Since all the carts, big and small, could not hold the food, many strong laborers carried shoulder poles with bamboo baskets and sacks filled with food on both ends.

Some strong and hardworking women also went with them, carrying shoulder poles on their shoulders.

After that, Wang Zhengguo arranged for older people and some half-grown children to drive the cart. Basically, men, women, young and old were all out. The scene was so spectacular that it opened the eyes of Feng Qingxue, who had never seen it before.

Feng Qingxue was puzzled by everyone's enthusiasm to go there.

Whether carrying a shoulder pole or driving a cart, people have to walk on their own two legs, which must be very hard.

After asking the reason, she suddenly realized.

It turned out that the state had stipulated the time for paying public grain, and it had to be delivered to the grain station within a few days, so time was very tight. One had to wait in line at the grain management office, and after inspection, the grain management office would accept it only if it was qualified. If it was not qualified, it would be returned and a better one would be sent back.

No wonder they were in a hurry to pay their taxes before they had finished rubbing all the corn cobs.

Chen Ming is in charge of the grain management, and the food supply of Wanglou Brigade has always been relatively good, so it has not been beaten back in all these years.

People at that time were very simple and honest, thinking only of the country. The grain they handed over to the country must be of the best quality, so unless there were natural disasters or man-made disasters, the grain they handed over would be full of grains and impeccable.

Therefore, those who went to pay the public grain could record ten work points. While queuing to pay the public grain, when it was time to eat, they could use the extra grain to exchange for lunch at the state-owned restaurant near the grain management office. In summer, they could exchange wheat for steamed buns, dumplings and noodles. In autumn, they could exchange rice and corn for steamed buns or rice with two grams of flour.

Except during festivals, every household could not eat fine grains at other times and were reluctant to do so, so they waited for the day of paying the public grain tax to have a feast.

The most important point is that they can save a meal for their family.

Jiang He naturally would not miss such an opportunity. Guan Cheng and Lu Tianjun also followed Lu's father to drive the cart to transport food. They did not come back until late at night and brought a few rice balls stuffed with white rice and sauerkraut for Feng Qingxue's sister and brother.

"Aunt, each of us got a pound of rice balls. They are delicious. Come and try them." Lu Tianjun said to Feng Qingxue.

Feng Qingxue was deeply touched. The gift was not much, but the thought was precious.

Obviously, there are more than one person who do the same thing as these two brothers.

Guan Cheng nodded to confirm her guess, "Everyone has some, but many people are reluctant to eat them. When they are too hungry to bear it, they use the dry food they brought with them to fill their stomachs. They say they will take the rice balls home for their children to eat, or cook a pot of porridge for the whole family to eat together."

Jiang He couldn't bear to eat it, and said he would take it back to make porridge for everyone to taste the rice.

Feng Qingxue felt a pang in her heart after hearing this, and smiled gently, "That's a good idea. Let's make porridge tomorrow morning. You're tired after a day's work, go and soak your feet. I've boiled a lot of hot water and put it in the pot for you to come back. After washing your feet, go and rest. You can all rest tomorrow." She also asked Lu Tianjun to bring a pot of hot water to Lu's father first, and she waited until the two children fell asleep before turning off the lights and going to bed.

The next morning, she kept her promise and cooked a pot of porridge with rice balls, and put some chopped bacon in it.

The taste was so delicious that the children drank bowl after bowl of it. They didn't want to eat the multi-grain steamed bread that hurt their throats anymore. "It's better to eat the food cooked by my aunt at home. It would be great if we don't have to eat out anymore."

After hearing Lu Tianzhi's words, Guan Yu and Feng Qingyun nodded one after another, like chicks pecking at rice.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "Once the food is distributed, we will cook and eat at home."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

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Two hours per chapter, I feel dizzy.

The remaining two chapters will be updated in the afternoon, and I still need to check some information.