Jiang Baige returned home and went back to her room, eager to read the letter.
Communication at that time was not as convenient as it is in later generations, and it usually took only one letter to exchange between people.
This letter arrived around the time when she sent something back last time. Her family had already received it, so they quickly wrote to tell her.
When she opened the letter, it was pretty much what she had thought. Every sentence was asking her if she was used to the place, if she was feeling well, asking her to take good care of herself, and to keep the good stuff for herself.
Jiang Baige doesn’t have time to go to the county town for the time being, otherwise she would have to send some of her defective cloth back home.
As far as I can remember, my family hasn't made new clothes in several years.
If you send back good quality fabric, it might be too eye-catching. If you send back defective fabric with some patches, no one will ask any questions.
These days are not the future. No one will say anything if you buy a bag or a new piece of clothing.
But nowadays, don’t even think about it. If you want to eat better than others or dress better than others, you are a capitalist.
Everyone is very poor, but you are richer than others.
If your money comes from unknown sources, it will arouse envy, jealousy and hatred. Some people will definitely feel embarrassed and report you.
If you want to be better than others, you have to do it quietly.
Even though Jiang Baige is rich now, she can't do anything openly. She can just eat at home where no one can see, but she has to dress like everyone else. She just has to endure it for a few years.
After the 1980s, many people became rich overnight, and she had to make the Jiang family the first group of people to earn 10,000 yuan.
Rainy days are a good time to sleep. After reading the letter, she yawned.
The raindrops dripped like a lullaby.
Jiang Baige simply took a nap. After she had a good rest, she still had things to do in the evening.
Chen Defu ate a few buns at home to fill his stomach and then went to the villager's house.
He had to find a few young, strong and responsible men to hold a meeting.
He didn't dare to entrust such a matter to an unreliable person.
Organizing militia to guard the food is urgent and cannot be delayed for a moment.
The villagers in the neighboring village were on the verge of running out of food. With dozens of households and one or two hundred mouths to feed, it was inevitable that some people would have evil thoughts.
If anything happened to their food supply, he would have no place to cry.
As long as we hand over the grain after these few days, we won’t have to worry.
The corn in the field will not be harvested for more than a month, so there will be no problem for the time being.
After all the grain was collected, he distributed it in advance.
After dinner, Jiang Baige urged Grandma Meng to go into the house to rest.
She will be going out for something later, so it would be best for Grandma Meng to go back to her room to rest. She also left her a bag of peanuts and sunflower seeds so that she can use them to kill time when she is bored.
Otherwise, this restless old lady might go here and there to touch it again, or even go outside to sort out firewood.
Grandma Meng had a criminal record. One day, it was already midnight and the old lady was still outside collecting firewood. She beat the wheat straw distributed by the village into dough twists.
With Jiang Baige's personality, there is no need to beat the wheat straw into twists. It can be burned as it is, just a little wasteful.
After telling Grandma Meng that she was going out, Jiang Baige secretly left when it got dark.
She controlled the space and left the village before she took out her bicycle.
It was already dark, but because it had rained during the day, the moon was obscured by clouds, making it difficult for her to ride her bike.
She didn't have a flashlight either. The last time she went to the county town, she hadn't even thought of having a flashlight.
She hadn't looked at many places in the space, such as the electrical appliance area. She couldn't use the items she took out anyway, so she hadn't checked out what was there.
Flashlights are no longer popular in later generations, so she probably doesn't have one.
So I spread out my hands, and with a thought, I silently said flashlight in my mind, but the result was that there was nothing in my hands.
There was no choice but to put the bicycle back into the space and light two candles.
She entered the space only when she was almost at Qinghe Village.
She left the space only when she arrived at the door of Zhao's house, and brought the backpack out with her.
The Zhao family had quite a few people, eight in total, big and small. If she prepared too little food, she was afraid it wouldn't be enough, but if she prepared too much, she wouldn't be able to carry it all.
There was a bag of rice in the space that weighed exactly 20 kilograms, so she prepared a bag of rice.
Twenty kilograms of bulk millet were also prepared. During famine, millet saved many lives.
Although the millet harvest was not good, Chenjia Village still planted two acres of millet.
Flour was also prepared in bags weighing ten pounds each, and she took out two bags.
Judging from Uncle Zhao's tone, his family should be wealthy.
She can't come here often, so please prepare more and come back in two months.
Fortunately, when she left home, she took the backpack under the eaves. Now all these things are packed in it, and the backpack is just full. If there was no backpack, it would be really inconvenient to carry them.
She packed half a carton of eggs in the space and only prepared fifty eggs.
At the current rate of six cents each, it's only three dollars.
What people lack most at this time is protein.
Eggs, oil and meat, you really can’t buy these without tickets.
He carried food on his back and a box of eggs in his arms.
In one hand he was holding a five-jin piece of pork belly and ten-jin of pork fat.
He kicked the door, waiting for the person inside to open it.
Uncle Zhao blew out the lights after dinner and sent his daughter-in-law and two grandsons back to their rooms. After all, it was not convenient for the children to know about this matter, so it was better for them not to be present.
Uncle Zhao, Aunt Zhao, and their two sons were waiting in the main room, keeping their ears alert to any noise outside.
It was getting dark, and I didn't know whether this girl would come or not.
He was also annoyed that he hadn't asked her where she was coming from so that he could go to greet her.
Hearing the sound at the door, Uncle Zhao said, "Turn on the light quickly, I'll go take a look."
Kerosene was also very expensive at that time. When not in use, it was blown out. Every penny saved was a penny earned.
The eldest brother of the Zhao family quickly agreed, "Hey."
Then he took out a match and lit the kerosene lamp.
As soon as Uncle Zhao opened the door, he saw a dark shadow at the door.
"Girl, you're here."
His voice was very soft, as he was afraid that he would speak too loudly and be heard by the people next door.
Jiang Baige responded, "Uncle, hurry up and let me take it. I can't carry it anymore."
The old lady came over and when she heard the little girl say it was heavy, she quickly helped her take the cardboard box from her hand and took the meat as well.
Uncle Zhao also helped to take the backpack and held it in his hands. It was quite heavy.
I thought, "What are these? They are really heavy. The little girl must have carried them all here."
Uncle Zhao said, "Girl, let's go inside and talk."
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