After the Chinese New Year, the carrot cellar was empty, and only a small portion of the sweet potatoes were left for seeds. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Lamei didn't have to toss, so she had to go to the team's grain hoard with the corn harvested in the rain last year.

At this time, in the team's grain hoard, there were only more than 2,000 catties of corn and 3 or 200 catties of wheat.

In Lamei's hand, the harvest plus the 2,600 catties bought with the money from selling tender corn is more than 5,000 catties and more than 1,000 catties of ears of corn. Then there are more than 1,000 catties of corn prepared for my parents.

What is given to the team is for the team, and what is given to the parents is for the parents, and she ordered herself to make a clear distinction between public and private.

The purpose of his rebirth is to return to his parents and repay them for their nurturing kindness.

Due to the special situation, he was reborn in a little silly Nier and received special care from the team. She must also take care of the team's difficulties.

She has to repay the kindness in these two times. But it is necessary to make a clear distinction between public and private, and let yourself be at peace.

The food on the team, the hoarding and the one in her hand, can't pass 10,000 catties. According to the current way of eating, it is only two months' rations, and it has to be said that it is saved.

Fifty-nine years in history was the year of the Great Famine. Due to the drought, the wheat grain was not harvested, and the autumn grain output was greatly reduced, and only a few late autumn crops were harvested. This little bit of food is insignificant for a year of famine.

After following it out for a few days, because it was a little less, the food in her hand was in distress.

In order to extend the food on the team for a longer period of time, so that the members can eat a food meal every day, Lamei changed the daily meal to every other day or every three days.

Zheng Jindong, the custodian, kept a close eye on the food hoarded by the team every day, and remembered clearly when it had grown, how much it had increased, and when it had not grown.

"I don't give much these days. Zheng Jindong, the custodian, found the captain Wang Guilan: "The corn in the hoard drips, sometimes in two days, sometimes once in three days. ”

Wang Guilan "bar-ta" and "ba-da" took a few puffs of dry tobacco pouches and spit out a thick smoke. Then he knocked the cigarette bag pot and said ruthlessly: "Tell the canteen that the steamed nest is a little smaller!"

"What about Tiriu?" Zheng Jindong reminded.

Wang Guilan shook her head: "I haven't heard of any team asking for miles." Last year, I secretly asked Lamei to calculate the fortune, and the white-haired grandmother said that she would not come. But I want to try. If there is hope, it is also a blessing on the team. ”

In the past, he hoped that the white-haired grandmother would be accurate, but this time he hoped that it would not be accurate. He wished he could get Tirius back. Six or seven thousand catties, you can eat for two months if you save it.

If you don't come, the white-haired grandmother won't give it, or if she gives less, this wax will sit on a big hair!

At this time, the production teams in Wangdian Village had no food to eat. At a meeting of the leaders of the various teams held by the village committee, the captains of the various teams united and reported to the brigade together, asking the brigade to ask the commune for the return of the old deposits.

The secretary of the brigade went to the commune, but was scolded by the commune secretary: "You are farming, but you have come to ask the commune leaders for food? Is the commune a place to grow grain? Not to mention the commune, even in the county and the office, you can't grow grain."

"Those who grow food ask for food from those who don't grow food, and I say that you have water in your brain, or do you have ulterior motives. ”

The village party secretary was angry about the affairs of the village, and he wanted to send it out, and came back and scolded the captains of each team for a bloody death.

The captains were scolded by the village party secretary, and their legs were weak: the scolding is a trivial matter, if you don't return it, what will you eat in this big spring?

There was no way, Wang Guilan had no choice but to order the gang to make the nest head smaller and smaller, and finally became a veritable bull's eye nest head, which could be eaten in one bite.

There are still two adults and one child. People who eat a lot of food can't even eat half full. The complaints are even greater.

Captain Wang Guilan didn't explain either, and let people talk about it. Because the more he explains, the greater the resentment will become.

Despite the bull's eye socket head to eat, people can't even eat half full. I looked everywhere for the rotten cabbage gangs, root cabbage lumps, and wild vegetable sprouts that had just been drilled out of the ground last year, washed and chopped them, cooked them in a large iron pot in the canteen, and mixed them into gruel to eat.

There are more and more people who come to the room to cook wild vegetables, and even the captain Wang Guilan and the woman who keeps Zheng Jindong also bring wild vegetables to the canteen one by one. People are arguing and shouting, you are fighting for me, and the room is often chaotic.

Some of them were almost ready for lunch, and before it was her turn to cook the morning wild vegetables, she was so angry that she stomped her feet in the courtyard and scolded.

Her mother, Ma Huien, also brought the cleaned wild vegetables to the canteen to cook.

Lamei saw it in her eyes and hurt in her heart. But she doesn't have a golden finger, so she can't get more food, and she has a lot of food in her hand, so she can only go out little by little, and a little less.

But Lamei knows that even this standard of living will not last long.

On her mother's side, she had food in her hands. Last year, she made more than 1,000 yuan from tossing and selling, and she bought all of them corn in preparation for replenishing them this spring. The cafeteria is already running out of food, and it's time to make up for it.

Now there is no pot stove at home, and if you want to make up for it, you can only cook it in the house you rented in your previous life, and then take it here.

Fortunately, the weather is not hot yet, and the space channel also has a freshness effect, and a pot of dry food can be eaten for a few days.

What's even more rare is that the home I rented in my previous life was the idle yard in the east of my hometown in reality. Lamei only needs to go back and forth in the space passage, and she can come from her previous life to the east of her real hometown, that is, her own home, and the mansion that Wang Guiyong leased to her fifty years later.

The idle courtyard is at the head of the alley, and few people pass by, which provides a hidden place for Lamei to cross back and forth. Then enter the hometown through the gate, which is very convenient.

Lamei processed dozens of catties of cornmeal in her previous life, made yeast with the flour given by Wang Xiaoye in her previous life, scalded the cornmeal with warm boiled water, and the thick yeast that was opened on it, slightly sourced, and steamed a pot of noodles.

Because it is a white flour ferment, the steamed wotou has both the fragrance of wheat flour and the sweetness of cornmeal, which is not below the white flour steamed bun.

Five seal pots can be steamed in two drawers, and one pot can also steam more than 40 drawers. But Lamei didn't dare to give it all to her mother at once. It's not that she's afraid of her mother's waste, but she's afraid that she will be eaten by her uncle's big mouth like a yellow-faced wowo again, and she really can't afford it.

In the year of the Great Famine, it was already good to be able to eat eighty percent full, and it was a waste to eat like an uncle.

There was porridge and bull's eye in the canteen, and Lamei decided to give one to each of them at noon. The water flows for a long time, and neither hungry nor full.

Because of the abundance of food, even though she feels sorry for her parents, she can only do this!

Each time eleven nests were sent, the mother Ma Huien left seven, and let the children send four to the north house. And explained that this was sent by the white-haired grandmother to Lamei, and it was given by Anren, one for each person.