Siheyuan I read the narration in the dark

Chapter 12
"Master, what should I do if my family is about to run out of food?"

"There are five kilograms of stick noodles hidden in the cabinet. You can make a few meals first, and I will think of a solution."

In the middle court, Feng Lao Liu was also in a hurry, but no matter how anxious he was, he couldn't get enough food. In front of women, he could only pretend to be calm.

"Head of the house, tell me, why have I never seen Geng Ping'an cry out?"

"Ms. Jia and Zhang have lost about twenty catties in the past few months. When Qin Huairu saw that no one was shamelessly stepping forward to beat the autumn wind, Geng Ping'an grew stronger instead."

Discussing food, the topic of the two of them turned to Geng Ping'an without knowing it.

Hearing this, there was an inexplicable light in the man's eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Knowing that there will be a shortage of food across the country in the next three years, and that some rural areas will soon be devastated, it is impossible for Geng Pingan not to make preparations. In fact, the layout began two years ago.

He has no shortage of food.

In terms of meat, in order not to wrong him, Geng Ping'an made some changes to his space garden.

living comfortably without anybody's help.

The garden had a large space, and he didn't need this endless viewing spot by himself, so he thought it would be better to raise some chickens, ducks, geese, cattle, sheep, and pigs in the yard.

Only one male and one female can breed a large number of fresh and tender meat.

Geng Ping'an's thinking is reliable.

Designate a large area in the courtyard, and put all the poultry acquired by the pigeon market into the space.

Epidemic viruses from the outside world cannot poison livestock in the space.

In just two years, Geng Pingan alone owned hundreds of chickens, ducks, and more than a dozen calves and lambs. He lived a happier life than anyone else.

"Grandpa, we came to you to respond to a matter. Geng Ping'an is speculating, and his family has never been short of food."

Not long after Feng Lao Liu's discussion, a group of people in the courtyard got the news somehow, they sneaked up to the old man and begged the old man to uphold justice for them.

Everyone was chattering, discussing Geng Ping'an's daily behavior.

After some analysis, they were surprised to find that Geng Pingan was indeed suspicious. They had never seen Geng Pingan worrying about food, so everyone was sure that Geng Pingan must have speculated.

For a time, everyone was almost denounced in one voice.

"Catch him, catch him."

"The little bastard didn't give our Jia family something to eat, damn it."

"Let him hand over all the food."

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People don't worry about scarcity but inequality, hate others and laugh at others, and the last sentence of handing over food is everyone's truest thought.

Geng Ping'an ate meat in the space for every meal, but this practice obviously still couldn't avoid the concerns of those in the courtyard.

Others are starving and losing weight, but his face is glowing.

The group of people in the courtyard had no evidence to prove that Geng Ping'an had hidden food, and many of them often went to the Pigeon Market to resell food.

But for Zhong Qin, Geng Ping'an should complain as much as they do, and they don't need evidence to prove whether Geng Ping'an has speculated or not.

People are hungry every day, and even starve to death.

All the birds in the courtyard caught a jealous one, and finally began to move around, restoring their selfish nature.

"Okay, we'll hold an all-hands meeting at night. Speculation is a felony. We can't let Geng Pingan go further and further down the road of crime."

The uncle is your uncle after all.

The reputation of the first uncle in the courtyard is far from what it used to be, but when there is a real appeal, everyone is still the first to think of him to solve the problem.

"Peace, today's assessment is all right."

"Don't worry, of course I have no problem at all."

Confidently answered Wang Dachui, Geng Ping'an didn't know what a nest of beasts were plotting against him at this time. What he was paying attention to now was the annual fitter assessment. After today, he will be a second-level worker with a salary of 32.5 yuan.

"Geng Ping'an, do you know that the factory director invited me to dinner today? You won't be envious of him."

The villain succeeds.

Today the factory is a bit more lively than before, and Xu Damao walks past Geng Ping'an's work in a whisper.

Because of his rare skills in showing movies and being able to speak well, Xu Damao has been doing well recently.

It's just a pity that it's not perfect in some aspects.

The absence of Sha Zhu made him unable to satisfy his urgency to show off in front of Sha Zhu.

Ah.

Seeing Xu Damao jumping up and down in front of him, Geng Ping'an only thought of him as a clown who liked to jump up and down.

Geng Ping'an is not an ignorant native who would be misled by Xu Damao's few words.

During the worker assessment period, middle-level leaders from other fraternal departments often came to visit and study. Xu Damao was just a tool person called by the factory manager to show the leader a movie. that kind of person.

As expected, in the morning, Geng Ping'an passed the assessment smoothly.

Then everyone's assessment ended, and nothing happened except some people were happy and some were disappointed.

It is said that Geng Ping'an broke the fastest promotion record in the factory and became an honorable second-level worker, but in fact it was just that.

So what if you have a bit of fitter talent.

To put it bluntly, in the eyes of leaders, unless it is an eighth-level worker assessment, even if Geng Ping'an passes the sixth-level and seventh-level worker assessment as soon as possible, unless it is just for show to add some good talking points to his career, what substance does he have with them? relation.

When a leader in a large factory with [-] people is really idle, he can still reward workers for even a small achievement, and kindly reward them with a bicycle ticket to ease his burden of commuting to and from get off work.

"Forget it, give me three steamed buns. I don't want any food."

Originally passed the examination, Geng Pingan was going to eat something good to celebrate, but when he came to the cafeteria at noon, Geng Pingan lost his appetite when he saw the dishes in the window.

The difficulties in the whole country have made the soup in the factory more and more thin. The cabbage soup is clear and watery, with only a few leaves floating on it.

The weight of the fried potatoes is reduced again and again, and none of the thin slices are wider than the bean sprouts, which can be regarded as a skill.

As for the staple food, steamed buns, it has long been no longer white noodles and two-combined noodles, but corn buns with a spicy voice.

With a lunch box, Geng Ping'an found an empty place, looked around, and entered the farm space under the cover of a splint.

'Huh, come alive. '

Throwing the steamed buns directly into the pasture as fodder for cattle and sheep, Geng Pingan cooked a pot of glowing beef fried rice for himself in the villa. Fortunately, it was in the space. The moment the lid was opened, the golden light pierced the sky. visible.

The aroma of the whole house is tangy, as if you can hear the fresh and grassy fragrance of cows in it.

Half an hour later, Geng Pingan patted his belly with satisfaction and lay on the sofa not wanting to move.

It's not that Geng Ping'an can't bear hardships, and it's not that he is wasting food, it's that he really can't get used to the sweet food of remembering bitterness and thinking of sweets in this era.

The steamed buns in the kitchen are so hard to swallow that you can feel an obvious rough and tingling sensation when you touch them.

Thinking of him as a super chef, eating this is a shame for his identity and his craftsmanship.

call out!
Making sure there was no one around, Geng Pingan walked out of the farm space earlier than working hours.

"Geng Pingan, where have you been? I can't find you anywhere."

Back at the work station, Geng Ping'an was immediately stopped by the uncle.

Regardless of whether Geng Pingan liked to listen or not, the old man said with a tigerish face, "You are a good boy, but you let me down so much!"

"At first, I didn't believe the neighbors' reports, but in fact, your behavior is very suspicious. You are doing stupid things. Speculation is nothing to worry about."

The old man said bitterly, his eyes seemed to be looking at a child who had gone astray.

(End of this chapter)