On this day, Yan Jiecheng had just returned from the training classroom.

After a morning of theoretical knowledge, I didn't care about drinking water.

This time, I shook the thermos, and there was a lot of water.

The plug was pulled, but there was no more heat.

I took the kettle to the boiler room to fetch water, this broken kettle is not very warm, and the water fetched by the apprentices in the morning will not be good.

Throw two red dates into the teapot and put a pinch of high foam.

That's it, it was still half a bag from Section Chief Li, and half of it was divided by Engineer Wang, so I was really reluctant to put more.

Section Chief Li said that his high foam is a mixture of broken foam from various high-grade tea leaves in proportion.

Yan Jiecheng knows that it's not the people of Sijiu City who love Kan, what is his favorite? I don't have any money to drink this.

In fact, it is the tea leaves that are sifted out when the tea shop sifts the tea.

This kind of scrap is a useless thing to discard elsewhere, but it is the best thing to dissipate water and air in these years.

In the final analysis, this high end is equivalent to the later tea bag.

Tea is used to earn foreign exchange, which is a luxury nowadays.

I don't have the money to buy it.

Yan Jiecheng just took a sip beautifully, and saw Xu Damao rushing in front of him like a hanged ghost, picking up his teapot and taking a sip.

"Rub, burn me, huh......"

"Hey, no, you're Gao Mo, okay, you really have a doorway. My old man made a few taels of high foam, and the baby was the same, and he was reluctant to give me a little. ”

As he spoke, Xu Damao smiled flatteringly and gave Yan Xie a gesture.

"Brother, you are my own brother, share my share."

Yan Jiecheng took out the half pack of Gao Mo from the drawer, found a newspaper, and poured half of it for Xu Damao, which was boxy and boxy, like a medicine bag.

Yan Jiecheng handed the tea to Xu Damao.

"Here, take it quickly, I feel distressed when I look at it."

Xu Damao smiled: "Open bright! Brother Ming settles accounts, how much money did you spend on this high foam, and my brother gave you double. ”

Yan Jiecheng pointed to the door of the office and said to Xu Damao.

"Roll ......"

"Aren't you a shabby?"

Xu Damao, the boss, heard this, his eyes were slightly red, and Nuo Nuo was speechless.

For Xu Damao, the world is bustling, all for profit; The soil in the world is all for profit.

In the past, intercourse with people was driven by interests.

Including the previous and Yan Jiecheng, it is also to see that Yan Jiecheng has become a climate.

One is to make a good relationship in advance, and the other is to have a helper to deal with the stupid pillar together.

Calling brothers and brothers, pushing cups and changing lamps, staggering, and happy enmity are all his social means for Xu Damao.

Xu Damao likes to flaunt his success with the awesomeness of his friends.

Xu Damao's friends often have a certain social status, not only does he have face, but they can indeed help to a certain extent.

However, no one in the courtyard wanted to have too much contact with him.

In the past, when others played with him, some people said: things gather by like, people by groups, what can you learn with Xu Damao?

Over time, he became accustomed to being alone, and gradually his mouth became more and more poisonous.

Only Yan Jiecheng ignored his so-called bad reputation and treated him sincerely.

Therefore, Xu Damao felt that Yan Xie had come true at this moment and did not treat him as an outsider.

The sincerity and enthusiasm of friendship saved a depraved soul in this moment.

The human heart is in danger, the Taoist heart is only slight, but the essence is the only one, and it is allowed to cling to it.

People's hearts are in danger, people's hearts are fickle, and everyone has many thoughts and ideas in their hearts.

Xu Damao put away the infinite chaos in his heart, and whispered to Yan Jiecheng: "Hey, I almost forgot about business when I was interrupted by you." I'm here to tell you that it's over. ”

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, he hurriedly pulled Xu Damao to a secluded place.

Whispered, "How?" ”

"Two hundred pounds of grain. Put it at my dad's house, and we'll transport it together in the evening. ”

Yan Jiecheng was very happy to hear that there were two hundred catties of bread.

However, he only talked about fine grains and meat, how did Xu Damao know that he wanted to pack grain?

Xu Damao noticed Yan Jiecheng's face and whispered: "Do you think that just the three masters of your family are human spirits, and this wind has been blowing for so long, can my old man not prepare?" ”

Well, compared to the Xu family, Yan Bugui is really insignificant.

"Hey, it's still your Uncle Xu's cow break, it's not okay if you don't accept it."

The two of them made an appointment and dispersed, after all, they were still at work.

This bag of grain, without food stamps, is just a little expensive, a dime a catty.

After all, there are only a dime a dozen ordinary white noodles on the market now, but everyone buys them according to the ration, and they don't buy more.

There are generally two ways of so-called rationing, one is the grain book, and the other is the food stamp.

Every household has a book of grain and oil.

At the same time, there are various daily living bills such as food stamps, oil stamps, coal stamps, bean stamps, cloth stamps, meat stamps, etc.

Generally, when purchasing grain, it is purchased on the basis of a ticket and a book.

The average monthly supply of grain and oil is oil, rice or white flour, and there are also the supply of coal, soybeans, cloth, pork and other major daily necessities, and a little meat and oil during the New Year's holidays.

The supply of food and oil varies slightly from household to household, depending on the industry, gender and age.

For example, Yan Bugui has a monthly supply of 15 catties of white noodles, while the three mothers only have 10 catties, and Yan Jiecheng now belongs to industrial workers, and he alone has 35 catties. The three little ones in the family are 5 pounds each.

From here, we can see the importance of Yan Jiecheng's work to his family.

Of course, the old Yan family will live a lot.

At noon, both of them ate in the canteen in their respective units.

The three mothers are eating Erhe noodles at home, which is not bad.

At night, the family can only drink corn paste. In the words of the three masters: It's not bad, it's best to drink mush at night, I'm hungry, and I'm not fat.

As for the white noodles, except for a small part left for Yan Xie to deal with emergencies, she can't be allowed to see the white noodles like before, and the others are basically quietly looking for someone to replace with coarse grains.

Therefore, on the basis of his own grain, Father Xu can give Yan Jiayun 200 catties is a real cow.

The road is really wild!

That night, Yan Jiecheng, Xu Damao, and Yan Bugui went to Xu Damao's parents' house in the evening.

After a while, he divided the two hundred catties of grain into four bags.

Xu Damao tied the two pockets together like a cloth tie and put them on the back seat of the bicycle.

The father and son of the Yan family carried fifty catties of bread and walked three kilometers.

As the saying goes, there is no light burden on the long road, and Yan Jiecheng can only say that the saying is true.

It took almost an hour to enter the courtyard in the dark, and Yan Bugui's small body was already tired.

You know, he's not even a forty-year-old.

Positive physical condition.

Xu Damao put down the bag and went to the backyard with the cart.

Yan Jiecheng took two sips of water and felt that he could do it again.

didn't care about Yan Bugui, who was still resting there, and hid the grain in the cellar alone.

came out and saw Yan Bugui lying there, crying out that his shoulders hurt and his back hurt.