, and ink is used instead of ground ink.

Picking up the pen and opening the second page, I was also looking at the thickness of the paper so as to control the amount of ink.

Dip a little ink lightly, thinking about what to write.

After thinking about it, the corner of his mouth grinned, thinking of what to write.

Come on.

I scraped off the ink, and wrote a few words on it smoothly.

Then put the brush on the inkstone.

Fang Mengmeng looked at the words and began to read: "Go...to...his...mom...?"

When she read the last word, she frowned and looked at Yang Xiaole.

"Why are you like this? No matter how... how can you not write this sentence?"

Yang Xiaole heard the words and looked at Fang Guoping next to him.

This is actually not an idiom, and Fang Guoping probably won't be able to react for a while.

At this time, Fang Guoping was shocked and disgusted when he read the words.

What was shocking was that the other party's cursive writing was so good, and what was disgusting was how such a thing was written!

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole picked up the brush and wrote on the blank space below.

Directly wrote "Chunchi Yanyun" in Xingkai, four large characters, the font is vigorous and powerful, flowing and flowing, full of beauty.

"Brother~~"

While thinking, Xizi's cry came from the door.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole hurriedly said to Fang Guoping: "Teacher Fang, my brother called me, I'll go back first!"

After finishing speaking, he put down the brush and went out.

……

After the people left, Fang Guoping came back to his senses long ago.

She reprimanded Fang Mengmeng: "What the hell...it's cursive script, Chunchi Yanyun,"

He was also a little embarrassed when he said this.

He didn't think about it.

But there was no reaction at once.

Moreover, the other party's handwriting is actually better than his, which makes him a little unacceptable, does he feel that he has no talent?

Fang Mengmeng stared at her father with wide eyes.

Weakly asked: "Father, why didn't you respond when I just read it?"

Fang Guoping said calmly: "I was reading his handwriting just now, that's it, hurry up and practice! I'm going to eat in a while."

After speaking, he left with his hands behind his back.

Fang Mengmeng watched him leave, curled her lips, and made a face.

Then came to the table.

After watching for a while, he looked curiously at Yang Xiaole outside the window.

……

After Yang Xiaole came out, she saw her father holding the shoes and was about to beat her up.

"Eat, you know how to eat!"

Seeing Yang Xiaole approaching, Xizi hurried over.

Hiding behind him, he said to his father: "Father, I didn't do it, the elder sister said it was Xiao Lerang who did it. Why are you beating me!"

Yang Xiaole pretended to be blank and asked, "What?"

"Pheasant! The pheasant that my elder sister asked me to get, she said that you let me get it. Don't deny it."

Xizi was startled when she heard his words.

Quickly questioned.

If this is true, he will really be beaten.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole smiled: "Oh, you said this! I asked my sister to do it! Someday I will catch it again."

"Dad, dad, did you hear it, did you hear it! I really didn't do it."

Seeing that she had been wronged, Xizi hurriedly said something.

He is really scared!

Hearing this, Yang Guangzhi frowned: "Then we can't just be so casual."

Say so.

But he didn't continue to say anything.

"Okay, it's almost time, I'm going to work."

After speaking, I went to the hotel to check the situation.

Seeing her father leave, Xizi heaved a sigh of relief.

so close!

Fortunately, I reacted quickly.

It's still the second best.

After the people left, Yang Xiaole went back.

The eldest sister is grinning and chopping up the cleaned pheasant.

It's not very big, and it's ready to be used for soup.

……

When the elder brother and my mother came back in the evening, they saw that chicken soup was being made, so naturally they complained again.

But to say the least.

Eat well and eat as usual.

About halfway through the meal, I heard Uncle Wang yelling into the yard: "It's a meeting, it's a meeting! Stop what you're doing for a while. Everyone in charge comes to the compound."

Hearing this, everyone stopped their jobs.

Wang Qiuju felt strange for a while, looked at Yang Xiaole and asked, "What's going on?"

Yang Xiaole shook her head: "I don't know, let's go and have a look. Director Zhang came over in the afternoon, and asked Uncle Wang and the others to go to the neighborhood committee."

Hearing this, Wang Qiuju nodded slightly.

I don't understand what's going on, so I have to go and see.

Yang Xiaole stood up and stopped her: "Mother, aren't you going to class soon? Let's eat first. Don't be too late later, brother and I will go and have a look."

Seeing this, the eldest brother put down his rice bowl and wiped his mouth.

The two went out.

That's what she said, but she would definitely attend the general assembly.

Standing at the door with a rice bowl in hand.

The eldest sister and Xizi naturally followed along to watch the excitement!

After Yang Xiaole came out, she saw that everyone in the compound had come out of their homes, the people in the back room had left, but Mrs. Yang hadn't come, and everyone else had come out as well.

Widow Tian just got off work and is cooking at home!
This made her anxious, "Uncle Wang, what's going on?"

Uncle Wang took a look, "Where's Liu Hongsheng? Are you here?"

Master Liu of Lamei responded from behind: "Hey, Uncle Wang, here it is!"

"Oh, where is Li Quanyou?"

Master Li, the master of the board, also responded.

Seeing that everyone was here, Uncle Wang glanced at Uncle Zhao next to him and said, "Old Zhao, it was you who agreed and I will say it?"

Uncle Zhao was in a bad mood and said, "Say it! It's the same for everyone!"

Hearing this, Uncle Wang nodded.

After looking at it, he asked, "Where's Guangzhi?"

When Yang Xiaole saw that the other party was looking for her own boss, she responded: "Oh, my father can't leave because of work, my brother is here and listening! You keep talking!"

Seeing this, Uncle Wang nodded slightly.

Then he cleared his throat and said, "It's like this, Lao Zhao and I went to the neighborhood committee just now. There are a few things."

Seeing the eyes of everyone looking over, he didn't hold back.

He continued: "In the future, there is no need for a ration book for food, and food stamps will be used in the future. Starting tomorrow, you will go to the neighborhood committee to get food stamps for the next month's ration. You should all know this.

This is quantitative!In the past, our fine grain accounted for more than [-]%, but from now on, the fine grain has been reduced to [-]%. "

Hearing this, everyone started talking about it.

"Ah, it's done as soon as it's done! Then how do you eat it?"

"That's right!"

"There are so many children at home!"

……

Uncle Wang pressed down and said: "The neighborhood committee also said that the difficulties are only temporary. Before the liberation, all the difficulties were over. Are you afraid of such a little difficulty? Is this not enough? Do you think so?"

Hearing this, although everyone was dissatisfied, they calmed down.

Seeing that no one was talking, Uncle Wang continued: "The next step is the matter of food. Tomorrow we will not only be concerned with food stamps. Today, the street office has already made a new ration book."

Make a new quantitative book?

Amidst everyone's doubts, the other party said: "Starting tomorrow, the ration of buying vegetables is 5 taels per person per day, and if you don't buy them on the same day, it will be void!"

"What? Half a catty a day?"

"Is that too little?"

"Who stipulated this?"

……

Seeing this, Uncle Wang shouted: "What's the noise! ​​When spring starts next year, won't the vegetables come out? April at most. Will it pass after a while?"

Everyone was a little dissatisfied.

He also knew that Uncle Wang was just a notification, so he began to discuss it below.

When Uncle Wang saw this, he could only continue to say: "The neighborhood committee said that they will go door-to-door to change the notebooks at night, as much as they can handle, and the rest will be processed tomorrow. Everyone will prepare the notebooks tomorrow and replace them with new ones." If you haven't finished shopping for the notebook, remember to ask the neighborhood committee to stamp it, don't forget. Otherwise, you won't be able to buy it this month."

Yang Xiaole was listening there, it's okay now.

It seems that after a while, the dishes also start to ask for food tickets, but he doesn't know when exactly.

That's all there is to it.

Amidst the complaints of the crowd, the meeting was adjourned.

But before leaving, he left a sentence, that is, if you can't buy vegetables, then go buy mustard.

The mustard mustard that I bought openly before I co-authored must be bought according to the vegetables.

It was another burst of complaints.

But at this time, Uncle Wang has already gone back.

After Yang Xiaole finished listening, he pondered for a while and went back with his elder brother.

Wang Qiuju entered the room with her job bowl in hand.

Yang Xiaole looked at his old lady and asked, "Mother, did you hear that?"

Wang Qiju chewed on the chicken and nodded: "Well, I heard that in the past few days, our grocery store has changed almost every day. It looks like this, more and more things will start to be rationed."

Yang Xiaole thought for a while and said: "By the way, you are in the store, buy some salt and bring it back... Don't ask for a fixed amount of salt in the future. Take a look and buy what you can buy. Anyway, you can buy everything. "

It seems that the salt does not need a ticket later, but it is also rationed.

Daily life is definitely not a big problem, but if you need to marinate something, then it will be troublesome.

Wang Qiuju nodded after thinking about it.

"I see, but many things are now counted in quantitative terms. I'll see then."

After Wang Qiuju finished speaking, she stuffed the last bit of corn bun into her mouth, and said, "Save some meat for your father, I'm leaving! It's too late."

After finishing speaking, he wiped his mouth, took the book, and went to school in a decent manner.

Watching his old lady leave, Yang Xiaole pondered for a while.

Wait a few more years and get my old lady into the neighborhood committee.

At least a representative of the neighborhood committee should be found in the compound, who will be responsible for managing the entire compound in the next few years.

A little chicken was left for the old man, and the few of them dried up the rest.

After eating, the eldest sister naturally went to wash the dishes.

Seeing that it was almost time, Yang Xiaole called his brothers and sisters into the room and locked the door.

Quietly take out 2 clusters of washed grapes.

The eldest brother was surprised when he saw this: "Xiao Le, why do you have this thing! It's winter."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole said: "You don't understand this! Where do our apples and pears come from? They are shipped from other places! It's still summer in the far south!"

"how is this possible?"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole pointed to the elder sister and said, "Sister, tell the elder brother."

The eldest sister heard the words and said quickly: "I know this. In geography class, there is an equator on the map. It is said that it is summer all year round, and people are as black as coal. Some places in the south of us have no winter."

After listening to it, Yang Xiaole said with a smile: "Did you hear that? Don't talk if you don't understand. Do you want to eat? If you don't eat, you'll fall down. I'll eat alone?"

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Xizi didn't dare to move. Hearing this, she immediately pulled a few trees and stuffed them into her mouth.

"Yeah, delicious, sweet!"

"I also want!"

Xiaoli said from behind.

Seeing this, the elder sister and elder brother also joined the ranks of eating.

Naturally, there are also fruits in the city. Although there are not many kinds, but because of my mother's temperament, I have never bought them once.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole confessed: "I even ate the seeds of the belt, and what's more, no one is allowed to speak out, neither father nor mother is allowed to speak out, did you hear that? Whoever said it, I won't take him to eat next time." gone."

The eldest brother was surprised for a while: "Can't parents say it too?"

"No! I will find a way in the future!"

The young ones were fooling around, but the two old ones asked so many things that his scalp tingled!

Seeing his attitude, the others hesitated for a while and finally agreed.

Several people divided the grapes.

Both the skin and seeds were eaten.

As for the remaining stalks, they were thrown into the coal stove and burned out in a while.

Yang Guangzhi, who came back from get off work, didn't notice either.

Eating meat and drinking wine happily.

……

The next morning, Yang Xiaole woke up at three o'clock.

He plans to go to the black market today to see the situation.

I walked out of the compound in the dark, and left on a bicycle.

It was extremely cold in the early hours of the morning, and he drank a little well water with particles, which made him warmer.

Come to the place where the black market was before.

It can be said that it is really crowded to describe.

The alleys are densely packed with people.

Looking at the situation inside, Yang Xiaole pondered for a while, as long as someone came and caught it, it would be a big deal.

It's time to grab a large piece.

He quietly came to the corner, put away the bicycle, and wrapped his face with a woolen scarf.

Also wiped some pot bottom ash by the way.

He just walked in from the alley.

Not many sell things.

Chestnuts in the mountains, chickens raised at home, and fish caught in the river.

But these people have one purpose, that is to exchange food, most of them don't need money.

unless the price is high.

After all, the supply of chicken, duck and fish in the city has almost stopped, and it is almost impossible to buy them in the vegetable market.

It is said that it is a holiday, and it will be sold during the Chinese New Year.

The place where the food stamps were sold was even more popular, surrounded by people, all asking if there were any food stamps left.

Buy one catty for this one and two catties for that one.

It sold out in no time.

He didn't rush to make a move, and continued to watch there.

After watching for a long time, he quietly went out and brought over a dozen catties of meat.

Seeing the meat, everyone gathered around.

He asked in a low voice, "How much is a catty?"

Yang Xiaole pondered for a while, and said, "This is salted meat, dried, two yuan a catty."

Because he just saw someone selling two taels of meat for thirty-six cents.

In other words, the price of meat has risen now.

One piece eighty one catty.

Of course, if there is a ticket, it is still eighty-two-one catties.

But in the city, there are only four and a half for one person a month. It is not a poor family, so it is reluctant to sell it.

Not enough for one meal!
Then two pieces of his bacon is not too much.

Hearing this, some people hesitated, and some directly said: "Give me two catties, choose a fatter one!"

"Hey, okay, this hoist was weighed by a catty. You can take it and weigh it."

The other party took the item and weighed it.

He took out four yuan and handed it to him, took the things and left.

Yang Xiaole took the money and looked at the rest of the people.

Seeing this, everyone immediately paid for it, and within a short while, all the 20 catties of meat were sold out.

The last person came late and bought the last five catties.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole packed up her things and left.

After a while he came back with a bag of meat.

He also knew that it was dangerous, but he was going to do it and sell it on other black markets next time.

This meat is simply hard currency!
Yang Xiaole brought fifty catties over, and sold another twenty catties after a while.

There are many people, but there are not many people who are really willing to buy such expensive meat.

"How many catties are these? Give me enough!"

Suddenly the man spoke.

Yang Xiaole took a look, it was the person who just bought the last five catties.

Looking at the other party, Yang Xiaole pondered for a while.

Because the other party said something before, which made him pay attention.

That is, the other party said: too little, not enough time.

(End of this chapter)