Yu Wei also knows a little about the things of this era, and he doesn't have a deep understanding, thinking that there should still be some areas that have not been implemented in the big package.

When it was almost noon, Huang Guihua and Zhou Changli came back, they were pushing the cart, they thought they could share a lot of food, after all, it had been a hard year, so they lived on this ration.

But only brought back three bags of grain, the mother and daughter entered the door dejectedly, Zhou Changfen was excited to help carry the grain, but he was also stunned when he saw that there were only three bags of grain.

"Mother, why are there only three bags?"

"The team said that this year's production will be reduced, and in addition to the tax and grain for the public society, we don't have much left in the team, and there are only three bags in our hands."

Zhou Changfen looked at the three bags of grain, and didn't know what to say for a while.

With so many people in their family eating, these two bags of grain will not last until next year's wheat harvest.

Yu Wei looked at the sad appearance of the family, and at this time he really felt the poverty and backwardness of this era.

It is no wonder that later began reform and opening up, and the land was divided into households.

In such a collective farming and grain harvesting, people's labor enthusiasm is not high, and the crop harvest is naturally not good.

The whole family was expecting a good meal after distributing the grain, but now after seeing these three bags of grain, they dare not speak.

This bit of grain, even if you count the grains and eat them, you can't eat the next harvest season.

Yu Wei sat in the south house, looking at the food stamps in his hand and dozens of yuan, thinking to himself, Wang Haishun is a worker in the meat factory, and he shares the money and food stamps, in addition to his own food, there is also a surplus, and the living conditions are much better than those of the Zhuang family.

The Zhou family worked hard all year round to farm the land, but in the end they didn't get much share.

Just when the family was worried, Yu Wei listened to a high-voiced woman's voice outside.

"Osmanthus, have you divided the grain? My mother asked me to come and bring her share back, and Da Zhuang came with me, and you just happened to send it. ”

Yu Wei looked towards the door, and a woman in her fifties walked in with a tall young man.

When Huang Guihua saw them, her face darkened even more.

The woman saw the three generations of grain on the platoon cart, and gave the young man next to her a look, and then the young man directly carried a bag of grain and threw it on his shoulder, and was about to walk out with his feet.

Zhou Changli was the first to react and blocked the way.

"Cousin, this is our family's rations, we don't have enough to eat ourselves, you took it, do you want us to starve to death?"

The high-voiced woman glanced at Zhou Changli with a sneer.

"This is food for your grandparents, why, if you don't give food, will you let your grandparents starve to death?"

Zhou Changli is shrewd, usually the eldest sister in the family is spicy, and when there is something, the eldest sister is on it.

But the eldest sister is not here, the second sister has a good temper, and the younger sister is young, and she has done this wicked person.

"Auntie, you also know that this year's harvest is not good, so many people in our family only get three bags, and you have to take away one bag without asking, who knows whether it is for grandparents to eat, or into your own stomach!"

Every year they have to take away a lot of food, and my father is honest, and my mother doesn't dare to squeak, so she can only tighten her belt to live.

But this year's food is not enough to eat, and they are still like this, and Zhou Changli can't stand it.