Chapter 28 Boiled Pork Slices and White Rice
After harvesting a few seedlings in the rice field, we did not grow any more seedlings this time. We just soaked them until they germinated.
She quickly started a second planting.
It was not until the third time that the seeds were harvested that two mu of rice fields were planted.
She glanced into the space from time to time to observe the condition of the rice.
Get ready and wait for the night.
Rice has become her obsession.
I feel a little melancholy when I think of steaming rice.
The living environment does not allow it.
She wanted to eat spicy and delicious boiled pork slices with rice.
She had almost all the ingredients, except for a place to cook.
Decided to take a gamble.
Holding the 24 yuan in cash that had just been given to the grain station.
Liu Qingqing used her savings to round up the amount and put it into the lottery machine.
"Photographic Memory (Passive Skill)"
"One car has been registered"
Portable outdoor wood stove*1
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All she had in mind was getting electricity to her kitchen.
The draw was an iron stove.
This thing...
Is it worth ten bucks?
Another losing lottery.
He silently carried the iron stove to the edge of the pond, lit the dried corn stalks and started the firewood that came with the stove.
The rice I have been longing for is steaming.
Prepare various vegetables and cut the meat into thin slices.
As soon as the meal is ready, the boiled pork slices will start to eat.
I don’t know if it’s because the variety at that time is not good, or what the answer is.
The harvested rice tasted pretty average.
Liu Qingqing felt that it was probably something that Grandpa Yuan had not improved yet.
Therefore, the rice before cooking is not as soft and delicious as the rice after cooking.
After eating this meal that I had been longing for for a long time, I felt very satisfied.
There was already a lot of food piled up in her space.
Except for corn, which was made into feed by the livestock manager and fed to chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep.
White flour is accumulating more and more, and wheat is no longer grown in farmland.
Only various vegetables and condiments such as peppers are grown.
She thought that if she could get to the grain station, she could find a way to sell the rice and flour.
After working for a while, I found that this was not the case at all.
All the food at their station was distributed from the granary.
During the autumn harvest, the granary and these departments are responsible for part of the village's harvest.
After the grain harvest is completed, the grain on their side will be transported back to the granary, and then the monthly ration of grain will be allocated by the state.
There is no room for intervention in this unified purchase and sale system, and even though registration is done manually now.
The grain book and form will record the purchased grain information in detail.
So there is no room for maneuver.
In March, a batch of Fuqiang flour, also known as white flour, arrived at the station, along with a small batch of rice, both at 1.4 yuan per pound.
Because the amount of rice was limited, each family was given at most one pound.
Before work even started, there was a long queue at the gate.
Liu Qingqing wore an apron with sleeves, a hat and a homemade mask.
"Xiao Liu, why are you wearing a mask?" The older sister surnamed Wang from next door came over.
There were people wearing masks at this time, but most of them were doctors in hospitals and chefs who cooked for their superiors.
"Sister Wang, my throat is not clear, and I'm afraid that if I cough, the food will be sprayed into other people's food." The dust from this day is enough to fill my lungs.
"That's nothing to be afraid of." Sister Wang thought she was being pretentious.
Once everything is ready here, open the door and let people in.
Sister Wang's smiling expression suddenly stopped, and she started selling grain with a long face.
Liu Qingqing didn't care about anything else at this moment. She started to use the abacus, write the grain book, register, stamp and weigh the grain.
It seems that the idleness of half a month was all in preparation for this day.
"Comrade, I'll take five kilograms of rice and forty-five kilograms of flour."
"Only one pound of rice." Sister Wang said impatiently.
"What?" The man asked again, as if he didn't hear clearly.
"Go ahead, pull it, next one." Sister Wang threw the man's food book out and ignored him.
Liu Qingqing was busy with the work in her hands and also noticed the movement nearby.
She frowned, feeling helpless.
At this time, among the eight employees with "iron rice bowls", there are always some who think highly of themselves and are particularly arrogant to customers.
The customer who was scolded wanted to get angry, but he endured it while standing between the two queues, and planned to go to the end of the queue and queue again.
Liu Qingqing looked at the people in her row who had all been waiting in line since early morning, so she didn't bother to call anyone to cut in line.
I could only try to record as carefully as possible while keeping my hands moving.
When she saw the person who was scolded by Sister Wang again, he was standing in her team, listening to the conversation between Liu Qingqing and the person in front, fearing that he would be sent away again if he didn't hear clearly.
When it was his turn, he rubbed his hands hurriedly and said, "Comrade, how much rice can I buy?"
"The quantity is small this time, and each household can only buy one kilogram."
"Ah! What should I do?" He has a baby at home who needs rice and oil to feed.
He uttered an "ah" and recalled what had just happened. Fearing he would be picked up again, he hurriedly counted out 7 yuan and handed it over: "Hey, that's 49 kilograms of Fuqiang flour."
Liu Qingqing quickly recorded it, weighed it, and motioned for the other party to take it, then poured the flour and rice into the funnel beside the table one by one.
Customers only need to open the bag and connect it to the bottom of the funnel to take away the food.
Some people who come to buy grains at this time will buy coarse grains together, while others will only grab fine grains first, and then come back to buy coarse grains after a few days when there are no queues.
Even if you want to weigh it together, the salesperson will roll his eyes.
Fortunately, she was ready to recharge it, because she felt difficulty breathing after putting on the first mask for a while.
She took out the second one and put it on.
"You are Xiao Liu, right? I am Liu Gaihong's lover."
Liang Ben suddenly came in front of her, and she was about to ask him not to cut in line.
But the other party spoke first.
Well, at the service desks next to her, many relatives came to cut in line, and she still felt lucky that she had no relatives in the city.
It happened as soon as I said it.
"Oh, it's Sister Liu's lover. Please wait a moment." People are always under the eaves.
He quickly completed the process, then took out the brown sugar ticket that the person wanted from the space, put it in the grain book and handed it over.
"Well, Xiao Liu, I'm leaving first."
"Hey." She really didn't want to say anything polite, so she responded and continued to work on the next one.
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