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"Qingqing, I'm going to cook for two people tomorrow. It's our family's turn to send food. Hao Lanxin said to Tian Qingqing again.

Sending meals is when the team comes to eat at home. Because it was sent by the team, it was generally called "pie rice".

The working group is the staff of the people sent down from above, and according to the regulations, they are all sent to the people's homes for dinner. In this era, the production team did not have a canteen, and eating pie rice was a unique phenomenon in this era, and public officials came to the village, and the leaders of the production team sent the rice to the peasant households according to the "rotation system". During the meal, the peasant households went to the place where the working group was staying to collect the people. After the meal, the public officials pay the peasant family a certain amount of money and food stamps according to the prescribed standards.

Whoever is assigned to take care of the food is a political task, which must be completed unconditionally, whether you like it or not, you are not allowed to bargain, and the people who go there are poor middle peasants and middle peasants, if you are a landlord and rich peasant, it will not be such a good thing.

Since it is a turn to sit in the village, everyone is also at ease and has nothing to say. Besides, eating pie rice is definitely not for nothing. In particular, food stamps, although small in number, are also a rarity for rural people who do not have any outside income.

Tian Qingqing was looking forward to being sent food when he lived in the courtyard house in the spring for the sake of food stamps.

In fact, the working group in the village has never been interrupted.

When Hao Lanxin was in the old courtyard with the old man, she took care of the pie. But at that time, Tian Qingqing had not crossed over and had no impression. The money and food stamps given by the working group were also received by Tian Lu's family. Therefore, Hao Lanxin did not have any food stamps in his hand.

After the separation (to be exact, after being kicked out), they first lived in the courtyard house, and then outside the village, which could not be regarded as a home at all, and the production team leader could not let the team go to the courtyard house to eat.

After moving back. Six or seven people live in two simple side houses. When the working group came, there was no place to sit. In order to take care of them, and at the same time, to take care of the working group, the production team leader was not sent here.

This one comes. Tian Qingqing's food stamps are nowhere to go. Because during this period, when you buy some pasta snacks such as biscuits and snacks, you have to ask for food stamps.

Later, grandma Hao Xu gave five catties, and Tian Qingqing bought snacks for Tian Miaomiao and Tian Youqiu's little brothers in different ways. The five catties of food stamps were used up in a short time.

Tian Qingqing, who bought it easily, looked at the biscuits, snacks and chicken cakes on the counter, and was so anxious. At that time, Tian Miaomiao had just been weaned and had to eat it every day. When Tian Youchun polishes (naughty, disobedient), he also has to use snacks to coax. Tian Qingqing really wants to buy some back.

However, people who do not have food stamps do not sell them.

In a hurry. Tian Qingqing thought of the grain station next to the flour mill -- where the non-agricultural population bought rice and noodles every day with the "grain book for urban residents."

"Urban residents can buy ready-made rice and noodles when they buy grain." Food stamps can also be withdrawn. When Tian Qingqing was sweeping the noodle bag on the side, he often heard some people complaining that the fine grain was too little, and a person was less than ten catties a month, and he couldn't scratch it.

That's right, they are less than ten pounds a month. I can sweep a dozen pounds at a time. Why don't I exchange my flour for their food stamps?! One pound for one pound, both sides implement benefits!

So, Tian Qingqing carried the flour she had just swept and came to the gate of the grain station, and said to a neatly dressed middle-aged woman who looked like a city person who was queuing up to sell grain there: "Auntie, do you want flour?" I just got it from the flour mill and it's clean. A pound of food stamps gives you a pound of flour. ”

The woman's eyes lit up. Called Tian Qingqing aside, untied his pocket and looked at it, and asked, "Where is your adult?" ”

Tian Qingqing shook his head: "The adults didn't come, I wanted to sell it to you." ”

The woman said, "How many pounds are you?" ”

Tian Qingqing: "I don't know, let's go to the flour mill and ask my aunt to pump it." ”

The woman blinked and said, "What are you doing at the flour mill?" Weigh at the grain station where you get your grain. No, you have it. It's close here. So saying, he took his noodle bag and went into the food collection place.

"Ten pounds and eight taels. I'll give you ten pounds of food stamps. You are shaking the dough bag, and you don't know if it's clean or not, I admit it. The middle-aged woman said with a look of self-recognition that she had suffered a loss and was unlucky.

Tian Qingqing thought to herself: Ten catties is ten catties, isn't it just eight taels. It's worth it just because of this. So, he nodded.

Who knows, the middle-aged woman poured flour into her noodle pocket, handed Tian Qingqing ten catties of food stamps, turned around and left.

"Auntie, you haven't paid yet?" Tian Qingqing hurriedly shouted.

"Money? What money? Didn't you say a pound of food stamps and a pound of flour? The woman said, glaring. But Tian Qingqing could see a trace of shame floating on her face.

Tian Qingqing: "Yes, I mean a pound of grain stamps will give you a pound of flour." You have to buy it at the grain station, and a pound of food stamps will give you three or two sides. Am I not right? Where do you buy it, and you can't pay for it? Cornmeal is still a dime a penny. ”

The two of them answered one-on-one, and immediately surrounded three or four people who bought food. One of the middle-aged men said: "Don't look at such a villain, the inquiry is quite detailed, and you know what grain and what price." ”

Another person said: "He is still very articulate, and a smart child like this can't fool around." ”

The middle-aged man who spoke first said to the middle-aged woman, "You are lucky enough to buy a pound of flour for a pound of food stamps." Be content, it's not easy for children. Although she didn't ask her to give money directly, it was already clear in her words.

The middle-aged woman blushed and said, "Her flour is shaken from the dough bag, and I don't know if I can eat it?" I exchanged a pound of food stamps for her a pound, which is already out of the way. Give her more money, why don't I buy good noodles?! ”

Tian Qingqing saw that she said this, and she didn't want to entangle with her, so she said, "Auntie, I told you at the beginning that the flour was shaken by shaking the dough bag. I am willing to sell, you are willing to buy, and buying and selling is a sale. Since you are not at ease with this flour, you can take your food stamps, and you give me my flour, and we will pull them down. Don't let this little thing attract people to come and see the excitement, okay?! ”

An old lady who was a little older saw that Tian Qingqing was so reasonable, so she said to the middle-aged woman: "Don't you have to take money for everything you buy with food stamps?" Since you are willing to buy more flour, you can talk about the rest. He said to Tian Qingqing again: "Ten catties of flour are four cents and seven, let her give you a piece of four, how about it?" ”

Tian Qingqing nodded and said, "As long as the words are clear, I don't care about that star." ”

The crowd let out a roar of admiration when neutral:

"Hey, this little girl, you're really in a hurry."

"It's not at all like what such a kid says......"

"That's seven or eight years old, and other children are still breastfeeding children!"

"Whose child dares to speak so much?"

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Amid the chatter, the woman threw down a four-cent piece and rushed away with a noodle bag.

Tian Qingqing looked at the woman's distant back, not knowing whether she was happy or worried. But since then, she has never exchanged flour for food stamps.

Later, the ten catties of food stamps ran out, and she wanted to exchange the raw grain for food stamps. As soon as I inquired, I also got the brigade headquarters to issue a letter of certification. And only when you go far away, you can only open it. This is not something she can do at a young age, and she has no choice but to give up if she asks her father to drive it.

Tian Qingqing doesn't have any food stamps in his hand now, and when he heard that he will be in charge of the working group's meal tomorrow, and there are still two people. This will mean that two catties of food stamps will be in hand, and Tian Qingqing is very happy.

It turned out that the production team leader saw that Tian Dalin had moved into a spacious and bright house, and if he didn't send food, it was time for the members to bite.

Tong guò warm pot, the captain also saw the living standard of the family, and caught up with Tian Lu's just managed (the rice pie is according to the location of residence, one household after another, can not jump. Otherwise, jump over the joy and the next household will have an opinion. Naturally, the next household should be Tian Dalin.

"Mom, what are we going to eat when the working group is here?" Tian Qingqing asked happily.

The usual meals are arranged by her, and she changes the tricks to make them for the family. Now that there are outsiders, and the working group is eating 100 family meals, she wants to ask her mother's opinion, so that she can manage the rice pie more completely.

Hao Lanxin: "Our last family is your grandmother. I asked her, and her family eats cornmeal and sweet potato porridge in the morning, accompanied by old pickles; hot noodles at noon; In the evening, millet porridge was fried on a plate of cabbage. Dry food is net cornmeal nest head. ”

Tian Qingqing: "Three meals a day are all nests? ”

Hao Lanxin: "It's like this in every family. No matter how poor the family is, they have to steam the cornmeal and dry food. Either steam the nest head or paste the cake. Some people only eat clean noodles for the working group, and their own families eat wild vegetables on the side. I can't afford to eat. Even the porridge and white porridge are like this, and a few bowls are served to the working group, and then the grate vegetables are poured on them, and they are boiled and eaten by the whole family. ”

Tian Qingqing: "Every family is like this? ”

Hao Lanxin: "No. Speaking of which, the working group is also pitiful. Although it is a hundred family meals, it is the same meal. Because people are asking each other about cooking. What you do at home, you do at home, and the meals are exactly the same. Sometimes, ten days and a half months do not change. ”

Tian Qingqing: "Don't you get tired of eating crooked?" ”

Hao Lanxin: "What's the solution?" What people do, what they eat, and they can't pick their meals. Besides, every family is the food distributed by the team, and they are not rich, and they can't do other tricks. ”

Tian Qingqing: "Mom, let's eat steamed buns." Let's eat steamed buns three times a day, we can't just give other steamers to the head of the house, right?! ”

Hao Lanxin: "That's right. However, the next one will have to pick our own reason. At this time, there is not much wheat in every house, and it is impossible for anyone to be willing to steam steamed buns. ”

Tian Qingqing: "What should I do?" I'm going to make dumplings at noon! ”

Hao Lanxin: "The dumplings have changed a lot!" There is not always anyone in a village who cooks such food. (To be continued) RP