Chapter 6: Mama's Boy

Seeing her worried look, Feng Mian said nothing and just lowered his head to warm himself by the fire.

In Zhang's eyes, she looked stubborn and was determined to marry a man to inherit her three thatched houses.

Zhang was worried, and after a long time, she sighed helplessly. "Okay, I can't control you anymore."

She stood up and said, "I'll leave now. You should go to bed early. Tomorrow our team will calculate the work points. Remember to line up early."

"Oh, I see. Thank you, grandma."

Feng Mian thought she had given up the idea of ​​arranging a marriage for her, so he said he couldn't do anything about it.

What she didn't know was that Zhang had kept this in mind and planned to ask the matchmaker if there were any young men raised by stepmothers around.

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Feng Mian was used to going to bed late and getting up late. She would check her phone and watch TV shows at night, which made her feel itchy.

But these things cannot be bought just like that. If you buy too much, you will have no place to put them and you won’t be able to wear your beautiful skirt out.

She could only force herself not to look, or if she had to look, she would look at more nostalgic items and buy some that could be used in this generation.

I slept until dawn the next day and was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Mianmian, are you awake yet?"

It's grandma's voice.

Feng Mian turned his head to glance at the window. It was just dawn, so early.

“Here I come.”

At that time, farmers had to record their work points.

According to calculations, if nothing unexpected happens, the work point system will be gradually abolished starting from the Ming Dynasty.

Full attendance every day is worth ten work points. Your attendance will be fully recorded and settled at the end of the day.

After deducting the grain loaned out in spring and autumn, you can take whatever is left.

Feng Mian quickly put on his clothes and went to the production team with his grandmother Zhang to exchange his work points.

They arrived quite early, but the neighbors came even earlier, so the line was a bit long.

No one was annoyed by the hard queue and everyone had a happy face.

Because the pig was a good harvest pig, all the villagers who paid the bills came out with smiles on their faces.

The man was carrying grain, and the woman was holding a thick stack of bills and money.

"Mrs. Zhang, why are you queuing again? Didn't you receive it before?" said an old woman who had just received her work points and was still holding a stack of receipts in her hand.

Zhang smiled and said, "My family has received it, but my granddaughter hasn't received it yet."

“You queued twice.”

Feng Mian felt awkward. Her grandmother had told her last night to come early, as the villagers had lined up in the middle of the night. She came at dawn this day, which was considered late.

Feng Mian received a total of 60 kilograms of food, as well as cloth coupons and the village's meat coupons.

Zhang was afraid that she would suffer a loss and that she couldn't carry 60 kilograms by herself, so she came over to carry it with her.

When they got home and put the food down, Zhang hurriedly asked for it.

Feng Mian tried to persuade her to stay, "Grandma, please wait a while. Let's go after we have dinner."

Zhang said as she walked out: "No, no, I've been away for most of the day, and you probably won't even have water to drink."

After their forearm was broken, their life became difficult.

Feng Mian sighed.

After watching her go away, she went into the room and closed the door.

Put 60 kilograms of grain in the jar, and put the money, meat coupons and cloth coupons in, and stuff them into the space.

I felt speechless thinking about the cloth coupon. I couldn’t even make a pair of pants with it. I could only make a skirt.

The meat ticket was handwritten by the team leader. It was a voucher for exchanging meat and could only be exchanged in the village.