There is also toothpaste and toothbrush, so give it to Liu Weimin, after all, these two pigs are raised by him, although the composition of the people is not good, but if you do a good job, you have to have a prize.

Fugui nodded, and when he was ready to wait for the grain to be distributed, he secretly stuffed the prize to Liu Weimin.

There were also towels and soap, the village chief decided to give them to the village doctor, this time the village had tuberculosis, the village doctor contributed and produced medicinal materials, and he didn't receive a penny, and he didn't want to give some prizes.

As for the basin, the village chief himself laughed at it, and the hardest person in the whole village was still the village chief.

Fugui, who was holding a teapot, was happy to not find the north, he had long envied the commune leader for holding a teapot, but the teapot was not something that could be bought with money, and industrial coupons were needed.

"Village chief, or we will divide the food tomorrow, and we will eat pig-killing vegetables the day after tomorrow." Fugui suggested.

"It's okay, anyway, it's going to be the New Year in a few days, so it's okay to divide it early, you go and prepare."

The villagers finally heard the news of the grain distribution, and everyone happily took the rice bags, baskets, and baskets that they had prepared a long time ago, and went to the granary early to line up.

The Lu family also went out together, and even the laziest eldest lang and eldest lady lined up early.

Looking at the villagers who received the food happily carrying it, picking and picking, Da Lang and Da Niang also opened their mouths.

"Lu Jialang, your big house has seventy-six cents and five cents this year, six cents and one pound of fine grain, and two cents and one pound of sweet potato sorghum, which one do you want to choose?" Fugui asked.

"What, how can we be this centimeter, you can't be mistaken." The eldest lady screamed.

Fugui took out the centimeter notebook, pointed to the numbers on it and said: "Have you yourself gone to work, have you been forced to count for a few days, and you still have the face to ask me." ”

Da Lang's face turned red, in previous years, when the family was not separated, the centimeters of the family were all together, so I couldn't see that the people in their big house were lazy, but now that they are separated, they will show their original shape.

"If you want food, if you don't want money, there is still a queue behind." Fugui got impatient.

"If you want coarse grains, replace them all with coarse grains, half of sweet potatoes and half of sorghum." Da Lang hurriedly said.

Fugui wrote a number and handed it to the man on the side: "Give him all the coarse grain." ”

More than 1,500 catties of coarse grain is enough for Dalang's family to eat for a year, but this year must be an extremely difficult year for Dalang and them.

"Lu Sanlang, your family has one hundred and eighty-two yuan this year, how do you choose?" Fugui's attitude towards Saburo is much better.

"Fugui, give me sixty yuan of fine grain, eighty yuan of coarse grain, and give me the rest." Saburo said with a smile.

Fugui wrote a number and handed it to the person on the side: "100 catties of fine grain, 1,600 catties of coarse grain, and the money will come to the village committee to receive it." ”

Lu Erlang's centimeter was about one hundred and twenty yuan, and he asked for thirty yuan of fine grain, seventy yuan of coarse grain, and more than twenty yuan.

Old man Lu's centimeter is a little less, after all, Grandma Lu never goes to the ground, but it is also about 100 yuan, and the old couple does not have a very big appetite, so they raise a Lu Xiaomei, and three sons have to hand over their pension money, so they asked for 20 yuan of fine grain and 50 yuan of coarse grain.

The Lu family has a board car, Erlang and Sanlang first transport the grain home for the old man Lu, and then carry their own grain, as for the coarse grain of the Dalang family, no one wants to take care of it.

Da Lang and Da Niang were so angry that their noses were crooked, Li Guo was useless, Li Minsheng was sick, and there was a Dani who came to collect debts.

After Sanniang sorted out the grain, she weighed out 20 catties of fine grain and 100 catties of coarse grain, plus 10 yuan and handed it to Mr. Lu, which was their pension money this year.

Erniang was a little reluctant, the more than 20 yuan she had just arrived, she had to remove half of it in a blink of an eye, she was distressed, and there were also fine grains, she only took 50 catties of fine grains in total, and she had to give 20 catties at once, which was too annoying.

Don't talk about the big house, the coarse grain is 100 catties, but the fine grain and money can only be owed, and strive to pay it off next year.

The next day, the whole village took the dishes and chopsticks to the grain field to eat the pig-killing vegetables, a pig went to the internal organs or something and there were about 100 catties left, the whole village 88 households, each family can spend eight cents to buy a pound of pork, and the rest is a pound of money.

Lu Sanlang bought a pound of pork for eight cents, and two pounds of pork for two yuan, which he wanted to send to Tiantian.

The village doctor and Tian Tian also brought bowls and chopsticks to eat pig-killing dishes, and their arrival made the villagers happy.

The village doctor looked at Fugui and said, "If there is more fine grain, give me all the more." ”

Fugui nodded with a smile: "Uncle Lin, I have already deducted five hundred catties for you, and I will send it to you when the time comes." ”

Lu Tiantian hurriedly took out three hundred yuan and handed it to Fugui, and cleverly stuffed Fugui with a big meat steamed bun: "Uncle Fugui, don't make a sound." ”

Fugui took the steamed bun that was still a little hot, and the corners of his mouth raised happily: "Girl, the wild vegetable dumplings you gave me last time are really delicious." ”

"Well, I'll make it for you if Uncle Fugui wants to eat it." Lu Tiantian said with a smile.

"Uncle Lin, Tiantian, you can take this piece of meat back." San Lang saw Tian Tian and hurriedly ran over and put the meat into Lu Tiantian's back basket.

"Cheng, you guys come over for dinner then." The village doctor was not polite.

Grandma Lu watched from afar, and there was a raging fire in her eyes, this son can't ask for it, such a precious pork actually gave this money-losing goods, what a white-eyed wolf.

If you don't tell San Lang, this Tian Tian is not his kind at all, but thinking of San Lang's temper, she still resisted the impulse.

"Little sister, go buy two catties of pork." Grandma Lu handed Lu Xiaomei an eight-cent piece.

Lu Xiaomei originally wanted to talk to Tian Tian, but she was sent by her own mother, so she could only buy meat first, and when she wanted to talk to Tian Tian, she couldn't find Tian Tian anymore.

Lu Tiantian and the village doctor began to work as soon as they got home, and it will be the Chinese New Year's Eve in two days, and this year is the first Chinese New Year's Eve that the village doctor and Tian Tian have spent together, so the meal must be hearty.

The two closed the door and began to play tricks: "Grandpa, this is a three-yellow chicken, let's make white chopped chicken to eat, this is a duck, let's make a cordyceps duck soup, there are fish outside in the snow, let's make a sweet and sour fish, and the meat will make grandma's braised pork." ”

The village doctor watched Lu Tiantian take out the same things, and listened to her sing the recipes, and there was a feeling flowing in his heart, that is, family affection.

"Girl, what is grandma's braised pork?"

The village doctor heard a new name and hurriedly asked.

"Grandma's braised pork is meat that can only be eaten when you go to grandma's house." Lu Tiantian explained.

The village doctor's heart was sour, and he asked carefully, "Does Tiantian miss her grandmother?" ”