Chapter 452 Training Life 2
Mother Cheng returned to the main room with the egg custard in her hand and said to Cheng Baoguo, "Go to Secretary Huang's house and borrow two ounces of oil. Then ask him if he can lend us the pig ear he bought today. Return it to him tomorrow."
Cheng Baoguo nodded and said, "I'll go right away. I'll go to the state-owned restaurant to see what dishes they have."
Father Lu stopped him and said, “Don’t go!”
He picked up a bamboo basket on the ground and handed it to Cheng Baoguo, "Aunt Cheng, we brought a lot of rice, flour, grain and oil. I remember we brought an oil can. You don't have to be polite as a family, and you don't have to borrow from outsiders. If you borrow it, we will be embarrassed to stay for dinner. Third brother, take it to the kitchen. Xi Bao is here, I can't leave, lest he be shy and disturb everyone."
Cheng Baoguo handed it over without any hesitation.
"Uncle San, please also bring over the bags of food, as well as the dried and pickled vegetables I brought." Feng Qingxue had originally planned to rent a house in the city, so she had come prepared with everything. She opened the bamboo basket, took out the jars of oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar one by one, and then took out a piece of bacon, "Aunt Cuilan, let's make bacon rice for lunch."
"You guys are living a good life!" Wang Cuilan thought of the things Cheng Baoguo took from their house.
"Thanks to Comrade Jiang's care, he sends a lot of local specialties every year. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a woman like me to get these things." Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "We have a private plot at home, so it's more convenient to eat vegetables."
The weather has warmed up, and the vegetables in the private plots are growing lushly.
Before Mr. Lu left, Feng Qingxue reminded him to plant all the vegetables he needed to plant after returning home.
Father Lu said, "You and Xibao should stay at your uncle's house and study hard. Didn't you leave your bicycle at home? When Tianjun comes to school every week, I'll ask him to bring you some food and vegetables, and leave the bicycle at the uncle's house."
At the beginning of this spring, Lu Tianjun went to high school.
He has always had good grades and was admitted to the city's high school with excellent grades.
He attended his first year of junior high school in the county town. In his second year, Wanglou Brigade set up a school, and he went back to Wanglou Brigade with his junior high school classmates from all over the town to study for a year. Junior high school lasted two years, and he has now graduated.
I have to live on campus in high school, and the school is too far from home.
Students with urban household registration received a food coupon subsidy every month and a certain amount of food rations. They used the food coupons and money to buy meals in the canteen. Farmer students like Lu Tianjun did not have food coupons, so they could only exchange grains, coarse grains for coarse grains, and fine grains for fine grains. The vast majority of farmer students brought wild vegetables, wheat bran, and even bran from home and steamed them in the canteen as food. Lu Tianjun quietly hid the brown rice he brought and did not take out a single grain of rice.
There are not many students in the school, which makes it seem a bit lonely. A class that should have more than 40 students now has only more than 20 students, seven or eight of whom are students from rural areas.
The reason is simple: they couldn’t afford to go to school or eat. After experiencing three years of famine, many people dropped out of school.
There is one day off every week, and that day is the day when the peasant students go home to get food.
After school on Saturday afternoon, everyone rushed home and returned the next afternoon with dry food or grain.
Lu Tianjun was just like everyone else, dressed similarly and ate similarly, eating coarse grains with pickles. He never brought any fine grains from home to school, and would occasionally use food stamps and money to buy a cornmeal steamed bun to improve his life. Apart from his academic performance, he rarely stood out and was so low-key that people almost forgot that he existed.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
(End of this chapter)