Since the beginning of February, Wang Manyin can clearly feel that the situation in the Shibijie Commune has become different, and even the village meetings have increased.

In the words of Director Zhao, it is a great thing.

This made him even more determined that he had nothing to do in the village and not to go out for a wandering.

He originally wanted to take some time to go to Mijia Town, but now he planned to wait for a while and see how it went.

Actually, it's nothing...... Wang Manyin had expected this day and had been preparing for it.

When he was fine, he counted what he had at hand.

Last year, I sold fish three times, and I earned about 500 yuan, plus some tickets.

I got married and made doors and windows, which cost almost 200 yuan (the bride price was returned by my father-in-law). In addition, there are grains, oils, tickets, etc., which I usually buy, as well as the sewing ticket I got from the black market after the year, and I went out for another 200 yuan.

After calculating, there are still more than 200 yuan and dozens of catties of food stamps in hand.

The reason why there will be dozens of discrepancies in the account is because of the retention of the sales point.

Although the consumption power of farmers in this era was extremely low, there were nearly 2,000 people in three villages, and Wang Manyin's consignment point was a unique business, so it was naturally not bad.

It has been almost four months since it opened, with sales of nearly 700 yuan and a commission of more than 30 yuan.

Of course, the business outside the year is better in the main year, and the daily turnover basically fluctuates around five yuan, and the number of times it goes up to ten yuan is very rare.

In addition, the main high-quality customers of the consignment point are more than 30 educated youths who have gone to the countryside to join the queue.

They often receive money from their families, and they are naturally willing to spend it. Especially a few male intellectuals, since they learned to smoke, they always have to buy a pack every three or five days.

Some people still think that the spring ploughing cigarettes are not energetic to smoke, so they specially asked Wang Manyin to bring more high-grade Pegasus cigarettes.

In addition to opening a sales point to retain, there is also selling eggs.

When Orchid was not at home, Wang Manyin often secretly took eggs from the space and put them in the wattle basket to make up the numbers.

There are not many at a time, only a dozen or so, just write them down.

Because there are two people who manage the consignment point, there is no way for Orchid to accurately count the number of eggs. Just selling these eggs in the space can earn ten yuan a month.

Calculated piecemeal, his monthly income steadily exceeded 20 yuan.

For Wang Manyan, there is space for all kinds of materials to support the bottom, but in fact, the daily expenses are enough.

It is said that in the past few days, the two-point rice planted in the space has finally matured.

Because he was busy working on the production team during the day, he had no time at all, so he had to take advantage of the time to go to the supply and marketing cooperatives to transport goods, and take time to enter the space to harvest and dry the rice.

It was rare that there was no meeting in the village tonight, so Wang Manyin found a reason to leave home and told Orchid to go to the wheat straw stack behind the village to see if he could catch a few more sparrows and come back to make a tooth sacrifice.

Walking some distance along the dirt road, he took advantage of the cover of night and quietly entered the space.

The ears of rice harvested a few days ago have been dried, Wang Manyin pinched a few grains and put them in his mouth and took a bite, clicking, with the unique fragrance of rice.

The rice in the two fields was harvested in two baskets full of grains, almost nearly 200 catties.

As long as the chaff is removed, you can eat white flowers. According to the calculation of six taels of rice per catty, it is enough for his family to eat for several months.

The remaining bran can also be used to feed the pigs.

The key is that you don't have the tools at hand...... But this is not difficult for Wang Manyin. As long as you are willing to use your brains, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

I didn't have any tools to make vermicelli before, but I didn't let him make it in the end.

It's nothing more than a rice slap, and if there is no stone mortar, it will be replaced by other means.

After a little thought, Wang Manyin decided to dig a deep pit in the loess according to local conditions, and place the wattle basket in it...... Then find the stick that crushed the sweet potato last time, and a simple rice-licking device is completed.

Compared with the stone mortar, this efficiency is naturally not high.

But Wang Manyin was willing to exert his strength, squatting in front of the thorn basket without raising his head, and the wooden stick wheel was fast, and he beat hard.

In just half an hour, more than ten catties of rice were scooped out.

When you give it to the orchid next time, you can just say that you can buy it on the black market.

The Loess Plateau gives most people the impression of drought and little rainfall, in fact, there has always been a habit of growing rice in history.

In particular, some Sichuan areas on both sides of the Wuding River have abundant water resources, and there are records of large-scale rice cultivation as early as the Song Dynasty, and even a special institution for rice planting and land reclamation has been set up for this purpose.

Although there is no village growing rice in the commune, in the early years there were people who drove donkey carts to exchange rice, so the locals occasionally ate it.

After scooping more than ten catties of rice, Wang Manyin was dirty. He took off his clothes and took a bath in the pond, then took some more grain seeds and set aside an area for the second crop of seedlings.

At this rate, at least three crops can be planted in a year, which is equivalent to the southern tropics.

In addition to rice, crops such as wheat, peanuts, and rapeseed planted in the space are also growing well. It is estimated that in more than a month, it will be time to mature.

Therefore, Wang Manyin is not worried about this year's grain and oil, and can be completely self-sufficient.

There are also piglets bought a year ago, which have grown to seventy or eighty pounds.

In two more months, you can also kill...... The temperature of the space is high, and there is no way to store it, so Wang Manyin plans to try to make bacon and save it later.

Every once in a while, I brought a piece to my house, for the same reason - I bought it from the bazaar.

In addition, rock pigeons, pheasants, hares, etc., have also begun to grow...... In particular, there are almost 30 native chicken seedlings, which have grown to weigh half a catty.

In short, the days are getting better and better.

I went to the production team to grind foreign workers during the day, and slept with my mother-in-law and aunt in my arms at night, which is actually quite beautiful.

Letting the wind and rain blow outside, I am at ease.

Thinking in his heart, seeing that the time was almost up, Wang Manyin flashed out of the space.

He had just walked back a few hundred meters when he suddenly heard a muffled voice coming from the dark cliffside next to him.

It looks like someone is crying...... I don't really come across anything.

In this dark sky, there is not even a moon at night, who would cry outside the village in a normal person?

A few years ago, when he came back from Shuangshui Village, he was shocked when he ran into a weasel caught by the villagers when he passed by the old tomb.

But since then, Wang Manyin has walked a few times at night, but he is much bolder.

So he didn't make a sound, and quietly touched the opposite cliff.

After walking dozens of meters, his voice became clearer: "Dad...... You died early and enjoyed the blessings, leaving our family to suffer...... In the village, our family is inferior. I don't dare to say anything, anyone can criticize ...... The food at home is about to run out, and the babies are screaming hungry on the kang, I, who is a father, have no ability, so it is better to die......"

Hearing the familiar voice on the other side, Wang Manyin's face was extremely complicated.

The other party is Wang Mingqiang from Jar Village, who should be called uncle according to his generation, and his family lives in the last two holes of the village.

Usually, the sense of existence of the family is very weak, and except for the meeting, it almost never appears in front of people. When working, Wang Mingqiang is always honest, even if others sit with their heads down, smoke, chat, and lazy, he doesn't dare to lean to the side.

Even so, they are always found to be faulty.

Sometimes, Wang Manyin is very grateful to his predecessor's grandfather for losing his family, and he smoked a lot of cigarettes and completely smoked out the family business.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm not much better than Wang Ming now.

The other party has three children, the eldest of whom is only twelve.

There is a shortage of labor at home, and no matter how good Wang Mingqiang's work performance is, he can only be the same as Wang Manyin, getting the lowest third-class work.

Listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that the family has been cut off.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Manyin dodged into the space.

When he returned, he had a broken crockpot in his hand. This kind of crockpot is everywhere in the village, and it is not afraid of being recognized.

Before, he had a lot of sorghum noodles, and he prepared some for emergencies, which he could give to Wang Mingqiang.

Of course, Wang Manyin will not be stupid enough to show up directly.

He quietly left the broken crockpot on the side of the road, then stepped back, hid in the dark, and picked up a piece of dirt and threw it.

"Who?" Wang Mingqiang was startled and hurriedly turned his head to look.

"There's a crockpot behind you, and there's some sorghum flour in it, take it home quickly......" Wang Manyin replied in a hoarse voice, holding his throat.

The last time Zhao Jianhai was beaten with a stick, he was shouted to open the door by a dumb voice.

Wang Manyin tried it secretly, and his voice did change a lot, and he couldn't hear who it was at all.