The sun was scorching the Forbidden City, and the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City were emitting golden light, like a Buddhist palace. If these were not enough to explain how hot the Forbidden City was, then the wilted leaves of the locust trees in the city could more intuitively show the difference of this year.
It was around three or four in the afternoon, and there were not many people on the street. Even the business of selling big bowls of tea was not good.
Yan Bugui was holding a cloth bag in his hand, his face was covered in grease and sweat, and his glasses kept slipping down because of the grease and sweat.
He pushed his glasses and walked quickly, worried that if he went too late, he would not be able to buy the food he wanted at the grain station.
The big issue of selling grain has risen to the top priority of almost every family. At first, Yan Bugui confidently let his wife buy it, but then something happened that made him change his mind.
Around May, a female comrade went to the grain station to buy grain. When she arrived, she found that ten kilograms of grain coupons were lost. The woman was so anxious that she looked for it but couldn't find it. In a fit of anxiety, she tried to commit suicide and hit herself to death on the electric pole in front of the grain station.
The third aunt came back and told this story. From then on, Yan Bugui no longer allowed the third aunt to buy food.
Arriving at the grain station, Yan Bugui waited in line for a while. When there was still one person in front of him, he looked around and found that no one was paying attention. Then he stealthily reached into his trouser pocket.
He has a secret pocket inside his trouser pocket, where he keeps his valuables.
Taking out a piece of cloth from the secret pocket, Yan Bugui carefully opened the cloth and took out the food coupons and banknotes.
The timing was just right, and as soon as the food was taken out, it was his turn: "Comrade, ten kilograms of mixed noodles..."
Mixed flour is the main food of Yan Bugui's family, or most families. Two-grain flour and corn flour have become good grains. As for white flour, who cares about it unless it is a festival or a festival?
After buying the food, Yan Bugui held the bag tightly to his chest, fearing that someone would snatch it away.
Don't think that Yan Bugui is making a big deal out of nothing. He was very hungry and there was nothing he could do.
When Yan Bugui returned to the courtyard, he saw Xu Damao, who had not been seen for a long time, standing at the door of Zeng's house, holding a net bag and stuffing it into Chen Yumei's hands. Inside the net bag was a net bag of sweet potatoes...
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