Before I knew it, the time was 11 o'clock, and under the reminder of you, my grandmother was reluctant to leave Zhinao.

As soon as the two of them went out, the second grandmother came over with a small piece of coarse cloth.

"Grandma Yoyo, where have you been in the morning, I'm thinking about finding you to buy colors (dyes) together. ”

"I went to the village to find shoes for the children, and the children's feet grew fast, and last year's shoes were too small to wear. "Grandma's adaptability is really strong.

"This is the pattern of osmanthus found from her mother-in-law's house, which can be woven into several colors, and adults and children can wear it, do you think it's okay?"

Grandma looked at the flower cloth and said happily: "That's great, I'm worried about how to weave a cloth that her brothers and sisters can wear." ”

"Thanks to your family this year, I made a lot of money selling Maodi pears, and I'm going to weave a few more hooks of cloth, how many hooks do you want to weave?"

"First of all, you are old, her brother and sister are still young, and a piece of clothing does not need much cloth. ”

"Then my family will weave six hooks. ”

"I also weave six hooks, let's weave a big machine this year, and we won't lose the machine. ”

In the conversation between the two, Yoyo figured it out. A hook cloth is six feet long, and you can weave up to 12 hooks at a time.

Seeing that the time was almost half past eleven, grandma said to the second grandma: "Second grandma, you can cook first, Wanying will come back from school in a while, and I will ask her to calculate how many colors (dyes) to use." It's okay in the afternoon, just go to the Xiangyang Brigade to buy it back, and my family's foreign oil (kerosene) should also be bought. ”

After lunch, my mother took the cloth sample put down by the second grandmother to settle the account, tore off a few lines of thread from one end of the cloth, exposed a row of threads, checked the number according to the same color, and wrote it down on the paper. I calculated the amount of cotton thread of each color in proportion and rewrote a piece of paper. You leaned over and looked, and there were catties written on the back of the four colors of electric green, grass green, yellow green, and black.

When the second grandmother came over, she had already calculated, and her mother asked the second grandmother how many things she wanted to knit, a few hooks for each of them, and calculated the number of wefts to be used, and wrote her a piece of paper.

The Xiangyang Brigade is in Lianghuali in the south of Zhoulou Village, and the grandmother uses a bicycle to carry the second grandmother and Youyou. On the way, Grandma told Youyou that Xiangyang Village used to be called Rabbit Garden, which was the residence of the hired farmers in Zhoulou Village. Before the liberation, Zhoulou Village was a wealthy village, and there were more than a dozen landlords and rich peasants.

One summer, even when it rained, the surrounding farmland was flooded, and the farmland where the hired farmers lived was high and not flooded, and the hares in the fields ran there, and the hired farmers survived the famine by eating hares, and also fell into the name of a rabbit farm.

At the beginning of the Cultural Revolution, the villagers of Rabbit Park took the lead in the revolution and became the vanguard of the thirteen surrounding villages, and the name of the village was changed to Xiangyang Brigade.

There are four spacious and bright large tile houses at the brigade sales point, and a wooden plaque is hung on the door, "Hongcheng County Zhangji Commune Xiangyang Brigade Purchasing Agency". When you enter the door, you will see a counter made of blue bricks, which is in the shape of a "concave" shape, separating the shelves from customers.

This counter is more than one meter high and one meter wide, and the countertop is made of concrete, which is used for many years, and the surface is very smooth. There are small wooden doors folding at both ends of the counter, which can be passed through when the door is opened, and connected to the countertop when the door is closed.

Behind the counter are wooden shelves, and on each layer of shelves are placed goods, thimbles, press buttons, buttons, flashlights, bulbs, batteries, tobacco, alcohol, sugar, tea, canned food and biscuits, enamel basins, hot water bottles, soap, soap, towels, small hand towels, shoes, socks and hats, square turbans, and more than ten kinds of rolled cloth.

The goods are very complete, not only hardware supplies, but also daily necessities, school supplies, there must be hundreds of goods.

On the east side of the consignment point, there are pots and pans, bamboo chopsticks, vinegar jars and soy sauce jars, and grapes and funnels on the lid of the jars. Next to it, there is also a wine jar, which contains bulk wine, and the measuring tools are also grapes and funnels.

On the west side, there are shovels, grappling hooks, wires, nails, pesticides and other production supplies, and an iron kerosene drum with a tightly fastened lid.

Grandma asked for two cents of kerosene, and when the waiter opened the lid, the pungent smell of kerosene immediately wafted out. He quickly typed out a full lift, funnel it into the bottle that his grandmother had brought, and then screwed the lid on.

The kerosene in the consignment is mainly for people to light lamps, and people are used to call it foreign oil. I have been wearing it for more than a month, and I deeply feel people's idiomatic terms: foreign oil (kerosene), foreign fire (match), foreign car (bicycle), foreign machine (sewing machine).

Two cents a pound, just one mention. Rural people live frugally, and many families are reluctant to even have more lights. Therefore, it is not like in the city that you have to ask for kerosene tickets.

There are three consignees in the store, who communicate with the visitors with a kind attitude, and see the acquaintances take the initiative to say hello, which is much better than the service attitude of the salesman of the commune supply and marketing cooperative, the abacus in his hand crackles, and the price is still quoted in his mouth.

Grandma and the second grandmother handed over the paper in their hands, and the salesman skillfully dug out the dye from the glass jar containing the dye, weighed it with a very small copper scale, poured it into the torn straw paper and wrapped it, wrote the name on the paper package, and reported the price in his mouth.

Convert the amount of dye from the pound of cotton thread, and then calculate the amount of money, and the speed of mental arithmetic is really 360 lines, and the line is the champion.

There are always more than 10 people in the distribution point. People don't just come to buy things, many people come to sell eggs, no matter how big or small, as long as they are fresh, they are one out of five.

No wonder there are not many eggs sold in the commune's bazaar, and the old lady's eggs are obviously too large to sell for six cents, and the small ones are not easy to sell for six cents.

At this time, people are walking to the market, and they have to delay the work to earn points, so it is better to sell to the consignment point.

Yoyo looked at it for a while, and an idea arose from his heart, so that grandma could also open a consignment point in the village, and there was a chance to buy and sell, and the consignment point was simply a cheating weapon tailored for Yoyo.

When I returned home, my grandmother told my grandmother what she thought, and my grandmother led Yoyo to find my uncle and grandfather.

"I heard in the commune that in order to support the 'Agricultural Science Dazhai' movement, the supply and marketing system is planning to expand the scale of 'double-generation stores (collection and buying)' and set up sales outlets at the village level to facilitate farmers to purchase daily necessities. If you want to open a point, I will go to the commune to find aid to the DPRK and give you someone to carry out activities. Now that Didi is older, you can also make up for it at home by opening a point. ”

"Brother, I'm making things difficult for you again. ”

"It's useless to clean up, what are you talking about with your brother. As soon as I thought of losing you, I felt a pain in my heart, and I felt sorry for my father, but fortunately you found it yourself, otherwise I would have to be uncomfortable for the rest of my life. ”

After listening to my uncle's words, my grandmother's eyes were red, and my heart was also warm.

Grandma and the second grandmother got busy, first dyed the crutches into various colors, dried them and then slurred them with thin white flour soup, put them on the pulp thread (chuan) to dry, and used a short stick to wear the lower end of the crutches, hold the stick with both hands, and force down the dun, so that the threads are loose.

The thread is particularly laborious, and it cannot be stopped until the thread crutch is dry. The second grandmother was not in good health, and the grandmother and Sanni Guixiang took turns to do it, and the father ran over to help for a while when no one was going to see a doctor.

After the pulped cotton thread is dried, it is particularly strong and smooth, which is an indispensable process for weaving coarse cloth, but it is particularly tiring.