The Peasant Wife Has a Space

This spring is fine, and we can still dig wild vegetables. In winter, all the trees will wither, and there is really nothing.

For those who don't even have food rations, can't cut the bark and dig the roots to eat?

How many people have to starve to death and freeze to death!

Although Zhao Xiulan sympathized with the people of this era, she was helpless.

Her personal ability is limited, and she cannot hang a pot to save the world.

Now it's 1962, and after this year, things will slowly get better in the future.

After all, time flies by so fast, this is the third year she has lived in this era in the blink of an eye.

Although this era is a bit bitter and tiring, it is a peaceful era after all, and everyone can live in peace and stability.

It's not like the end of the world, where you have to worry about survival every day, and you may lose your life at any time.

On the side of the Grain Bureau, we try our best to distribute the grain reasonably. In general, the supply in Lu City can barely keep up.

But for a lot of people, they can only maintain food and clothing, and they want to eat a lot during the New Year, and there is little hope.

The welfare in their office is not bad, everyone can apply for 20 catties of refined grain.

Other units don’t have such benefits, and that’s exactly why many people feel that working in the Grain Bureau is very good, not to mention the face, the most important thing is to deal with grain all day, and often get more grain.

In this era, other things are not precious, and the most precious thing is food.

The rest are things outside the body and cannot be eaten. Only the food that can fill the stomach is the most practical and precious existence.

At the end of the year, people in the office are also idle.

Sister Zhang called Zhao Xiulan aside and asked, "Comrade Zhao, can you still get meat here?

Now that the supply is tight, I'm afraid that I won't be able to buy much during the New Year, so I want to ask you, can you bring me some meat? "

"Sister Zhang, when do you want it?"

"About twenty-eight years? Can you?" Sister Zhang's eyes were full of anticipation, for fear that Zhao Xiulan would say no.

"Okay, yes. How much do you want, Sister Zhang? I'll send it to you when the time comes!"

"You can get as much as you can for me! I'll go to your house to get it myself, how can I trouble you to let you send it to me?"

Sister Zhang also knows in her heart that when the New Year is coming, the supply is tight everywhere. Every household wants to buy meat for a good New Year, and there is less meat available on the market.

If Zhao Xiulan takes too much, I'm afraid it will embarrass her.

So Zhao Xiulan can bring as much as she can. She is very grateful and content to help her with a little.

Zhao Xiulan said, "Sister Zhang, is ten pounds of meat enough?"

Sister Zhang didn't expect that Zhao Xiulan would be able to help her get ten catties of meat, she nodded and replied, "Enough, of course! Ten catties is already a lot!"

If you can get her three or four catties of meat, she can have a good year, let alone ten catties of meat.

With so much meat, cut out a few pounds to make meatballs. The fried meatballs can be stored for a long time and can be eaten slowly.

"Well, Sister Zhang, do you need anything else? For example, egg sesame oil, I can get some for you."

"Comrade Zhao, can you still get these good things?"

"Well, I can get it. I have a way, and there are relatives who specialize in these things."

Sister Zhang doesn't ask so much, as long as people can help her get things.

Everyone has their own secrets, especially in this kind of reselling of food supplies, there are certain risks, and it is not allowed to intervene too much.