Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 65, sending food

After Wang Qingsong came out, he looked at the heavy butter umbrella and walked towards the brigade.

The distance is not very short, about four miles.

Halfway through, he felt that the sleet started to fall a little heavier, so he opened the heavy oil umbrella and walked towards the brigade headquarters.

Half an hour later he arrived at the agency store at the brigade headquarters.

The supply and marketing cooperative only went to the communes, but in order to make it easier for the people to buy things, they set up agency stores in each production brigade.

There are not many things, just some common needles and threads, tobacco and wine, salt, sauce, vinegar, matches and oils, and farm tools for daily use. There are not many kinds.

During festivals, some paper money and firecrackers are sold.

When we came to the place, it was a brick house.

There is a wooden counter inside, and behind it is a row of shelves with some things neatly stacked on them.

"Uncle Zhang!"

After Wang Qingsong came over, he smiled and shouted to a man behind the counter.

It was the man who had taken the other man's carriage to the roadside that morning.

Zhang Mazi. .

Of course, he definitely couldn't call people that in front of others.

so rude.

"Oh, Wang Xiucai is here!"

Zhang Mazi was holding a dark rag and wiping a dusty wine bottle.

In the past, this kind of cheap wine did not require a drink ticket, and you could still buy some. But now, you no longer need a drink ticket. It will probably be stored here for a long time.

Wang Qingsong smiled when he heard this: "Uncle, please don't bury me."

Zhang Mazi put the bottle back on the shelf behind him and smiled: "What do you want?"

"Give me a firecracker, and give me a piece of paper money."

"Firecrackers are 7 cents, paper money is 3 cents." Zhang Mazi reported the price skillfully, but he did not move, but continued: "Your family has cents on credit! You can't take credit anymore."

Wang Qingsong was not surprised by this.

There is no money in the village now, so some basic items can be given on credit if there is a certain amount, such as salt and kerosene, but not too much.

You can't do things like wine that require tickets.

Then he handed the new household registration book to him: "Uncle, we have separated. I don't care about that. Just in case, do you have many salt water bottles? I'll get some foreign oil and a box of matches. Give me two pairs of doors. Nose and two locks.”

The door to the house is ready, but it won’t work if it’s not locked.

Even the door and nose have been pulled out, so what are you doing?

Fortunately, it has started to be sold in the past two years, because the demand is quite large, almost every household must have this, and agency stores have also begun to help supply and marketing cooperatives sell it.

Zhang Mazi was surprised, took the household registration book and looked at it.

"Hey~ The families are really separated!"

But he didn't ask any more questions. He took out a notebook from under the counter and registered it.

"There are only 5 taels a month, which is 3 cents, and a box of matches a month, which costs 2 cents. A salt water bottle costs 1 cents. A pair of door noses costs 6 cents, and a lock costs cents and cents. I'll give it to you if you want it. Done."

"want!"

Hearing this, Zhang Mazi took out a salt water bottle from underneath and walked aside.

I saw that the other party first used a long suction tube to pull the kerosene out of the kerosene barrel, poured it into a tin sling, and then used a funnel to pour it into the salt water bottle.

The amount is very small, only one-fifth of the volume of the salt water bottle.

After packing up, he came over, took a box of matches and put them together.

"Total, one dollar and two-three cents."

Upon seeing this, Wang Qingsong handed him the only three yuan note he had left.

Zhang Mazi took it over and laughed: "You can still come up with so much cash!"

He muttered something and went to give him some change.

Wang Qingsong just smiled.

I took the money and looked around here. Seeing that there was nothing to buy, I said hello and left directly.

After we came out, the rain and snow obviously became heavier.

Gotta hurry up.

It's already dusk now, and my grandpa's house is still about forty minutes away from here.

Grandpa's house, my own house, and the brigade form a triangle. My house is farther away from my grandpa's house, about fifty minutes' walk.

Carrying the things out, he walked along the path leading to the production team.

I collected my things on the way.

It was dinner time, and no one was seen outside.

Halfway through the walk, while it was still dark, I found a place behind a pile of wheat straw, took out the bag of corn noodles and poured them into Widow Feng's flour bag.

The packaging bag over there must not be taken out directly.

As for the bag that his grandfather brought over, he was a little afraid to use it.

After finishing it, we can continue to set off.

When we walked all the way to my grandpa's house, it was already dark.

Except for the occasional stranger I met on the road, there were not many people.

When he came to the village, he didn't rush in to avoid running into people.

After waiting in the cold wind for another ten minutes, he walked towards his grandfather's house in the dark.

I was muttering in my heart, don't let the militiamen see it.

Fortunately, the number of militiamen currently standing vigil is very small, only two or three, and they cannot completely cover an area as large as the entire production team. And now they are turning a blind eye.

Because of night blindness, he is actually basically invisible now. He can only use the vague light and memory to find his way to his grandfather's house.

When he arrived at the place, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out the bag of cornmeal and placed it at the door of the courtyard, then gently knocked on the door of the courtyard.

……

In his uncle's room, Chen Yongqiang was smoking the last big one, his expression was not very good, and he was silent.

On the kang, a middle-aged woman was lying there, with two children sleeping next to her.

The older one is fourteen or fifteen years old, and the younger one is only eleven or twelve years old.

Feng Guilan saw that her husband was silent, and she began to murmur: "Think about it for yourself, who will take care of them when they come over? My mother is not in good health, can you still count on her? Shouldn't I do it? Anyway, I don't agree. "

Chen Yongqiang had a sullen face but still said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Guilan continued: "Who will take care of the grandchildren of our eldest and second son's family?"

Hearing this, Chen Yongqiang looked impatient: "Okay, I understand, I'll think about it more."

In the second uncle's room, Chen Yongzhu and his family were already asleep.

In his third uncle's room, Chen Yonggen was listening to his wife.

"Head of the house, according to what you said, Wheat has his own rations. His second brother also pays for it, so he can come over. It depends on what dad says. Don't interrupt, just listen."

After the third aunt finished speaking, she asked him: "What should we do now? Seeing that the children have grown up and the eldest brother is looking for a wife, it is not a problem to make do with it! Find a way to add a wife in the back. Let’s look at the house. The eldest and the second oldest quarrel whenever they have nothing to do. It’s annoying to watch.”

After Chen Yonggen listened, he thought about it and said nothing.

In the old man's room, the old lady was wiping her tears.

"You said the flowers left so early, cough... I am an old lady, cough... cough... I just can't leave, what kind of world is this! Ahem..."

While talking, he coughed
  The old man also sighed after hearing this.

After thinking for a while, he said: "It's a matter of who will take care of this person when he comes here! It's no good to rely on the elder's family. If that doesn't work, I'll just ask the third family's family tomorrow and let her take care of him by the way."

The old lady felt the little warmth on the kang, and thought of something and said, "I don't know whether Xiaosong is coming or not. I will send him some firewood tomorrow. Where can he get firewood for a child? He sleeps on the kang this winter night. Don’t let it freeze!”

In one sentence, I coughed several times.

His chest was also rising and falling, as if he couldn't catch his breath.

The old man took the spittoon and put it in front of the old lady. After the old lady spit out a mouthful of phlegm and put down the things, he continued:
  "Well, I know, we don't have much firewood at home. When I came back today, I made an agreement with the boss and the others. If it doesn't snow tomorrow, we will send some of the firewood at home first, and then we will go to the mountains to chop some back. "

"Dong dong dong~~~"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone knocking on the door outside.

The old man sat up strangely: "It's this time, who is coming over?"

After listening for a while, I was sure that someone was knocking on the door, so I quickly got off the kang, put on my clothes and went out.

When I came to the door, I saw the third child muttering there.

"Third brother, what's wrong? Who is it?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yonggen quickly closed the courtyard door and went to the main room with the bag of cornmeal.

When he arrived at the place, he blew out the kerosene lamp in his hand and said, "Dad, look, the food is still corn flour, not corn dregs."

Of course grandpa had seen it a long time ago.

Hearing this, I was shocked and quickly opened the door to take a look.

He carefully grabbed a handful and put it in his hand, then raised his head in surprise: "Who gave this to me?"

Chen Yonggen shook his head: "I don't know! When I went out, I saw a bag of corn noodles at the door. I looked around and saw no one, so I didn't dare to speak out."

Hearing this, the old man frowned.

How could so much food be left at their doorstep?

And it’s still corn noodles.

Qingsong gave it to me?

This was his first reaction, because corn noodles are only available in the city, and the quantity is very small.

But it's impossible to think about it.

If Qingsong had food, Wheat would not be so hungry.

Who is it!
  "What's wrong? Dad~"

Hearing the noise, the uncle also came out. At the same time, the second brother, who was awakened by the knock on the door, also came to the main room to watch the fun.

"Mom, where did all these corn noodles come from, Dad?"

The third child told the story.

Several people felt strange for a while after hearing this.

After a while, the three daughters-in-law came out.

Suddenly chirping.

The old man saw that there were too many people, so he thought for a moment and said quickly: "Old man, you all, please go back and don't let the children know about this. Don't make any noise yet."

He motioned to his daughters-in-law to go back.

This much cornmeal came out of nowhere.

Nowadays, food is so expensive that anyone who gets it secretly hides it, fearing that someone will come over to borrow it.

Although the daughters-in-law were surprised, they still went back after hearing this.

A few heads of family were left here to discuss the matter of the food.

After thinking for a while, the group of people searched outside with kerosene lamps for a long time. In the end, there was no result and they had no choice but to come back.

Wang Qingsong watched this scene there and rushed home with an umbrella.

(End of this chapter)