In the 1970s, an average worker earned only more than 20 yuan a month.
Jiang Wanyue had more than thirty yuan in royalties from this account, plus some left over from before, a total of more than fifty yuan.
After coming out of Aunt Wang's house, she deliberately went to the black market. Sure enough, there was a person squatting in the corner. It was Xiao Li.
Of course he still remembered her and greeted her with a smile: "Big sister, you are taking the children to visit relatives."
Jiang Wanyue lowered her voice and said, "I want all kinds of tickets."
Xiao Li carried these with him, and when he heard this, he grabbed a handful, giving him everything he wanted.
Jiang Wanyue looked at each one and found that they were all what she needed. Now that she had money, she would not let herself down and just took them all.
A bunch of tickets cost her twelve dollars.
She couldn't help but sigh. It was many years later that the country abolished the tickets, and it was really inconvenient to buy things.
After finishing the transaction with Xiao Li, it was still early, so she took her three children to the department store, which was always busy and bustling with people.
She went to the clothing store first and queued up for more than twenty minutes before it was their turn.
There was no room for trying on clothes, so one could only look at them from across the counter and pick out whatever they wanted. Jiang Wanyue bought a sweater and a pair of trousers for each of her three children.
At the same time, he also bought himself a Zhongshan suit and a pair of leather shoes so that he could wear them when he went out to do business in the future, so as not to be looked down upon.
The child's outfit cost a total of nine dollars and thirty cents, and she herself spent fifteen dollars and eighty dollars.
Then I went to a daily necessities store and bought bath soap, an enamel basin, an enamel cup, a small pot for cooking, and several bowls and plates... In total, I spent more than 18 yuan.
After all this spending, only a dozen dollars were left.
After shopping, I went straight to the state-owned restaurant for dinner.
Today was the first time for the whole family to go shopping in the county town together. Jiang Wanyue was also very generous and ordered three dishes: braised pork, cabbage with vinegar, and eggplant with minced meat, and a bowl of rice for each person.
"The braised pork is so delicious!" Song Yunying couldn't believe there was such a delicious dish in the world. "Brother, try it. Can you make it?"
Song Huaizhi took a bite.
The braised pork is very soft and glutinous, and not greasy at all. After taking a bite, you can't help but want to eat a second bite. The soup and rice mixed together are even more delicious. You will feel full if you are not careful.
"It's really delicious." Song Huaizhi was still not satisfied, "We only have oil and salt at home, we can't make it taste this good."
"That's easy." Jiang Wanyue said with a smile, "After we finish eating, let's go buy some seasonings, monosodium glutamate, soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, five-spice powder... whatever we have. We're going to treat your grandparents and uncles to dinner tonight. Huaizhi, this meal depends on you."
Song Huaizhi suddenly felt overwhelmed.
He is only seven years old, and his mother trusts him too much.
Moreover, having only eaten braised pork once, he really couldn’t make it.
But soon Song Huaizhi found out that his mother knew the steps to make braised pork.
Relying on her memory of watching short videos in her previous life, Jiang Wanyue stood by the stove and guided Song Huaizhi in cooking.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to do it, but she just doesn’t have the talent.
Song Huaizhi is a different kid. He understands everything quickly and can learn it quickly. Look, the aroma of braised pork is already wafting from the pot.
"Brother is awesome!" Song Yunying took a deep breath, "We can eat braised pork every day from now on."
"Shh!" Song Huaizhi turned around and gestured, "Don't tell anyone what we eat every day. Tonight is your first time to eat braised pork. Remember?"
Song Yunying nodded quickly: "This is our family's little secret, I won't tell anyone."
Now there are two pots on the stove, one pot is stewing braised pork, and the other pot is used to stir-fry vegetables, one is stir-fried fish with lettuce, one is fried fish cubes, and another is green vegetables, and then this pot starts to simmer rice.
There were more than twenty people in the Song family. They cooked half a pot of white rice and another half pot of chopped sweet potatoes.
Jiang Wanyue took out a large bowl, put some sweet potato rice in it, scooped a little braised pork, mainly the soup, added some fish offal, and then wrapped the bowl with a cloth.
Then he put the bowl into the basket and handed it to Song Huaizhi: "Send it to the cowshed. Keep a low profile and don't let anyone find out."
The "bad elements" in the cowshed will be rehabilitated and return to the city sooner or later, and she is willing to make good friends with them.
If it were in the past, Song Huaizhi would definitely feel sorry for the food.
But now he knows that there is no way to finish the food at home, and he even worries about where to put it. The two chickens at home have started to eat rice, which is better than what most people in the village eat. Wouldn't it be better to help those in need?
He picked up the basket and walked alone towards the place where the people who were relocated lived.
The place where this group of people lived was called a cowshed, but it was not a shed for cows. Instead, it had a similar structure to a cowshed, located on the damp riverside and made of thatched grass. It didn't even have a door, and the ground was covered with hay. There were no beds, let alone tables or chairs. The conditions were extremely difficult.
There are three cow sheds here, with three families living in them.
At this time, the three families were gathered at the entrance of a cowshed, each looking anxious.
When Song Huaizhi came over, they didn't notice until he coughed.
An old man turned around, and it happened to be the old man who was bullied by the fifth-grade students that day.
"My mother asked me to bring this." Song Huaizhi took the things out of the basket, uncovered the cloth, and handed it over.
Suddenly, the aroma of braised pork and white rice filled everyone's nose.
The old man looked wary.
In the past, someone deliberately sent them eggs, and when they were about to take them, the other party deliberately threw the eggs on the ground. The end result was that they had to work day and night to earn the eggs back.
People's hearts are sometimes very evil.
They dare not accept any goodwill anymore, fearing it is a trap.
"My mother is Teacher Jiang from the elementary school." Song Huaizhi said, "You met my mother yesterday."
The old man remembered immediately.
Yesterday he was bullied by a group of students. A young teacher helped him and gave him an egg.
That teacher is a good person.
He looked at the bowl of rich food and wanted to refuse because he had already taken an egg and could not ask for more. However, he could not refuse emotionally.
Not because he wanted to eat.
Rather, his pregnant granddaughter-in-law needed nutrition.
"Thank you, thank you so much..."
The old man lowered his head, took the bowl of food, signaled with his eyes to his wife to find a broken bowl, pour the food into it, and then returned the bowl to Song Huaizhi.
Song Huaizhi saw a woman about his mother's age lying on the hay. Her belly was bulging and it was obvious that she was pregnant.
He couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with her?"
The old man whispered, "She has a fever. There is no medicine. We are trying to find a way to reduce her temperature."
They were reform elements and could not even go to the health center. Even if they could go, they had no money. They could only watch their granddaughter-in-law become more and more confused as her fever got worse.
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