After leaving the factory, Zhang Shuguang realized that he had forgotten to ask Director Wang to exchange some food tickets.
These days, everything is supplied according to plan. If you want to buy some seasonal vegetables at the farmers' market, you need a vegetable ticket.
Now that he has come out, it is not worth going back. Fortunately, he has the identity of a purchasing agent and can provide him with a lot of convenience.
After returning to Zhangzhuang, Zhang Shuguang did not go home immediately, but rode his tricycle to the brigade headquarters.
"Xiao Guang, what's the matter with coming to the brigade headquarters?"
In the brigade headquarters, production team leader Zhang Xiangyang, old branch secretary Zhang Qinggang, accountant Zhang Xiangrong, and militia captain Cao Ming were all present.
"Captain, as you know, I'm currently working in a machinery factory, in charge of purchasing.
Are our team's bean sprouts and cucumbers coming down soon? I'd like to ask if anyone has plans to sell them for cash."
What they discussed today was also a business matter. Zhang Shuguang did not call Zhang Xiangyang "Uncle", but called him "Team Leader".
"Xiao Guang, logically speaking, since we have a worker in our team, the team should support your work.
But you also know the situation in our team. Every family does not have enough food.
As soon as the vegetables in our vegetable garden are ripe, they will be distributed to each household.
If the members eat one more bite of food, they might save a life."
Zhang Xiangyang gave Zhang Shuguang an apologetic look.
One person's work is never as important as the lives of a whole village.
The wild vegetables and leaves on the hillside were almost eaten up. How could he possibly exchange vegetables for money?
Food is so scarce now that you can’t buy it even if you have money.
"You're right. I won't bother you anymore."
After leaving the brigade headquarters, Zhang Shuguang began to analyze the reasons for today's failure.
In a word, I still haven't written about the extremely difficult years of the 1960s.
If I could find a market for the village vegetables in the future and bring profits to the village, then there is no doubt that the whole village would be grateful to me.
But now people are almost starving to death. Nothing is more important than eating. The members are all eagerly waiting for the little vegetables produced by the team's vegetable farm, and it is impossible to exchange them for money.
Forget it, let’s just have meat today. I don’t know when the system will refresh some vegetables.
I must go to the factory again tomorrow and ask Director Wang for some food tickets.
"Brother, are you back from get off work?"
"Big brother, take the car and go out to play."
As soon as I got home, my younger brothers and sisters who were playing in the yard came over.
"Pan Pan, it's time to make lunch. Can we go out and play tomorrow?"
Zhang Shuguang stopped the tricycle, bent down and picked up his sister who was running towards him.
"good."
The little girl has always been very well behaved and rarely gets upset.
"Xiao Guang is back? Let mom cook."
Seeing her son coming home from get off work, Su Hong put down her needlework and walked out of the house.
"Mom, you and grandma should make the bedding. I'll make lunch. I'm really tired of sleeping on a hard bed."
"Okay, wait until the first quilt is ready, and then change your two brothers' bedding first."
Since her eldest son said so, Su Hong didn't rush to cook and went back into the house to pick up her needle and thread.
Zhang Shuguang put his sister down, went to the kitchen, and fished out a grass carp from the wooden basin.
Both fish weigh four or five pounds, and one is enough for the whole family.
Zhang Shuguang came to the yard and knocked the struggling grass carp unconscious. Then he began to skillfully scrape the scales off the fish, gut it, and chop it into small pieces.
Zhang Shengli and his sister squatted aside and watched obediently.
"Come on, Shengli, help big brother light the fire."
Grandma and mother were not in the kitchen. The way Zhang Shuguang poured oil into the clay pot scared his younger brother who was lighting the fire.
"Brother, grandma will scold you."
"It's okay. The fish stew won't taste good without enough oil. I'll buy some when the oil at home is used up."
Zhang Shuguang added some peppercorns, onions, ginger and garlic to stir-fry until fragrant, then put the fish pieces into the ceramic pot and stir-fried them quickly.
"Big brother, it smells so good!"
The rich aroma made the little girl beside her swallow her saliva.
"You can eat it soon."
Zhang Shuguang added water to cover the fish pieces. After the water boiled, he added some cornmeal, spread it into a pancake and covered it directly on top.
"Brother, what is this practice?"
In the past, when I watched my grandma and mother cooking, they would either steam steamed buns or make pancakes. This was the first time Zhang Shengli had seen cornmeal being directly placed on the food.
“This is called a small fish quilt.”
Zhang Shuguang had also seen this practice in a short video in his previous life.
When the fish is stewed, the cornmeal cakes are soaked in the fragrant soup and are especially delicious.
When Zhang Qingchun came back from work, Zhang Shuguang had also prepared lunch for his younger brothers and sisters.
Everyone washed their hands and started eating right away.
"I didn't expect my eldest grandson to have such a skill. The food is even better than what your grandma has been cooking for her entire life."
Zhang Qingchun praised his eldest grandson's craftsmanship highly.
"Don't you see the oil floating in the fish soup? How can it not be delicious?"
As soon as the fish soup was served, Liu Guixiang couldn't help but go to the kitchen to take a look.
The eldest grandson drank two fingers' worth of peanut oil from the oil tank during his meal, and the old lady was heartbroken.
I made up my mind that I would never let my eldest grandson cook no matter what.
How can a young man like this live? It tastes good, but it’s such a waste.
"We'll eat whatever our eldest grandson cooks. Don't think about those useless things."
Zhang Qingchun is very open-minded.
The fish was caught by the eldest grandson, and the oil and cornmeal were bought by the eldest grandson. He can eat it however he wants.
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