Chapter Ninety-One: Borrowing Grain

Aunt Zhang: "During the autumn harvest, most of the labor eats more, and the strong laborers eat more, and the family has more than a dozen mouths up and down, and this meal has to eat a lot of food, no matter who prepares more food, it is not wrong for the old intellectuals to advance a little, and you new intellectuals don't seem to give advances at all, but if the aunt says that Han Zhiqing is a good person, if the food is not enough, tell the aunt, our family can also squeeze out some for you." ”

Han Li: "Then I'll thank Aunt Zhang first, and I'll definitely talk to you when I don't have enough food." ”

"That's right, then I'll go to the granary."

"It's okay to go back now, I'll go over with Aunt Zhang to have a look."

By the time we arrived at the granary, many villagers had already arrived with bags.

It didn't take long for the Big Three of Shanghe Village to come, and even the scorekeeper followed with a notebook.

When they saw that Han Li was actually there, their brows furrowed, thinking to themselves if this person would give food in advance?

If you give it, it's a bit of a bad rule, if you don't give it, your face will be too ugly, Village Chief Zhao looked at Han Li and asked.

"Han Zhiqing, do you also want to advance food?"

"I still have enough food to eat, and I don't need to advance food for the time being, even if I go home, it's fine, so I'll come over and have a look."

Village Chief Zhao and the others nodded, just as they were about to say something.

I saw that many educated youths also rushed over with bags, and it seemed that they had received the news that the villagers had borrowed grain today.

It would be easier to borrow food with the villagers, as if it was too much trouble for them to borrow food alone.

The village chief, the captain, the accountant, the scorekeeper, and the custodian could not borrow any food.

Seeing this, Village Chief Zhao was on the side, snorting his cigarette pouch and not speaking, and the captain looked unhappy.

He lowered his head and talked to Accountant Zhang and the custodian, but the scene was quite noisy, and no one could hear what they were talking about.

Captain Liang: "The villagers lined up and stepped forward one by one to borrow grain, and the qualified educated youths lined up behind the villagers. ”

At this time, there was a new intellectual, who may not have figured out that he was not qualified to borrow food this year, so he stood up and said after hearing it.

"Captain, don't you look down on people? Why did we let the young people line up behind the villagers, and there were several families who came later than us. ”

Captain Liang: "Why? How much effort did the villagers make with this food? How much effort have you put in, don't you have points in your heart? ,Instead of having an opinion now, it's better to do it well next year.,By the way, I remember that Ling was the latest batch of educated youth.,What are you doing with a cloth bag? ”

"Borrow grain, my grain has bottomed out."

"Were you asleep when I spoke? Sun Yong, you, the captain of the educated youth, give him a good rule. ”

The villagers are all proud at the moment, but the educated youth are a little unsightly, especially the newcomers.

Sun Yong stepped forward at this time and grabbed the stunned young man, and said with a smile to Captain Liang first.

"What the captain said makes sense, I'll tell him the rules of the team."

Sun Yong pulled the stunned young man to the side to speak, and then he left here in a huff.

However, when he left, his face was full of hatred, and although he only had time to turn around, he was still seen by many people.

Han Li watched from the side for a while and realized that the villagers could pick whatever the grain they had advanced.

The old intellectuals are now eligible to advance grain, but the only grain they can advance is sorghum and buckwheat.

There was obviously corn ballast in the granary, but Accountant Zhang just wouldn't change it for them.

And this kind of sorghum Han Li has heard the villagers complain more than once, that is, the famous "Jinza No. 5".

Jinza No. 5 is the sorghum that was uniformly required to be planted here in 71, and at that time it took two and a half catties of sorghum to exchange for one catty of seeds.

In such an expensive seed village, they were very careful when they were served, ploughing, weeding, and fertilizing all came to Jinza No. 5 first.

But it's wrong to grow and grow, because Jinza No. 5 began to spit ears in less than a meter.

Just when everyone was a little confused, they found that the sorghum ears of Jinza No. 5 were particularly large.

The round coo is straight and straight like an upside-down oil bottle in the middle of winter, and everyone thinks that even if they rush this sorghum ear, its yield will not be low.

The key is that after it is finished, there is always a smell of sake lees in the land of Jinza No. 5, which makes the drunkards in the village swallow and spit.

Usually rush to work in the Jinza No. 5 field, and everyone has been looking forward to the situation after the harvest of Jinza No. 5.

When it was time to survive the autumn harvest, everyone harvested Jinza No. 5 back.

The team carried out simple crushing and threshing and distributed it to the villagers, but when this sorghum reached everyone's hands, it felt wrong.

Because the sorghum planted in previous years was milled on the mill for more than a dozen turns, the sorghum rice was milled, but the shell of Jinza No. 5 could not be wholeed, and it was directly broken after changing to a large mill or grinding for a long time.

Everyone had no choice at this time, so they took Jinza No. 5 to the commune to remove the shell with an "electric mill".

The money has also been spent, and the work has been delayed, but the shell of this Jinza No. 5 is not clean.

When you go home, you can't rinse it with water, and you can't cook it in a pot, so you can only eat it with a black shell.

This Jinza No. 5 uses firewood when cooking, and it wastes more time when cooking it.

The most popular thing is that the rice made by "Jinza No. 5" is unpalatable, and the porridge and water pull bar are not sticky.

Dry rice, slag and sand can't chew the taste of rice, when eating, it's the same as eating melon seeds, everyone is spitting out the skin while eating.

At the end of the meal, the table was covered with a black layer of sorghum husks.

There are also people who have fine accounts and finally summed up, in previous years, sorghum could produce nine taels of rice per catty, and Jinza No. 5 could only grind out seven taels.

That year, the old and young masters in the village scolded the street a lot, in short, there were all kinds of ugly words, and finally it became a smooth sentence.

"Jin miscellaneous five, Jin miscellaneous five, two catties are not enough, unpalatable and difficult to cook."

Since that year, no villager has changed the Jinza No. 5 in the granary.

Of course, this may also be a way for Accountant Zhang to remove inventory, otherwise it would not be a problem to keep it in the granary.

However, if the old intellectuals want to drink the big rice porridge, they can only wait for the autumn harvest, or they will pay for it and buy it themselves.

This kind of food distribution is to see a freshness, and Han Li went home when he saw half of it.

Light the lamp, light the fire, eat, read a book, and continue to ponder the treatment of the statue after going to the kang.

When the years were quiet on Han Li's side, there were moths on the side of the Educated Youth Academy.

This time, it was the last two groups of educated youths who were provoked, because their food was simply not enough to eat.

The brigade still doesn't let them advance food, and those who have money are better to say, the point is that most of them don't have money.

They avoided the old intellectuals, as well as Zhang San, who likes to make small reports, and Qi Zhaodi, who has been following He Mi and them.

The rest gathered in the backyard for a small meeting, and the two groups of male and female intellectuals were almost all there.