Chapter 395: It's Your Own fault 1
Wang Zhengguo squatted outside waiting while Li Dazhu went in to find Wang Zhengjun.
Whenever he met someone, he would ask where Wang Zhengjun was. Everyone is curious. When the other person asked him why he was looking for Wang Zhengjun, he would say with a smile, "Wang Zhengjun has a good brother. Wang Zhengjun went home and asked him to borrow reserve grain. He was busy at the time and didn't agree. Later, he quickly packed up his own food and drove a mule cart to deliver it. I didn't know where Wang Zhengjun lived, so I came here."
Everyone asked the same question and he gave the same answer.
So, except for the chef in the canteen who was still cooking, and the leaders in the office, almost everyone else in the entire mining bureau knew that Wang Zhengjun's elder brother from his hometown in the countryside had sent him food, which originated from Wang Zhengjun borrowing reserve grain.
After Lao Li left, those who got the answers immediately whispered to each other.
"The old farmers in the countryside have a harder time than we do. Why is he going home to ask for food?"
"That's right. Most of the food is supplied to the city. How much food can be left in the countryside? More than 10,000 people starved to death in the county where Wang Zhengjun's hometown is located. Most of them were farmers in the countryside. You can imagine how tragic the situation was."
"The county where I come from originally had a population of more than 30,000, but now it has only more than 10,000 people left."
"Alas, almost all the people in the production brigade where my wife's family came from starved to death."
"So miserable? Is it like this in your hometown? I've always lived in the city, so I don't know much about the situation down there."
"We have commercial grain, and our chances of survival are much higher than those of farmers who have little food left after paying the public grain tax. Thank you to the country, thank you to the leaders, thank you very much. Although we can't eat enough, at least we won't starve to death."
"I remember that in 1961, the production team in my hometown only distributed five kilograms of wheat rations for the whole year. How could he be so embarrassed as to ask his brother for it?"
"What's so strange about that? Doesn't his wife ask for food from her family every year? Did you forget that her sister-in-law came to ask for food with her baby the other day during her confinement? Maybe asking for food from the countryside is a tradition in their family."
"He was from the Wanglou Brigade. The Wanglou Brigade was famous for not having a single person starving to death."
"That being said, the people in Wanglou Brigade must have had a very tight life. The rations were also divided by number. If you gave your rations to others, you would go hungry yourself."
"He looks like a decent person, but he is so heartless. Listen to what Lao Li said, his brother doesn't even know where he lives."
"I haven't heard him mention his relatives in his hometown either."
Amid the discussion, Wang Zhengjun came out with a sullen face. Seeing his expression, everyone pretended that nothing had been said and continued to do their own work, but their eyes were fixed on Wang Zhengjun's back. When Wang Zhengjun saw Wang Zhengguo at the door, he lowered his voice and shouted, "What are you doing here? Do you know what impact this will have on me?"
Wang Zhengguo touched the patch on his dog-skin hat, looking simple and innocent, pretending not to notice Wang Zhengjun's suppressed anger, and said with a smile: "Youngest, I'm sending you some food. Didn't you say that your niece-in-law is pregnant and there's not enough food at home? Your eldest sister-in-law and I are old, and we don't work as hard as we did when we were young. The rations we get have to support your nephews, nieces, and grandchildren. It's not easy to squeeze these out of our teeth. Don't think it's too little. If you think it's too little, I..."
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Why did you come to my workplace?"
He did not refuse the food sent by Wang Zhengguo, but he was concerned that Wang Zhengguo came at the wrong place and time.
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(End of this chapter)