Wang Guilan has his thoughts: the team has not seen Xing'er for more than two months, and everyone knows that there is wheat in the warehouse, and there are no people who complain about poor food, and there are even suspicions that they have been swallowed by the team cadres. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Let everyone sit down and eat a real meal, satisfy their hunger, and then announce the shrinkage of rations.

In this way, everyone knows where the wheat is going, and there is no doubt about it.

Three more dozen mouths were restored in the cafeteria. People lined up in a long queue, waiting to receive a bowl of fragrant green onion noodles.

People who have been hungry for a spring eat white noodles again, and their throats and eyes are like small hands, and as soon as the noodles are put in their mouths, they are dragged into their stomachs. A bowl of noodles can be eaten in three bites and five bites. Then line up to get the next bowl.

Wang Da Belly lined up three times, ate a bowl of noodles from the three seas, and was not full. Seeing that someone cast a disgusted look, I was embarrassed to queue up again. Sitting in the west wing, tapping the edge of the bowl with chopsticks and waiting.

He wanted to wait until everyone was full, and if there were leftovers, he would have two more bowls of noodles, and if there were no leftovers, he would drink two bowls of noodle soup. Anyway, I'm full today, and I have to fill my stomach for whatever I say.

He had a large amount of food, and the team took special care of him, and he was still allowed to serve rice in a sea bowl, one bowl at a time, and he could take four of the two small nests of others, which was twice as much as others.

He knew that this was the captain's special care for him, but this was really bad for a big belly that could hold one flat and two flat hook steamed buns.

In one spring, apart from beating the billet for ten days and beating for one day, and eating a full meal for eleven days, he did not spend a day of hunger. The big belly went down more than a third. The clothes of the past are too fat to wear.

In the end, Wang Da Belly did not wait for the noodles. Seeing that he was not full and had no noodles to order, Grandma Pu made him two bowls of gnocchi with the consent of the master. He took a big bite and drank two bowls of noodle soup before he felt a little full.

After eating the noodles, the captain announced a decision: "From now on, there will be three meals of cornmeal porridge a day in the canteen, one bowl per person." You can find wild vegetables or other food and take them to the room to steam. There is no way to do it.

"Everyone has seen the situation in the field, there is no snow and rain in winter and spring, and the wheat harvest is a foregone conclusion. The spring seedlings are also twisting the rope, and the autumn harvest is not yet visible. Let's go through the long flow and strive to see the grain every day. ”

But he still didn't dare to tell the truth: Curry only had more than 1,000 catties of corn left, and there were still more than six months until the autumn, and if the white-haired grandmother no longer helped, it would not be enough to eat porridge.

Although the members are not happy, everyone has heard about the situation of each team: some production teams have never steamed dry food in the spring, and some porridge is so thin that they can't hang up the bowl.

In comparison, there are dozens of teams in Quanwangdian Village with strong food. The Great Famine is coming, and Team 11 has a decent bowl of cornmeal porridge.

"The captain is wise!" someone cocked his thumb and said, "Let's reduce the food, let everyone eat a full noodle meal, this taste, listen to the 'cooing' stomach reminiscence!"

Just when the adults and children of the 11th team were satisfied and went back with their bulging bellies in both hands, Wang Guizhong, the captain of the 12th team, walked into the team site.

The 12th and 11th teams are neighbors, and the alleys are next to the alleys. The twelfth team also has the surname Wang, and the surname of the eleventh team is an ancestor two hundred and fifty years ago.

During the Spring Festival, they greeted each other, and the red and white events helped each other. Therefore, in addition to the different production teams, everyone also thinks that they are a big family.

Grandma Pu hurriedly greeted her: "It's Guizhong, have you eaten?"

Grandma Pu's husband is called Wang Tingpu, who is two generations older than Wang Guizhong, and Wang Guizhong should call grandma.

"Have you eaten?" This was originally a polite sentence, but in Wang Guizhong's ears, it was really like ten thousand steel needles, and it was uncomfortable.

"Grandma Pu, my grandson is messing with the pot!" Wang Guizhong said weakly, sitting on the doorstep outside the room.

Grandma Pu saw her eyebrows, so she had to shovel and shovel in the pot, scoop up the lumps sticking to the bottom of the pot, put a big bowl of it, pour the marinade and bring it to Wang Guizhong:

"Guizhong, you're a step late, the noodles are gone, and the pimple you just made for Wang's belly is gone. Give you a pimple at the bottom of the pot to pad your hunger! Grandma really can't come up with anything else. ”

Wang Guizhong had tears in his eyes, took it with both hands, and smiled bitterly at Grandma Pu: "Is Guilan there?"

"Yes, I'm in the north room with Zheng Jindong, I'll go and call him for you. ”

Wang Guizhong hurriedly waved his hand to stop it, ate the pimple at the bottom of the pot in the bowl in a few bites, wiped his mouth, handed the bowl to Grandma Pu, and squeezed out a light smile: "Thank you, grandma!" got up and moved to the north house.

Wang Guilan and Zheng Jindong were calculating the food, and when they saw Wang Guizhong standing against the door frame, they quipped: "Ho, what kind of wind blew you here?

Wang Guizhong didn't speak, took two steps ahead, "plopped", knelt down in front of the two people, and buried his head deep in the crook of his arm.

Wang Guilan was dumbfounded. Looking at Zheng Jindong again, he was also confused.

"What's wrong?" Wang Guilan came back to her senses and hurriedly pulled him, but she couldn't pull him up. couldn't help scolding: "You coward, what do you have to say, my life will be ruined by the day!"

Both of them are on the noble character, the same generation, the same age, the two are the same age, but Wang Guizhong's birthday is older, and usually Wang Guilan calls him brother.

The elder brother can't kneel for the younger brother, so Wang Guilan has the saying of folding his life.

Wang Guizhong didn't speak, just knelt on the ground, his buttocks pouted, and his head shrunk in the crook of his arm, like a big ostrich hiding his head in the sand.

"Are you talking?" Wang Guilan kicked him in the leg and kicked him into a big hole. Only then did I find out that his leg was swollen and dangling, giving people a feeling that it would break at the touch of a button.

Wang Guilan's heart trembled. In order to stabilize himself, he hurriedly took out his tobacco pouch, loaded a pot of dry tobacco leaves, lit it, and took a sharp puff. Squatting beside Wang Guizhong, his brows locked:

"You kneel like this, and make other people's hearts uncomfortable. Get up, if there is anything, just say, as long as I can do it, I will do my best!"

"I didn't ...... Not...... There is not a grain of food left...... Break...... It's broken!" Wang Guizhong finally opened his mouth, squeezed out a few words, and burst out a low cry from his throat: "Oh my God......"

Wang Guilan took a sharp puff of cigarette, held it for a while, and slowly spit it out, looking at Zheng Jindong with her eyes.

Zheng Jindong pondered the situation, and his face became tense. Staring at him intently. Everyone knows what it means to be interrupted when a production team has only one canteen. Normal people can be hungry for seven days, but at this time, the stomach that has long been short of oil and water is afraid that it will not last for three days.

"When did it break?" Wang Guilan took a puff of cigarette and asked Wang Guizhong in a low voice.

"Zuo...... Last night...... I didn't fire...... "Wang Guizhong's voice was so small that he could barely hear it.