back to the turbulent age

Chapter 22, dead money
At this time, three or five children were bragging and chatting there, talking about what to eat.

The man said what kind of candy he had eaten before.

The man said he had had enough of some biscuits or canned food before.

But the words of one of them made him pay attention a little bit. The other person was the son of the custodian Wang Shun, Erdan.

"What you said is not delicious, but steamed buns are delicious. Sweet."

This is what makes him strange.

Candies, biscuits, and canned food were already rare things in rural areas before natural disasters.

It is rarer now in the city than it was in the countryside before.

Due to the lack of supplies, the output of these items is even rarer, and they are immediately snatched up as soon as they come out.

The problem is that steamed buns are not at the same level as these things.

The only possibility is that it has been eaten recently.

Because something that cannot be eaten, no matter how good it is, is imaginary, and only something that can be eaten in the mouth is the real thing.

That's something to brag about.

Thinking of this, he calmly passed by and smiled: "Damn, it's been a long time since you ate steamed buns, so you can brag and say that steamed buns are sweet."

Erdan is about twelve years old, already sensible.

Hearing his words, I just snorted: "It's delicious, it's sweet, don't believe it."

Then he didn't say anything more.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Chuanliang knew that the family should have explained something.

This made him even more suspicious, and there was definitely something wrong.

What puzzled him was that judging from the time of committing the crime that day, it shouldn't have been long, but it disappeared when searching for food later.

So where did the food go, and can it still be found.

God?
Or buried in the ground?
It is impossible in the water, the only possibility is to bury it in the soil, and it is in the village, because there are people working on the outside.

It is impossible to quickly transfer food.

He didn't care about this, and walked towards the team committee to see if there were any clues.

While thinking, many people walked home from the fields.

Among them are my eldest sister Zhao Xue and the sixth son Zhao Mei.

"Hey, Ryoko, you're back again?"

The eldest sister looked at him curiously and gave a light snort.

Zhao Chuanliang suddenly felt speechless, as if these few times he would go out for a few days each time and then come back soon.

Zhao Chuanliang nodded lightly: "Well, I just came back and went back to cook?"

Zhao Xue was in a good mood and nodded with a smile.

Then he said hopefully: "The notification has been issued today, and the death contract is over. Recalculate the grain requisition."

After speaking, he walked happily towards the house.

Hearing this, Zhao Chuanliang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

Every year, the grain requisition is a certain ratio, which must be three years, and it will not be changed for three years.

Method At that time, two methods were given above, one is live contract, and the other is dead contract.

The contract of work means that it fluctuates every year according to the proportion of grain harvested.

As for the dead contract, that is, as much as is determined, there is no collection if there is too much, and all have to be paid if there is too little.

At the end of 58, everyone was full of energy and full of confidence.

So I chose a dead contract. If I do too much, it will be paid to the members, and if I do less, I will make up for it.

And that's basically the way to go.

It's over now.

After a long time, he almost forgot.

This is a good thing!

Next year's summer harvest drought will still be severe, but without the dead contract, there will be a lot more grain.

Not to mention full, at least not like this.

"Brother Liangzi, you can't get enough to eat now, are you still going to school?"

While thinking, one of the girls next to him asked him sweetly.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Chuanliang came back from his thoughts.

The other party's name is Zhang Aimei, and he is about the same age as him, but he is not less fond of his body. The other party's old lady comes over every now and then to talk to his mother.

Is it ugly?

No, it's not ugly at all, the body has already grown, and the face is still pretty except for the sun-tanned face.

But big sister, no big sister, how old am I!

Don't be a good young man!

After that, he could only smile and nod, "Well, I'll be going to school in a few days."

The entire production team basically went to the first or second grade, and came back after knowing some basic characters, both men and women.

He is the only one in the entire production team who is still in junior high school.

Why not go to school?
Come back and have a monkey with you?

Hey!
Hearing this, the other party just let out a soft sound.

When they came to the fork in the road, the crowd dispersed.

Back home, Zhao Xue habitually opened it, took the basin, and was about to fetch the corn cob powder.

"Sister, look!"

Zhao Chuanliang hurriedly stopped her, and opened the noodle vat, revealing a vat full of golden cornmeal.

Zhao Xue widened her almond eyes in surprise, and hurriedly grabbed a little with her hands and touched it.

He raised his head abruptly: "Stick noodles?"

"Well, cornmeal, not corn dregs."

Corn dregs are large grains that are ground in the countryside, and it tastes a bit stuck in the throat.

But cornmeal is not good at all. Cornmeal made from corn husks is removed, and the current corn is sticky corn. The taste is not much different from flour, and it is very delicate.

The premise is detailed enough.

After Zhao Chuanliang finished speaking, he said with a smile: "Make cornmeal steamed buns at noon, and eat dry ones."

At this moment, Zhao Mei beside her was also happily pawing at the cornmeal, and even put some in her mouth to chew.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Then he raised his head and asked happily, "Brother, can we all eat like this in the future?"

Zhao Chuanliang rubbed her head and said with a smile: "Yes, I will eat dry food every day from now on. But I can't talk about it when I go out. You can know what we eat when you go out?"

"Well, I know, what I eat is corn cob flour."

Zhao Mei blinked her big eyes and said, this is what I have to say every time I eat delicious food.

"Hey, smart!"

Zhao Chuanliang praised it, and said to Zhao Xue: "Eldest sister eats this at noon."

Zhao Xue hesitated for a moment when she heard the words, and shook her head: "No, just eat it like this and it will be gone. The winter is so long! The potatoes in the private plot can't produce much. Besides, if I dare to make corn buns, my mother will beat me when she comes back!"

After talking, put the lid on and get ready to cook.

"Hey, what are you afraid of? There will be no shortage of food in the future. Let's eat. When you come back, just say that I have reconciled."

After finishing speaking, Jiang picked up the basin and scooped up half of it.

There is a full five or six catties.

Calculated, one person can have six or seven buns, which is almost the same, otherwise the old lady will faint when she comes back.

Seeing that the elder sister was still hesitating, Zhao Chuanliang pushed her and showed her the sweet potato.

"Did you see it? There are more than that. I will ship some back in a few days. Don't worry."

After hearing his words, Zhao Xue looked at so many sweet potatoes again.

He hesitated.

最后舔舔嘴唇，一狠心答应了下来：“那行，你可得说是你要弄的啊，不然娘真会揍我。”

At home, he won't be beaten.

Which one was left unbeaten.

Zhao Chuanliang smiled and agreed: "Well, don't worry. Just say I did it. Okay, you cook at home, and I'll go out for a while."

After speaking, he turned and left the house.

Leaving the younger sister to help light the fire and cook.

After coming out, every household basically started to emit cooking smoke.

I came to the vicinity of Wang Shun's house, searched for a while, but found nothing, and returned to the vicinity of the village.

If it hadn't been removed yesterday, it must still be around here.

After walking around, I came to a well.

This is an abandoned well. Because of the terrain, it dried up the year before and no one has used it.

Just wait for the water to come up and use it later.

In the well?

There is this possibility!

Thinking of this, he walked over to lift up the stone slab covering it.

"Hey, Ryoko, what are you doing?"

While speaking, a suspicious voice came from not far away.

Zhao Chuanliang looked up and saw Wang Gang, the eldest son of Wang Shun's family.

The other party walked over with a smile.

He smiled at him and said, "Don't open the lid if there's nothing wrong with it. Don't fall in if the child is playing with it. It's too dangerous."

Hearing this, Zhao Chuanliang smiled and said, "Oh, the well has been dry for two years. Let me see if there is any water coming in."

It is not easy to drill a well in a mountainous area.

This is also said in the past.

The other party is so anxious, is it really inside?
But what the other party said was right, the well was indeed dangerous, and it wasn't that there had been incidents of children falling into it.

Wang Gang let out a sigh, glanced at it, turned his head and smiled and said, "Then open it and have a look, come on, give me a hand, the two of us lift it out to have a look."

These words made Zhao Chuanliang puzzled for a while.

Isn't it in there?

But having said all that, he naturally lifted the stone slab away together.

The two of them stretched their heads and looked inside. Through the sunlight, they could still vaguely see the land below and some dead branches and leaves.

"There's no water! I guess it will take a while. Cover it."

Wang Gang stretched out his head to take a look, beckoning him to help.

Zhao Chuanliang retracted his head, followed by covering the slate again.

When it was done, the two clapped their hands.

Wang Gang straightened his straw hat and said with a smile, "Liangzi, when do you go to school? The farming holiday is over!"

"Look again! Maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Hehe, that's fine, you play, I'll go home and get something."

After speaking, he left with a smile.

Zhao Chuanliang watched the other party leave, wondering for a while, is this a coincidence?

Or is it because of his preconceived notions?
When the well was gone, he was about to leave.

Just as he was about to leave, his eyes were set on a few stone slabs surrounding the well.

This is used when people are trampled on.

There is something wrong with the gap in one of the bluestone slabs.

Although it was also stuffed with dry soil, it was obviously loose.

The main thing that attracted him was that the leaves falling around here were not normal, they were all curly leaves.

If it falls for a long time, it will basically stick to it or spread it on it.

Thinking of this, he felt happy for a while, so he wanted to try it.

But a thought flashed through him, he turned his head and left pretending not to care.

If you find it yourself at this time, it may not be a good thing.

The eldest brother was suspected of stealing food before, and just now Wang Gang passed by and saw himself wandering here.

His mother has a hundred mouths and can't speak clearly!
I will definitely think that he stole it, and the elder brother happened to run slowly and was caught and beaten.

Folks don't care about you unless you can explain clearly.

There is no rush, anyway, the other party will definitely not move during the day, and if he wants to move, he will do it at night.

And he wasn't sure if there was any food in it.

I have to find someone.

"Everyone, good news, good news!"

Just a few steps away, there was a sound from the loudspeaker, and Zhao Chuanliang knew who it was.

The head of the production team, Gao Fuchang.

(End of this chapter)