Lamei asked the attending doctor to open a discharge unit, and the attending doctor looked at her with strange eyes: "Didn't I tell you? He is anemic and extremely weak, and needs special protection in the hospital." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In this case, it is not possible to be discharged. ”

"But we don't have any money!" Lamei spread her two little hands: "Just now, we called for the payment of hospitalization fees again, we didn't have it, we want to go to the house to raise it." ”

This time, the doctor had nothing to say: the hospital is not a charity, and you have to pay for it!

"Okay, I'll prescribe some nutritional medicine for you, and let him eat it on time when I go back. ”

After completing the formalities, Lamei helped Wang Guiqiang to the back of the person and said to him: "The white-haired grandmother is here, we can't come and go casually. The first time you came, the white-haired grandmother was not very familiar with you and had to be blindfolded. ”

After speaking, he put a black turban on Wang Guiqiang's eyes. Then he was brought into the passage of the space and placed on the sofa in the hall. I rode my bicycle and returned to Wangdian Village.

At this time, both parents were in the New Taipei house. Although the house is not completely dry, the daytime activity is already inside, but it is not yet sleeping in it at night.

Lamei saw that there was no one in the east shed, which was exactly what she wanted. Because when you go, you walk from the east shed. When I came back, I went back inside, just in response to the sentence "Where did you come from, where did you go back!"

Brought Wang Guiqiang out, took off the black turban from his eyes, and Wang Guiqiang was in his east shed again.

"Wow! so fast!" Wang Guiqiang said happily: "It's like riding in a car, and it's like flying." Dizzy, here it is. Oh God!"

"Brother, I don't want mortals to know about the affairs of God's family. You also try to say as little as possible. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. I don't say it, it's good enough to cure me and save my life, how can I take revenge and talk about other people's affairs! Lamei, don't worry, I won't say it. ”

Lamei: "Just remember." I called my godfather and godmother. ”

Wang Changsuo and his wife, who heard the movement, had already walked this way. Seeing that the eldest son was looking very good, he was sitting on the kang energetically, and a stone in the hearts of the two fell into his stomach.

Lamei gave Wang Guiqiang the nutritional medicine she brought and told him to eat it on time. He gave his mother the millet, flour, eggs, and noodles he brought, and told her to make liquid food for her brother for the first two days, and then step by step.

And said that the whole family should eat, don't save it, the white-haired grandmother gave a lot.

After explaining to her parents and seeing that there was nothing going on at home, Lamei hurried to the team site.

She wanted to pour the corn she bought into the production team's grain hoard as soon as possible, and in the year of the great famine, there would be one day of food sooner, and she didn't know if it could save the lives of several people.

Before and after, Lamei has been gone for more than ten days. People have no mixed meat dishes, no dried steamed buns, and can only rely on three meals of gruel a day and a starch nest to save their lives.

Last time, Grandma Pu told her that there were three dead people in the team, and she wanted to know who was dead and who was struggling on the edge of life and death.

After putting the grain, as soon as I entered the courtyard of the team headquarters, I saw the captain Wang Guilan sitting on the steps in front of the north house smoking dry cigarettes. His face was yellow, and there were gloomy clouds on his face.

He had already heard that Lamei had returned, and he also knew that Lamei had followed the white-haired grandmother to a distant place. I was thinking about how to tell Lamei, let Lamei tell the white-haired grandmother better, hurry up and give some food, and rescue the people on the 11th team.

If you don't come for two more days, the canteen of Team 11 will have to run out of cooking, and all the members of the team will starve.

"We've got food. As soon as Lamei entered the door, she beckoned: "The white-haired grandmother gave two thousand catties, and it has been put into the warehouse hoard." ”

Wang Guilan was overwhelmed with surprise when she heard this, and she hurriedly bent her waist and called Zheng Jindong, who was the safeguard. The two of them went to the warehouse to take a look, and sure enough, most of them were hoarding large horse tooth corn. Although it is not as red and golden as a small grain, it is also food!

The two of them were so happy that they hurriedly called the militia platoon commander Wu Jinbao and asked him to send two key militiamen to supervise the members of the society.

"Why is the mill still supervised by the militia?" Lamei asked Grandma Pu in confusion.

Grandma Pu: "Ahem, it's not like it's your grandma!"

"What's wrong with Grandma Leigh?"

When Lamei's mind was neutral, the old lady in her sixties with little feet appeared, carrying a pair of small feet all day long, following the little donkey in the rolling road.

One moment the corn on the milling plate is spread, and the other time it is harvested. When the bottom is rolled, quickly put it away with a broom, and then spread a bottom of corn kernels.

The whole process is crisp and fast, the little donkey does not stop, the grinding plate is not hollowed, and the cornmeal with good teeth is also collected in the dustpan.

She ...... He's dead. Grandma Pu said with a little choked up.

"Dead, starving?" asked Lamei, suspicious.

"If only he starved to death, his lifelong reputation would be ruined by the word 'hungry', but it would not be pitiful. Ahem, you are guilty of your own sin, and you can't live!"

"What's going on? Grandma Pu, tell me about it!"

"Ahem," Grandma Pu sighed again, and in a low voice told Lamei the story of the old lady with little feet:

Since the establishment of the canteen, Mrs. Li has been assigned to the grinding shed, and together with the other two old ladies, she wears a little donkey to roll the mill.

At the beginning, it was a big hoard to take grain, and after rolling it, it was handed over to the room, and it was never weighed.

After the grain was scarce, the team was afraid of the stealing of the mill, so they took the grain and weighed it, and the face was also weighed.

But every time there is one or two or two less.

As the saying goes, what you do is what you spoil. In the process of rolling, it is inevitable to burst and scatter, and get a little stain on the mill. The custodian didn't say anything.

Suddenly, one day it rose by two or three taels, and the storage felt strange: corn kernels could only be sprinkled out, and there was no reason to drop them in. Could it be that the white-haired grandmother took care of the grinding shed?

But it's not possible to just give two or three?

The next morning, the members of the club all responded to porridge and teeth, and some of them even ate small grains of sand at the bottom of the bowl. The custodian thought of the extra two taels of grits, and he understood seven or eight points in his heart.

As soon as he and the captain were combined, they made a surprise attack on the three old ladies who were grinders. As a result, a handful of cornmeal wrapped in a handkerchief was found in the pocket of Mrs. Leigh's coat.

It turned out that after Mrs. Li had a pot at home, she could make the raw ones mature, and every time she rolled them, she grabbed a handful and wrapped them in a handkerchief, and came back to make a bowl of porridge to eat.

In this way, every time the rolled cornmeal is handed over to the team, there will be two or three taels less. Although she didn't say it, she had a ghost in her heart and felt that her face was not good-looking.

As food became scarcer, her desires and hopes grew. On this day, she put a handful of handkerchiefs in it, and was afraid that she would be found when she passed the scales, so she took a handful of fine soil into it.

But she didn't know that the proportion of soil and cornmeal was different, and as a result, the cornmeal rose by three taels, and the porridge in the canteen became tooth porridge.