At about 7:30, Uncle Liu came to work.
He was very excited when he saw four large baskets of grass carp on the bicycle.
Every year, no matter what festival it is, the bureau distributes canned food, a box of six canned oranges, which I’m almost tired of eating.
This year we changed to fresh fish, five pounds per person, which can be used to make soup or braise, and the remaining can be dried or pickled and eaten later, which is much better than canned food.
Uncle Liu quickly helped carry the fish basket into the logistics warehouse.
As soon as the fish were carried in, people from the union and the logistics department came, and many colleagues also came to watch.
However, this time, only people over 60 years old and some retired cadres were given benefits during the festival, which made the young colleagues feel very sorry.
All the fish were weighed, and their weight was the same as that of Jiang Wanyue and the others, a total of 192 kilograms.
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "We agreed on 185 kilograms, but the fish is not easy to divide, so we sent a few more kilograms so that the people who divide the fish will not have such a hard time."
The accountant said, "We in the Education Bureau cannot take advantage of others, so we will calculate it based on 192 kilograms..."
"No, no, no, then we are forcing you to sell more, right?" Principal Zheng waved his hand, "Forced buying and selling is illegal."
The two sides argued for several rounds, and finally decided to take a step back and calculate the price based on 190 kilograms, which is 95 yuan.
The accountant paid the money readily.
In the past, when we gave benefits to retired cadres on the Double Ninth Festival every year, we were always complained that we had spent money and given gifts, but still ended up with something bad.
This year, after hearing that the unit was sending fish, the old cadres were surprisingly satisfied. The canned food cost 3.6 yuan, but the fish only cost 2.5 yuan per person, which was a win-win situation.
After leaving the Education Bureau, Principal Zheng still felt like he was dreaming.
When riding a bicycle, I have to touch my pocket from time to time, for fear that the money will fall out.
Jiang Wanyue said, "The school has run out of chalk and test paper. We need to buy more."
Principal Zheng nodded.
Usually these things were bought in the commune, which was a bit expensive, so they rode their bikes directly to the department store in the county to buy them, which was relatively cheaper.
I bought a lot of teaching stuff and only spent a little over five dollars.
The two returned by bicycle.
With the back seat empty, riding the bike is much easier.
The commune had its own tile factory. I rode my bike directly to the factory gate and asked. I was told that I needed a note from the team to buy tiles.
On the way back to the team, Principal Zheng thought for a moment and said, "Although most of the tiles in the classroom are broken, there are still some good tiles. I will ask a few people to pick up all the tiles and continue to use the ones that can be used. This way we can save some money. What do you think?"
Jiang Wanyue nodded.
There are so many places in school where money is needed, so it would be best if we could have some surplus to buy something else.
After the two arrived at the brigade, they returned the car to Lin Jin. Since she had borrowed the car, it was naturally more appropriate for her to go.
Then go to the brigade to get a note to buy tiles.
"Sold for 95?" Song Dahai still couldn't believe it. "I didn't expect that the fish in the village could really be sold."
Tian Youliang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's done. I can finally put my mind at ease. Fortunately, no one is causing trouble for our team."
"We sold it to the Education Bureau in the name of the school. It's a public-to-public transaction. We didn't violate any policy. Why would anyone bother us?" Jiang Wanyue actually had some ideas to discuss with the two of them, but she was too tired after being busy for so long. She yawned and said, "I have to go back and sleep for an hour before going to school. I'm leaving first."
When she got home, Song Huaizhi was making lunch.
Song Yunying took her younger brother Huazi to water the vegetable garden in the yard.
Jiang Wanyue quickly took the spatula, stir-fried the vegetables in the pot, and then added some noodles. After the family finished eating, she fell asleep.
She slept until the evening. She suddenly sat up straight and saw Song Huaizhi sitting next to her reading a book. She hurriedly asked, "Didn't I tell you to wake me up when you go to school at noon? Why did you let me sleep until this time?"
"You are too tired, you need to rest more." Song Huaizhi turned around and said, "Teacher Wan is substituting for me, and the first and second grades are not making a fuss, so don't worry, mom."
Jiang Wanyue rubbed his temples and got out of bed.
When I walked into the yard, I saw a lot of dry firewood, which should have been delivered by Song Laoer in the afternoon.
She estimated it to be about twenty kilograms, so she took out two eggs and asked Song Yunying to deliver them to her second uncle's house.
After a while, Song Yunying came back with an egg: "Second uncle said 20 catties, 5 cents, and he only wants one egg."
Jiang Wanyue asked: "What's your second aunt's expression?"
Song Yunying tilted her head and said, "Second uncle's wife said it was clearly 23 kilograms, and was scolded by Second uncle."
Jiang Wanyue chuckled.
She turned around and said to Song Huaizhi, "Huaizhi, put the extra three pounds in the account and we'll settle it together next time."
Song Huaizhi had a new notebook, which was created by Jiang Wanyue using a cornucopia and given to him. He kept it as a treasure and was reluctant to write on it.
They had to keep accounts today, so Jiang Wanyue gave him another one and asked him to use it to record the small amounts of money, so that he wouldn't forget and make both of them unhappy.
When Song Huaizhi finished taking notes and went to make a fire, Jiang Wanyue opened the treasure bowl, and it was full of cotton again. Putting all the cotton together, there were about seven or eight kilograms, which should be enough to make a quilt.
The next day, Jiang Wanyue took the note issued by the brigade and went to the commune with Principal Zheng to buy tiles. When she went, she deliberately brought cotton with her.
There was a cotton spinning mill in the commune. She could just take the cotton there and spend a few cents to have someone make it into a quilt, and then come back to get it later.
The tile factory is very small, with only three or four employees, and you can tell at a glance that the efficiency is not very good.
Just think about it, the commune is so small, every family is poor, and only a few can afford to build a brick house.
Principal Zheng asked someone to count the tiles early in the morning, and found that only about one-third were usable. The tiles commonly used in that era were called Bu tiles, which were curved, palm-sized, blue-gray tiles. They were very small and brittle, and about 150 tiles were used per square meter.
The school has five classrooms, an office, and a utility room, totaling 270 to 280 square meters. If we want to buy nearly 200 square meters of cloth, it would cost 30,000 yuan.
Tiles cost two cents each, which means that just buying tiles would cost sixty yuan.
The brigade hired four experienced people to lay tiles, and the wages were 30 cents a day. In Xiaojing Brigade, an adult man would probably only make 20 or 30 cents a day, which was not a low wage.
The older children in the school worked as laborers, responsible for transporting tiles.
In nearly a day, all the tiles on the roof were covered and the school seemed to be brand new.
Jiang Wanyue was sitting under a big tree at the door of the classroom, drawing a picture of the school's tile-laying project.
Behind her, many students were watching and chattering.
She plans to send this painting to an art society in the provincial capital to give it a try, as one should not put all eggs in one basket.
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