After coming out of the warehouse, Chu Heng poured the bag of rice he took out before into the bag of the rice vat, and then carefully threw the original packaging back to the warehouse.
Immediately, he happily started preparing breakfast.
First, he lit the fire on the stove, then put the washed rice into a casserole and cooked it slowly on the stove. He then took out the three remaining eggs at home from the cupboard and prepared to fry poached eggs for a while.
After doing this, he began to rummage through the cabinets and collected all the money and notes at home.
Since the original owner had just started working and had just bought a bicycle, he didn't have much money saved. Adding in all the odd bits and pieces, it was only over 100 yuan.
There are quite a few tickets, except for food stamps, there are also things like match tickets, salt tickets, cloth tickets, cigarette tickets, and even a watch ticket!
These are all sent by the relevant departments of the grain store during the holidays.
These days, the grain store is a very good unit. As an employee of the grain store, you not only have a bright face, but also get a lot of benefits.
After Chu Heng carefully counted his belongings, he put a few dollars in his pocket as pocket money, put the other bills into a jujube wood box, and threw them into the warehouse space.
The money was okay, but those tickets were closely related to his daily life. If he lost them, he would be unable to move around, so he had better keep them in a warehouse for safety.
These words are really not adulterated at all.
At this time, you need a ticket to buy anything. You need a food stamp to buy food. You need a meat ticket to buy meat. You need a cloth ticket to buy cloth. Even a rag needs a rag ticket. If a woman comes to visit her aunt, she also needs a ticket to buy a menstrual belt. .
Without these tickets, he wouldn't be able to survive.
After settling his family's property, Chu Heng took the wine bottle that he used to put oil in, and after filling a full bottle in the warehouse, he squatted next to the stove with his withered belly, while gently stirring the gruel in the casserole with a spoon. Plan how to use the things in the warehouse.
It's not okay to just wait for death by guarding the warehouse.
We must replace those rice, flour, grains and oils with what we need.
But how to change it is a problem.
Speculation is a serious crime. If the circumstances are serious, you will have to eat peanuts!
"You worry when you don't have anything to eat, and you worry when you have too much food." Chu Heng sighed softly, smacked a few toothbrush seeds, put the cooked gruel on the table, and then put the big stir-fry rice on the table. Sit on the spoon and start frying the eggs.
"Hey!"
As soon as the eggs came out of the pot, a burning aroma wafted out of the pot, and then drifted into the courtyard through the cracks in the door and window.
The third boy from Aunt Li's house next door was woken up by greed. While he was still in bed, he sniffed hard and drooled. He pulled his mother who had just gotten up and shouted: "Mom, I want to eat scrambled eggs!"
"You look like scrambled eggs to me!" Aunt Li, who was over forty years old, glared at her third son fiercely, slapped him on the butt, swallowed secretly, and went to cook sweet potato porridge while cursing.
"Who scrambles eggs so early in the morning? Can't you just make it through the day?"
Life must be lived, and it must be lived well.
Chu Heng already had dinner at home, including half a pot of thick porridge, a piece of black salty radish, and three golden and fragrant fried poached eggs, which he devoured in a short time.
This breakfast, in the eyes of others, is already very rich, but in the eyes of Chu Heng, who has always been fond of meat, it is really a bit shabby.
Is breakfast still called breakfast without meat buns?
At this moment, he had already made up his mind to go to Pigeon Market.
People live to eat. If they can’t even eat meat, what’s the point of living?
"What should we do at noon?"
As soon as he finished his meal, he began to think about his next meal. There was no canteen in the grain store, so he had to either bring his own lunch or go to a restaurant.
The food stamps at home have been used up, and it is impossible to go out to restaurants. I can only cook some food and bring it with me.
Chu Heng put down the bowl and chopsticks helplessly, rummaged in the cupboard, found a piece of bacon, went to the cellar to get some cabbage leaves, and then took out a classic aluminum lunch box to wash rice.
First, boil water in a pot, put two chopsticks in the pot, and then put the lunch box with rice on it. When the rice grains have absorbed almost all the water in the lunch box, the cut bacon cover will become crystal clear. On top of the white rice, cover the meat with cabbage leaves, and finally sprinkle some soy sauce and continue steaming.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, a simple version of claypot rice is completed.
"It's quite fragrant." Chu Heng took out the lunch box and covered it, grinning because of the heat. He turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall. Seeing that it was still a while before work, he took out half a box of large front door from his clothes pocket. He crossed his legs and pumped leisurely.
In the smoke, his thoughts began to wander again.
Looking at it from another perspective, people in this era are actually quite happy. Although they are short of supplies, they live a worry-free life. Houses are divided into units, medical treatment does not cost anything, everyone has the same food and drink, and no one can laugh at anyone.
"Fuck!"
Before he finished smoking a cigarette, Chu Heng accidentally glanced out the window and was suddenly frightened.
Outside the window of his house, he saw a bunch of children, big and small, lying on the window sill and drooling with green eyes like hungry wolves, as if they were in a biohazard.
"pitiful."
Chu Heng shook his head dumbfounded. He guessed that it was the smell of meat at home that attracted the greedy children.
He reluctantly put out the cigarette in his hand, stuffed the still warm lunch box into his military green crossbody bag, and prepared to go to work.
As soon as he opened the door, he was surrounded by a group of children.
One of the sneaky boys asked greedily: "Uncle Chu, does your family cook meat? It's so delicious."
Looking at the child, a bunch of memories suddenly appeared in his mind.
This child's name is Jia Gen, nicknamed Bang Gen, and he is the son of Widow Qin in the courtyard.
In addition to these, Chu Heng was completely stunned after digesting the information about the neighbors in the courtyard!
I’m so fucked!
It's not a good place to live. Why did you end up living in this animal farm?
Chu Heng looked down at Banggian, the little white-eyed wolf, and then at Xiaodang and Sophora japonica beside him. His head was suddenly filled with black lines, but then his face was full of smiles: "Isn't this little Banggian? What, Want to eat meat?”
"I think!" Banggeng nodded fiercely, his dark eyes full of expectation.
"If you want to eat, ask your mother to cook it for you." Chu Heng laughed strangely, pulled away the children around him, pushed the big Phoenix bicycle at the door, and slipped out of the courtyard.
This animal farm is also very good, and my future life will definitely be colorful.
Silly Zhu, Qin Bitch, the first, second and third uncles, and Xu Damao, who is full of tricks, are all quite interesting people.
Not long after he left, Banggeng ran home with him to find his grandma, crying and asking for meat.
"It's true that Chu Heng didn't even know how to give my grandson a piece of meat, so why wouldn't he choke you to death?" Mrs. Zhang, who was short of food and clothing but was bloated and fat, cursed with an eyebrow.
The plump and pretty widow sitting next to her on the kang quietly rolled her eyes at this evil mother-in-law, pulled her beloved son over, and comforted her: "Stop crying, wait for your stupid uncle to come back tonight, and get some meat from him."
