On this day, Yan Jiecheng had just returned from the training classroom.
I talked about theoretical knowledge all morning and didn't even bother to drink water.
Then, I shook the thermos bottle and found a lot of water.
I pulled out the plug, but there was no heat left.
I took the thermos to the boiler room to fetch water. This broken pot didn't keep warm very well, and the water the apprentices fetched in the morning was no longer good.
I threw two red dates into the teapot and put in a pinch of high foam.
Just like this, half of the bag was picked up from Section Chief Li, and half of it was given away by Engineer Wang. I really couldn't bear to let go of it anymore.
Section Chief Li said that his high foam is prepared by mixing various high-grade tea leaves in proportions.
Yan Jiecheng knew that people in Sijiucheng didn't like to talk, so what was their favorite? They all drink this because they don’t have enough money to put down their pockets.
It is actually the powdered tea leaves that are sifted out when tea is sifted in tea shops.
This kind of powder is a useless thing in other places, but it is the best thing for dispelling moisture these days.
In the final analysis, this high school is equivalent to the tea bag later.
Tea is used to earn foreign exchange, which is now a luxury product.
No money to buy.
Yan Jiecheng just took a sip and saw Xu Damao rushing to him like a hanged man, picking up his teapot and taking a sip.
"Rub, it burned me to death, hehe..."
"Hey, no, you are Gao Mo. Okay, you are really good at it. My old man has made a few taels of Gao Mo. He is so precious that he is reluctant to give me some."
Saying that, Xu Damao smiled flatteringly and bowed to Yan Jiecheng.
"Brother, you are my biological brother, give me a share."
Yan Jiecheng took out the half pack of Gaoxue from the drawer, found a newspaper, poured half of it into Xu Damao's hands, and wrapped it in a square shape, like a medicine bag.
Yan Jiecheng handed the tea leaves to Xu Damao.
"Here, take it away quickly, I feel bad looking at it."
Xu Damao smiled and said: "Kang Liang! My brother will settle the accounts. How much money you spent on Gao Mo, I will pay you double."
Yan Jiecheng pointed at the door of the office and said to Xu Damao.
"roll……"
"Aren't you a shabby person?"
Xu Damao, the eldest man, had red eyes when he heard this, leaving Nono speechless.
For Xu Damao, everything in the world is for profit; everything in the world is for profit.
In the past, all interactions with people were driven by profit.
Including the previous relationship with Yan Jiecheng, it was also the climate that Yan Jiecheng became.
One is to establish a good relationship in advance, and the other is to have a helper to deal with Silly Zhu together.
Calling each other brothers and sisters, exchanging glasses of wine, exchanging glasses of wine, enjoying grudges and grudges are all Xu Damao's social methods.
Xu Damao likes to use his friends' awesomeness to flaunt his success.
Xu Damao's friends often have a certain social status. Not only does he have face, but they can indeed help to a certain extent.
However, no one in the courtyard wanted to have much contact with him.
When others played with him in the past, some people would say: Birds of a feather flock together, and people divide into groups. What can you learn from Xu Damao?
Over time, he became accustomed to being alone, and his mouth gradually became more and more vicious.
Only Yan Jiecheng ignored his so-called bad reputation and treated him sincerely.
Therefore, Xu Damao felt at this moment that Yan Jiecheng really didn't treat him as an outsider.
The sincerity and passion of friendship saved a soul that was about to fall at this moment.
The human heart is only dangerous, the Taoist heart is small, the essence is only one, and the persistence is in the middle.
Human hearts are dangerous and fickle, and everyone has many thoughts and ideas in their hearts.
Xu Damao put away the endless chaos in his heart and whispered to Yan Jiecheng: "Hey, I almost forgot about the business due to your interruption. I came to tell you that the matter has been settled."
After Yan Jiecheng heard this, he quickly pulled Xu Damao to a secluded place.
Asked in a low voice: "How do you say it?"
"Two hundred kilograms of bagged grain. Leave it at my dad's house and we'll transport it over together in the evening."
Yan Jiecheng was very happy to hear that there were two hundred kilograms of grain.
However, he only mentioned fine grains and meat. How did Xu Damao know that he wanted to eat grains?
Xu Damao noticed Yan Jiecheng's expression and whispered, "Do you think your third uncle is the only human spirit? This wind has been blowing for so long, how can my old man not make preparations?"
Well, compared to the Xu family member, Yan Bugui really pales in comparison.
"Hey, it's your Uncle Xu who is the best, don't accept it."
The two made an appointment and went their separate ways. After all, they were still at work.
This bag of grain doesn't require food stamps, but it's a little more expensive, only a cent a pound.
After all, ordinary white flour on the market now only costs 17 cents, but everyone buys according to the ration, and no one is allowed to buy more.
There are generally two methods of so-called rationing, one is grain books and the other is grain stamps.
Every household has a grain and oil book.
There are also various daily bills such as food stamps, oil stamps, coal stamps, bean stamps, cloth stamps, and meat stamps.
Generally, when purchasing grain, it is purchased with a voucher.
The grain and oil book provides an average monthly supply of oil, rice, or white flour, as well as coal, soybeans, cloth, pork and other major daily necessities. During the holidays, a little more meat, oil, etc. are also supplied.
The supply of grain and oil for each household varies slightly depending on the industry, gender and age.
For example, Yan Bugui has a supply of 15 kilograms of white flour every month, while the third aunt only has 10 kilograms, and Yan Jiecheng, an industrial worker now, has 35 kilograms. The three children in the family each weigh 5 pounds.
From here we can see the importance of Yan Jiecheng’s work to his family.
Of course, the old Yan family knows how to live a good life.
At noon, the two of them ate in the canteen of their respective units.
The third aunt and the others were eating Erhe noodles at home, which was pretty good.
In the evening, the whole family would just drink cornstarch. In the words of the third uncle: It's not bad. It's best to drink it late at night. It makes you hungry but not fat.
As for the white flour, except for a small amount left for Yan Jie to deal with emergencies, but she couldn't let her see the white flour like before, the rest was basically replaced with whole grains quietly.
Therefore, it is true that Father Xu can give Yan Jiayun two hundred catties of cattle based on his own grain harvest.
The road is really wild!
That night, Yan Jiecheng, Xu Damao, and Yan Bugui went to Xu Damao's parents' house in the evening.
After a while of pleasantries, they divided the two hundred kilograms of grain into four bags and packed them.
Xu Damao tied the two pockets together like a piece of cloth and placed them on the back seat of the bicycle.
The Yan family's father and son walked three kilometers each carrying fifty kilograms of grain.
As the saying goes, a long journey is never easy, and Yan Jiecheng can only say that the saying is true.
It took almost an hour to enter the courtyard in the dark. Yan Bugui's small body was already exhausted.
You know, he is still a young man under forty years old.
Bad health.
Xu Damao put down the bag and pushed the cart to the backyard.
Yan Jiecheng drank two mouthfuls of water and felt that he was okay again.
Ignoring Yan Bugui who was still resting there, he hid the grain in the cellar alone.
When I came out, I saw Yan Bugui lying there, complaining of pain in his shoulders and back.
