"I don't understand what my maternal grandfather and eldest uncle were thinking either."
Tan Qingzhou recounted the whole story of how his maternal grandfather kicked him out of their house.
Then, still puzzled, he said, "My aunt said that the Changfeng Brigade has opened some kind of canteen, called something like 'big pot meal.' There are people cooking for us every day at noon and in the evening. We can eat there as soon as we finish work. The food is all-you-can-eat, so we don't have to worry about not having enough to eat."
"What? A communal dining system?"
Two voices, one male and one female, uttered simultaneously.
The woman was naturally Xing Lanhua, and her tone was full of doubt and confusion.
The other man was, of course, Tan Dingguo, who had just returned home.
He yanked the pipe out of his mouth, a hint of accusation in his voice.
Seeing Tan Dingguo's expression, Tan Qingzhou scratched his head.
“My aunt also told me to persuade you to do this kind of communal cooking, saying it would allow everyone to have enough to eat.”
Upon hearing his eldest son's words, Tan Dingguo's face turned furious, and he shouted, "Nonsense! What do you mean by communal dining? What do you mean by having enough to eat? Living beyond our means is not something we farmers would do!"
"Living beyond one's means?"
Even Wang Hui, who was with them, couldn't help but gasp softly.
"If it's something that benefits the villagers, how could your father not actively support it?"
But this whole system of equal distribution of food was just a suggestion from the county; they didn't mandate that the lower-level brigades follow suit.
That bastard Su Chenghai is up to his old tricks again.
Just you wait and see, this is bound to cause a huge problem sooner or later.
Tan Dingguo said angrily.
He then glanced at the sacks on the cart in the yard, and then at his wife, who looked shocked and bewildered.
"Since your maternal family doesn't care about this coarse grain, you'd better hurry up and move it to the cellar. That way, we won't have to worry about what to eat for the whole family in winter."
After saying that, he turned and went inside.
Seeing her husband's expression, Xing Lanhua knew perfectly well that he was angry.
Meanwhile, at the Fu family home, Ning Jing stared wide-eyed, asking in bewilderment, "What is 'communal dining'?"
Fu Hongxing paused for a moment, then explained carefully: "The notice from above says that cooking at home is not allowed, and we must eat in the canteen."
However, it doesn't have a significant impact on us workers.
After all, even without this notice, most people still eat in the cafeteria.
Actually, it did have some impact, but Fu Hongxing didn't want Ning Jing to worry, so he didn't say anything.
After all, the people in the coal mine are not only the workers, but also their families.
Some families prefer to buy groceries and cook at home, which saves them at least a few dollars a month compared to eating in the cafeteria.
For those whose families are already struggling financially, these few dollars could be a lifesaver, so they should save as much as possible.
But now, everyone is required to eat in the cafeteria, and it's free. Doesn't that drive this group crazy?
Upon receiving the notification, Director Kang immediately issued the notice.
When he went to get food today, he was quite startled by the huge crowd in the cafeteria.
The auntie serving the food was shouting herself hoarse as she told everyone to line up!
Luckily, he arrived early and managed to get a full box of food and rice before the food ran out.
Because there were too many people in the canteen, he didn't stay there and went straight back to Xishan Village.
Fu Hongxing was unaware that after he left, a conflict broke out in the cafeteria, which ended up smashing the cafeteria.
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