In the spring of 1955, Jia Youcai, a tavern owner, looked at the food coupons on the table and was surprised.
On the table were this year's freshly minted grain coupons, in denominations of four liang, half a catty, one catty, three catties, and five catties—this was still the old-fashioned ten-liang system.
These were all the money Xia Hong had just received, distributed by the street office, along with grain.
These are all Xia Hong's children. Jia Youcai still has a rural household registration, and no one on the street cares about him. He can stay in the city freely and go wherever he wants.
Xia Hong sat on Jia Youcai's lap, put her arms around his neck and said with a smile, "What's so strange about this? You don't lack food.
Whether there is a quota or not is not really relevant to us."
Jia Youcai scratched Xia Hong's nose and said.
"Nothing, just some emotion. This thing will probably last for decades once it comes out. We don't have much to do here anymore, so let's pack up and prepare to go south."
Xia Hong quickly said, "I'll listen to you. I'll go back and pack my things. Do you want to take anything else with you?"
"Just pack some clothes and go, and buy things after the holiday. I've also had a house prepared for you over there, and even servants are available."
Xia Hong was very happy and stood up to go back home to pack her things.
Jia Youcai said, "I'll ask Nan Yi to go home and help prepare dinner. I'll call Lao Yang and Wang Xiulan home for dinner."
Xia Hong agreed and went to find Nan Yi.
Jia Youcai picked up the phone on the counter and called Lao Yang and Wang Xiulan respectively, making an appointment to have dinner at his house in the evening.
At Jia Youcai's house in the evening, after the food was served, Jia Youcai stood up and poured wine for everyone.
Lao Yang asked, "What's the matter? Why did you call home and ask them to come over for dinner?"
After Jia Youcai poured the wine, he picked up the glass and gestured for someone to leave.
Only Xia Hong, Jia Youcai, Lao Yang, and Wang Xiulan were at the table.
When you finish drinking, put down the glass.
Jia Youcai said, "Nothing much, I just wanted to invite you two over for a get-together. I have to go south in a few days, and it's hard to say when I'll be back.
I have nothing to do here, so I'll go find something to do first.
I'm telling you in advance that if you have any problems in the future, you can telegraph to Lao Li and ask him to pass it on to me."
Lao Yang and Wang Xiulan were surprised, and Lao Yang asked quickly.
"Are you going to leave and not come back?"
Jia Youcai smiled and said, "Why don't you come back? Don't talk nonsense. I am still a native of Jiajia Village. My ancestral graves are still there. I must come back."
Wang Xiulan said, "Then you said you can't come back. How long will it take? You didn't even tell us when you went south."
Jia Youcai explained: "It's different now, things over there are starting to develop slowly, and I have to go there to take charge.
Look at the women in my family, none of them are successful in their studies. Even Chen Xueru didn’t go to school much, even though she did.
They have no vision and little experience. If they can do great things, I’ll be the one to do it. After all, my family is a scholarly family, so I’m more knowledgeable than them.”
Old Yang almost laughed out loud when he heard this: "Don't be ridiculous, others don't know, I've been in Jiajia Village for several years and I still don't know.
Just tell me if you sold your books. What kind of scholarly family would do such a thing? It's a disgrace to the family."
After saying this, Lao Yang couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Jia Youcai's face turned black. This must be that bitch Jia Zhang who spread the rumor.
"Old Yang, you're almost done. Who's selling books? If you keep talking nonsense, I won't send you any good things from the south anymore."
Old Yang refused to admit that Jia had talent and said angrily, "Oh, oh, oh, if you say there is no talent, then there is no talent at all."
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