Except for Song Ergu, who wanted to go back to her parents' house to break her nephew's bones and suck out the marrow, the other aunts felt sorry for Song Qingfeng, his nephew.
After Aunt Song had ground the grain, she asked Zhou Dashan to deliver a snakeskin bag of cornmeal.
They have been ground several times and are very fine.
A snakeskin bag like this weighs fifty pounds here.
Chen Guihua was the first to object to this, "Mom, what are you doing? Don't our family want to give us ten yuan? Why do you still give us food?"
"The ten yuan was given by you. This ration is evenly divided from my share and is not included in our collective ration." Aunt Song said directly.
Despite her age, she still collects pigweed to earn work points for her own rations on weekdays. During the autumn harvest, she also helps out in the drying field. The work points she earns are no less than that of this sneaky eldest daughter-in-law!
The boss and the second family also have to provide rations every year. She can afford the fifty kilograms of rations for her nephew!
"Why don't you save money on your rations? We can still make money. It doesn't matter if we take a share from our own and send it to my cousin!"
"Yeah, let's make more money, and when we're done, we'll go into the mountains to have a look."
Zhou Dong and Zhou Liang were all Taoists.
Chen Guihua originally felt that she was at a disadvantage when she heard that her mother-in-law's rations were her own. After all, her mother-in-law's rations were used to subsidize her own family, but now they are all given away.
Hearing what these two brothers said again, they were so angry that they said, "I'll take some back to my parents' house, and you all have opinions. It's not enough to remember what happened back then for the rest of my life! You guys are sending money and food to your parents' house, but you agree with both hands!"
"What are you talking about? There is nothing we can do about my cousin's situation. Your mother's family is a very skilled family, how can it be the same? This food comes from the public house!" Zhou Dashan spoke.
He didn't even bother with her, he just took the money and carried the sack of cornmeal over.
"Brother Dashan, what are you doing?" Qiao Nianyao heard Dahuang calling out and saw the sack carried by Zhou Dashan.
Zhou Dashan walked in and said, "This is the ration my mother gave Qingfeng. It's not much, but it's a token of my gratitude."
Then he took out a big ticket from his pocket and said, "This is what we gave to Qingfeng. We will have it every year in the future."
By saying this, I also want to reassure my cousin Qiao Nianyao that they will not put all the heavy burden on her alone.
Back then, Song Qingfeng's mother would fall ill from exhaustion. It wasn't because they didn't help.
They all helped a little, but at that time they also had several children to support, and brothers Zhou Dong and Zhou Liang were both about the same age as their cousin Song Qingfeng.
A half-grown man is a poor man.
In addition, the times were not good that year, and every family had too much time to take care of themselves.
But things are different now. The children have all grown up. There has been a bumper harvest in the past few years, and everyone is able to eat seven to eight times full.
Therefore, he has the conditions to support his cousin Song Qingfeng.
Qiao Nianyao knew it as soon as she heard it and said: "Brother Dashan, we accept this idea, but we have the food ourselves. I bought a lot more with the team this year, and the commune also allowed us to raise a sheep. The days are You'll be a little poorer, but you can still live on. You can carry this bag of food back, as well as this money, and Qingfeng still has some retirement pay."
There is no shortage of money and food at home, but there must be a shortage at Lao Zhou's house. These fifty kilograms of food were delivered, and the family will have to drink for a few days without so much food.
However, Qiao Nianyao also knew their intentions. She was sincerely willing to help Song Qingfeng and did not regard him as a burden.
Zhou Dashan said hurriedly: "I have brought it all over, there is no reason to take it back."
"Brother Dashan." Song Qingfeng called him from inside.
Zhou Dashan came in to see this cousin who was almost a generation younger, "How's it going?"
"It's all good." Song Qingfeng nodded, "There's no need to keep the food. Brother Dashan, take it back, we'll have enough."
Zhou Dashan didn't agree, so he brought everyone over, "Stay here to eat, and I won't say much."
"If the family is short of food, then I won't be polite to you, Brother Dashan, but come here and see how much food I bought?"
Qiao Nianyao brought him to the side room to see the room full of food.
Most of the food distributed in the brigade was coarse grains. Some were given out such as rice and wheat, but very little. Every household received rations.
But Qiao Nianyao was standing there when the food was being distributed, and she would exchange it for anyone who was willing to exchange fine grain for coarse grain.
It doesn't matter whether you want to exchange money or coarse grains.
She exchanged some for them.
In addition, some of it was taken out of the space, and the weight was very considerable.
I have stocked up on a lot of coarse and fine grains. Even if I open them to eat, I won’t have a problem eating until next year.
Seeing so much food stored in the house, Zhou Dashan didn't say anything.
Just keep the money.
But neither money nor food was left.
The sack of grain and the ten dollars were carried back intact.
Brothers Zhou Dong and Zhou Liang have already pushed a cart up the mountain to collect firewood. They can pull a cart back at this time.
Aunt Song was at home, picking soybeans with her two granddaughter-in-laws. When she saw him carrying the grain back again, she was stunned and said, "Why are you bringing the grain back again?"
"They don't want it. No matter what I say, it doesn't make sense. If I don't carry it back, my cousins will have to carry it back later." Zhou Dashan said.
When Chen Guihua, who was lying in the room so angry, heard this, she immediately came back to life with full blood and hurried out, "Where's the money? Have you accepted the money?"
"It's all confiscated." Zhou Dashan took out the money and handed it to his mother.
When Chen Guihua saw the ten dollars and the sack of cornmeal, she felt better immediately and said with a smile: "That is to say, Qingfeng must have brought the retirement pay. When the food was distributed, Yaoyao also You spend money so generously and exchange so much fine grain with the villagers. I feel envious when I see it. How can we use our grain?"
She was almost certain that she must have brought back a lot of retirement pay!
Otherwise, how could you refuse the free food and money?
"Put it back." Aunt Song didn't say anything.
Chen Guihua quickly said: "Mom, I want to go back to my parents' house for a wedding. Can you take this bag of cornmeal back to my parents' house for a wedding?"
"Okay, let sisters Xiaohong and Xiaoyue each carry fifty kilograms of grain back to their parents' home to visit relatives. They also have to learn from your mother-in-law, right?" Aunt Song glanced at her and said.
Chen Guihua's face stiffened.
Zhou Dashan glanced at her angrily and carried the food back directly.
He had no objection to his cousin, because his cousin had no choice, and relatives had to help each other.
But my father-in-law’s family are all lazy. He couldn’t bear to give food to them if they could live like this in such good years!
"If you want to go back to visit relatives, I will steam eight white flour buns for you to take back tomorrow." Aunt Song said.
After hearing this, Chen Guihua's expression improved, and she began to push further, "How about saving ten more eggs?"
"Do you want it or not?"
Chen Guihua calmed down and said, "Let's just have eight steamed buns." Fortunately, she had saved two yuan, so she could take it back to show her respect.
But I feel miserable.
It is said that after many years, the daughter-in-law has become a mother-in-law, and she has become a mother-in-law herself, but the economic power is still in the hands of this old woman. Is there any justice?
