"1965..."
In a slightly shabby bedroom, Chu Heng, who had just traveled through time, stared blankly at the half calendar nailed to the wall, and many labels about this era suddenly appeared in his mind.
Poverty, hunger, chaos, no mobile phones, no computers, no WiFi, no uc browser...
"This is life-threatening!"
Chu Heng scratched his scalp with a frown, and quickly sorted out the messy memories left by the original owner of the body in his mind. He wanted to confirm.
It didn't take long for him to roughly figure out his current situation.
His name is still Chu Heng. He is 22 years old. He is a veteran. His workplace is Sanliang Store in Sijiucheng. His position is registration clerk. His salary is 24-level cadres. His monthly salary plus subsidy is RMB 45.5. He currently lives in There are two houses in the large courtyard. His ancestors were tenant farmers, and his parents were both martyrs. The only remaining family member is his second uncle, named Chu Jianshe, who serves as the deputy director of the Grain Management Office and is a boss with a profound background.
"There shouldn't be any problem with this identity." Chu Heng let out a long breath and regained some energy. He looked at his house in the dim light of the morning.
The layout of the bedroom is extremely simple. At the innermost side is an old-fashioned hard board bed with rough workmanship. It should be made of beech wood. The material is very sufficient and it is very strong. It is estimated that it will be used for another thirty to fifty years.
In addition, there is a round table and a wardrobe. Judging from the material and style, they should be made by the same carpenter.
There was a briquette stove near the window, and a patchwork black iron chimney extended from the furnace body out of the window.
It is early winter now. The original owner has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry, so he is very generous in life. Although the weather is not too cold, he still puts a fire on the stove. Even after a night, the kettle on the stove lid is still warm.
Chu Heng, who felt his face was oily, quickly stepped forward, picked up the kettle on the stove, and poured some warm water into the red enamel basin on the washstand next to him. After soaking his hands with water, he smeared some soap on it. I washed my face.
"A little hungry."
After wiping himself clean with a yellowish white towel on the shelf, Chu Heng rubbed his shriveled belly, opened the bedroom door and walked into the outhouse.
Just now, he had figured it out.
Now that you have traveled through time, you will be blamed, and it is only right to live in the present.
Besides, in the 1960s, there were still many opportunities.
Secretly hide some antiques and stock up on a few more houses if you have the opportunity. When the great man starts reform and opening up, he will sell the things in his hands. By then, he will do nothing and still be able to hang out every day...
Chu Heng was suddenly stunned. After calculating his age at that time with a frown, he felt a little less interested.
It’s better not to think about what is available and what is not available, and let’s fill our stomachs first!
The outhouse was in a mess, with a lot of used and unused junk piled up in every corner.
There is a cupboard against the wall on the north side, which has long been stained by the smoke and fire. Next to it is a large vat half as tall as a man, which is used to hold grain.
This tank is quite big, but unfortunately there isn’t much in it.
In this era, you have to use tickets to buy everything, and things like grain and oil are distributed in rations based on head count. Even though Chu Heng works in a grain store, there is still a certain amount of grain. His grain ration is 32 kilograms, of which 25 There are only seven kilograms of fine grains, 2 kilograms of rice, and 5 kilograms of noodles.
At this time, people were short of food and water, and many people would not be full even after eating six or seven large steamed buns at a meal. This small amount of food could keep him from starving to death for a great young man like him.
Chu Heng wandered to the side of the rice vat and opened the wooden cylinder cover covering it.
I saw a few shriveled cloth bags inside, most of them empty. There were only two bags with some food in them. One bag contained cornmeal, which could probably hold a large bowl, and the other bag contained... There is only a small handful of rice, which is too thin even for cooking porridge.
Chu Heng looked at the rice vat in astonishment, his lips trembled a few times, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Fuck!"
There are still three days before new food stamps will be issued. Obviously, this amount of food will not last until then.
If you don't want to go hungry, you can only take money to buy at the pigeon market.
"This bastard didn't leave any escape route for himself!" Chu Heng cursed at the original owner bitterly, and suddenly he remembered the large warehouse of the grain company that he guarded before traveling through time. If he used it as a warehouse, Just bring it, don't say you're hungry, you can eat one bowl and throw away ten bowls.
"Um?"
Just as he was thinking about the warehouse, Chu Heng suddenly felt the world spinning. The next moment, he left the messy kitchen and returned to the large warehouse he was responsible for guarding.
Looking at the mountains of rice, flour, grain and oil in front of him, he was a little confused for a moment.
"Wearing it back again?"
Chu Heng murmured to himself, feeling that everything was becoming unreal. He took a deep breath, ran to the warehouse door excitedly, and pushed hard.
uc, here I come!
The door didn't move at all.
"What's going on?" He patted the door, which was obviously unlocked but seemed to have been welded shut, and looked out through the crack in the door. All he could see was darkness, with no light source in sight.
Chu Heng fell silent immediately.
Could it be that this warehouse really traveled through time with him?
After thinking about it, he tried to shout in his heart: "Go back!"
Uh-huh!
The next moment, he disappeared from the warehouse and returned to the kitchen.
"It really is!"
Chu Heng's eyes widened in shock, and his breathing became rapid.
At this moment, he could clearly feel the existence of the warehouse, and he could take whatever he wanted!
After a while, Chu Heng calmed down, and soon he saw a thought in his mind, and a large fifty-jin bag of Wuchang Daohuaxiang rice appeared at his feet.
"Mom, Dad, your son is going to be successful."
Chu Heng looked down at the heavy rice bag, silently muttered to his deceased parents in another time and space in his heart, and then plunged into the grain and oil warehouse located there.
When he was guarding this warehouse before, he really didn't pay attention to the types of things inside. He had no shortage of food, so why did he care about that?
But this time he had to take stock.
In this era of scarcity, the rice, flour, grains and oils in this warehouse are no longer just food. In some cases, these things are better than money!
Chu Heng was like a wild donkey, running around in the warehouse for a while.
It didn't take him long to figure out the types of supplies in the warehouse.
Grains include rice, flour, and cornmeal, and edible oils include peanut oil, soybean oil, rapeseed oil, and blended oil.
He really couldn't calculate the specific quantity. It was too much. The warehouse as big as a football field was filled with rice, flour, grain and oil. He didn't have the energy to calculate the specific quantity.
