The great famine is still going on, and there are still dead people everywhere, although the members of Team 11 are also half empty, because there is a bowl of mixed meat vegetables and a meal of cornmeal porridge every day, the nutrition is not very lacking, and there is no starvation to death.

The eleventh team has become a blessed land in people's minds, and there are many relatives from each family, the purpose is to fight tooth sacrifices and eat meat and vegetables.

Since the mixed meat dishes were distributed at dinner, every evening, the outside of the eleventh team site would be crowded with children and elderly people from other teams, and people would carry a small bowl in their arms, and at every opportunity, they would break into the kitchen and pray for Wang Mantou to give alms.

People know that this is given by the white-haired grandmother, it is the food of the gods, and eating it can contaminate the spirit, so it is reasonable to ask for it.

Wang Mantou is a soft-hearted man, looking at the skinny and windy comer who can be blown down by a gust of wind, and when the members or cadres of the team are not there, he secretly scoops half a spoon or picks two slices of fat. Although it was more pitiful than the one who sent the meal, it was exchanged for a thousand thanks from the other party.

In order to ensure that the members of the team did not leak, Zhu Yijiao had to add more spoonfuls of boiled water to the mixed meat dishes.

There is no way, the monks have more meat and less meat, and if they give alms, they can't share it.

People know that there is a tablet of the white-haired grandmother in the plum house, and it is rumored that the most effective in the plum house, more and more people come to the plum house to burn incense and kowtow to the white-haired grandmother.

Not only the middle-aged women and old ladies from the team, but also the middle-aged women and old ladies from the outer team, the small east ear house was packed, and there were people waiting in the courtyard.

For the sake of the "white-haired grandmother", the captain Wang Guilan is not easy to say. After all, people are worshipping gods, and it is a bit unreasonable to use the power of the captain, and more importantly, he is also afraid of offending the white-haired grandmother.

Lamei has a number in her heart: after the famine year, it is a sport, placing a tablet to worship the gods belongs to feudal superstition, and burning incense and kowtowing are the four olds, all of which are the objects of criticism. Lamei is not afraid, a "stupid" word is blocked. I'm afraid that captain Wang Guilan will be affected.

What's more, this "white-haired old grandmother" is made up by herself, and there is no need to worship it at all. But it doesn't work to refuse, many of my own practices are too mysterious, and I still need a "white-haired grandmother" to block it.

In order to minimize the impact, Lamei said: "The white-haired grandmother doesn't want people to spend time and money burning incense and kowtowing to her, if she has any wishes, just talk about it in her heart, she will know." ”

Since then, she has locked her door and latched the door of the house, leaving no chance for people to burn incense and kowtow.

The incense burning wind was stopped, but people pinned their hopes on Lamei, and when they met, they all instructed: "Lamei, say hello to the white-haired grandmother for me, and bless my family more." ”

Lamei had no choice but to agree "mmmm", and said in her heart: The white-haired grandmother I said is hypothetical, and it is difficult for me to see the real white-haired grandmother, where can I give you a message!

Some of the old ladies on the team were realistic, and when they saw Lamei's face, they held hands and said, "Good girl, you let the white-haired grandmother also give me two bowls of mixed meat dishes, the family can't stand it." He wiped away tears as he spoke.

Lamei felt pity for her, but she didn't know where her house was, and she couldn't ask openly, so she gave her a strip of cloth and instructed: "When the door closes at night, tie this strip of cloth to the door buckle and hang it, and when the white-haired grandmother sees it, she will send it to you!"

In the dead of night, let Rhubarb go to find the cloth first, and then she entered the house through the wall in the space passage, leaving the family with a bag of mixed meat vegetables, or a bag of smoked pig's feet or something, and put a few steamed buns.

That's all, there is no more plum. Fortunately, in the past and modern times, eating and drinking were prevalent in this period, as long as Lamei was diligent and went to more restaurants, it was not difficult to collect leftover meat and dry food.

There is no such thing as an impermeable wall. The old lady succeeded in asking for meat and vegetables for Lamei, and it soon spread in the village. Other old ladies also tried their best to follow suit, chasing after Lamei for meat dishes.

Lamei also saw that people were really uncomfortable when they were hungry, so they responded to their requests. Sometimes a large handful of strips of cloth are distributed a day, and one person and one dog toss for a night before all the promised households can be delivered.

"This won't work!" Rhubarb looked at Lamei's tired little body and said with concern: "Your village is so big, and there are more and more people asking for you, even if you don't sleep all night, you can't get through." If you are tired and sick again, your family, and the people on the eleventh team, you can't take care of it, isn't it even worse!"

Lamei's frown twisted into a pimple: "However, people are starving, I can do it without doing it, and I can't get over it from my conscience!"

Rhubarb: "Don't forget, you're also mortal. If it goes on like this, sooner or later it will be unbearable. ”

Lamei: "What then?"

Rhubarb: "It's drizzling. ”

Lamei: "Drizzle?"

Rhubarb: "I don't think it's as good as this: you spend money to buy more corn, secretly scatter it in one place, and say to the person who asks for meat and vegetables, the white-haired grandmother has no meat and vegetables, and there are corn kernels in such and such a place, you can go and pick it up, roll it and cook porridge to eat." In this way, although they take a little effort, they can take care of more people, and you can save a little more. ”

Lamei: "You mean, scatter the corn on the ground and let people pick it up one by one?"

Rhubarb glanced at her: "No, you put it in half a pocket there, let people take it by themselves, and don't start a fight!"

Lamei thought about it: "Well, that's a method. It's just that I can't bear to scatter good corn on the ground. ”

Rhubarb: "No way. Now there is a drought, there is no work on the team, so let people pick it up. The slower you pick up, the more people you pick up, and the wider the scope of care, no better than giving one or two households!"

Lamei also felt that she really couldn't cover the sky with her big hands, and then insisted on collecting it during the day and sending it to the house at night, turning day and night, and she had to exhaust herself! Seeing that what Rhubarb said was reasonable, she did what she planned.

Of the thirteen production teams in Wangdian Village, except for the eleventh team, the other teams all had people who asked Lamei for help. Lamei had no choice but to sprinkle half a bag of corn kernels in the yard of each team and instructed the people who asked for meat and vegetables to pick them up. And let him send a letter to his neighbors, and whoever wants to go can go.

As soon as the news spread, people flocked to the yard, squatting on the ground and desperately picking it up.

There are also greedy people who draw a large circle on the ground with the handle of a broom and take it for themselves. Then use a broom to sweep the corn kernels together, and carry the corn into a pocket with the soil, which is much faster.

And the position is still permanent, as long as you draw a circle, it will belong to yourself, and you will not let others go further.

One person starts the way, everyone follows suit, you occupy a piece, he occupies a piece, and a few people divide the yard. If you come late, you will be honest, and there will be no venue, and you won't be able to pick up a single grain.

In the year of the Great Famine, food was life, and whoever had it could not starve to death. You have more and I have less, I am not convinced, and quarrels and fights occur from time to time.