Chapter 34 Actively Prepare the Supply
There are two rice bags in the wooden barrel.
Lin Sanqi opened the bag and saw that the first bag of rice contained cornmeal, the kind that is made by grinding corn cobs into powder and makes your throat feel like cigarette smoke when you eat it.
The Lin family is from the south, and their staple food used to be rice.
When the national situation was good, everyone could buy some rice every month, so the Lin family would always use the flour and coarse grains allocated to them to exchange for rice with their colleagues in the north.
However, with the onset of natural disasters, the rice ration in the north was almost completely stopped. Not to mention rice, even flour was almost nowhere to be found, and the Lin family had to adjust their staple food.
No matter how reluctant you are, you have to learn to make steamed buns and cook porridge like the northerners.
It can be said that if a nationwide physical examination were conducted in the northern part of China, all southerners would suffer from stomach problems, and the proportion of gastric ulcers would be quite alarming, all caused by improper diet.
The other rice bag contained large, white rice grains with a yellowish color.
Lin Sanqi thought about it for a long time, not sure whether this was the legendary "sorghum rice".
I don’t know if people in the north have the habit of eating sorghum rice. Sorghum is almost not grown in the south, and even the few that are grown are for making wine.
Lin Sanqi knew a rule: if something was good, there was no reason for southerners not to eat it.
Since people in the south don’t eat sorghum rice, it only means that this grain must be unpalatable, or it can only be used as a weight loss meal.
Lin Sanqi felt very uncomfortable when he thought that there was not even a grain of rice at home.
Lin Kucan and Jin Caifeng were so devoted to their "youngest son" that they not only did not despise him, but they divided the house on the first day he returned home and even ate up all their most precious rice and meat tickets.
As a result, the two old people now have to live on coarse grains together with me.
Lin Sanqi didn't believe that his clever second sister-in-law didn't hide any fine grains. Maybe the eldest sister-in-law also had her own way to get grain. After all, his eldest sister-in-law's family was from Peking.
Only the cheap father who is a Buddhist and the cheap mother who was born as a daughter have no extra thoughts to think about crooked ways. In the end, the family of famous doctors in Lingnan only has some corn flour at home.
Lin Sanqi sighed, thinking that since he had come into this world and recognized his parents, he would have to shoulder the burden of supporting the family.
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi decided to work hard... to return to the modern era to move food...
Then he quickly passed through the space channel and returned to 2013.
It was already night in 2013. Wang Wenjuan was watching TV, her younger sister was doing homework upstairs, and only her father was still waiting for his son.
Seeing his son coming out of the room again, Lin Musen knew that something had happened. The father and son quickly hid in the room and turned on music to prevent anyone from hearing them.
This is a set of tactics learned from spy films. Who says anti-Japanese dramas are useless?
"Dad, I already have a way to buy ginseng there. I went to the black market today. I didn't expect that tea was more scarce than food in those days. I found a rich man. He wanted 20 kilograms of jasmine tea and 10 kilograms of Longjing tea. He gave me 2,300 yuan in cash, which is enough for me to buy ginseng."
Lin Musen was shocked and asked in disbelief:
"Are you kidding me? Who could come up with 2,300 yuan in one go in 1959? Isn't it said that the monthly salary is only a little over 30 yuan?"
Lin Sanqi felt indescribably happy when he saw his father, who looked so blind to history. Finally, his son could teach him a lesson:
"Dad, you don't understand. 1959 is not 1969. In 1959, there was still public-private partnership, so the old capitalists and business owners were all alive and well. They could still get dividends every year, hundreds of thousands, sometimes even millions.
And wages weren't all low in the 1950s; there were many high ones. For example, my husband made just over 150 yuan a month. And you know Mei Lanfang? He made 2,100 yuan a month. So not everyone was poor back then; there were rich people too.
Lin Musen listened to a peep show as if listening to a peep show:
"Mei Lanfang makes 2,100 a month? Isn't that higher than even the top-ranked salary? It seems celebrities are always wealthy, no matter the era. Okay, as long as you can find the money, that's great. Now let's go buy some tea."
Lin Sanqi had previously purchased a small amount of tea to test the waters.
Now that tea has a better value for money and can be sold at a higher price, of course this "smuggling" business must be maintained.
The father and son sneaked out of the house again in a mysterious manner. Wang Wenjuan rolled her eyes at them, not bothering to pay attention to them, and continued watching her Qing Dynasty palace drama.
Shilou Village is the largest urban village in Huadu and is adjacent to Huadu CBD. The business in and outside the village is very developed. As long as you have money, you can buy anything.
Especially love, you can spend a few hundred yuan in the urban village and find first love or passionate love, pure love or mature love.
People in the south like to drink tea, so there are many tea shops. Lin's father and son found a tea shop on the main road of the neighboring village and walked in.
The boss's surname is also Lin, and he is of the same generation as Lin Sanqi, but the boss is not at home today, and only the boss's wife is sitting behind the counter.
The proprietress stood up quickly when she saw Lin Musen: "Uncle Jiu!"
Lin Musen was the ninth child of his generation; Lin Sanqi was the thirteenth child of his...
Lin Musen smiled and nodded: "Afang, Chenzi is not at home."
"Achen is practicing dragon boat racing in Henghu. He's going to have a race tomorrow. Grandpa said that if anyone loses this year, he's going to make the other dragon boat crew members suffer."
Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and Huadu will organize dragon boat races.
People say friendship comes first and competition comes second, but the scene is actually very lively. This is a big matter that concerns the reputation of a village or a clan. Every village actively prepares for two months in advance.
In the past, it was not uncommon for fights to break out during dragon boat races, sometimes resulting in loss of life. Now it is more civilized, but there are still fewer casualties.
Lin Sanqi shrank his neck when he heard about the dragon boat race, thinking that he was lucky that he was still in college and could not take leave, otherwise a strong guy like him would definitely have to go to the competition.
It’s not that Lin Sanqi doesn’t love the village, has no sense of collective honor, or lacks clan concepts.
Dragon boat training is really terrible.
Every day they either bask in the scorching sun or advance in the wind and rain. Every team member is the same color as the African uncle, all black, and the skin on their backs has to shed several layers.
But even so, all the Lin family members are proud to be selected as team members.
Whether it's the chairman, general manager, director, principal or dean, it doesn't matter if you sell pork or sweep the streets, as long as your surname is Lin and you can pass the physical test, everyone can get on board.
If they win, they will bring honor to the family. The middle door of the ancestral hall will be wide open, and every team member can walk through the middle door with confidence, eat "dragon boat rice" under the ancestral tablets, and become the most handsome guy in the village.
If you lose, huh!
Lin Peidong, the Lin clan leader, will let the team members know what the consequences will be if they bring shame to their ancestors...
(End of this chapter)
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