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Song Yingying said: "As for repairing the tractor, there is a rumor in the brigade that Qian Xiangdong commanded the tractor driver to repair the tractor. Is this true?"
Song Yingying is worthy of being a beauty in the brigade. Even though she has sunburned from working in the field for many years, she is still very beautiful. With two shiny big braids, he looked at Lu Shi with all his attention with a pair of innocent, watery eyes, as if he could not see anyone else except him.
"If it were other educated youths who knew a little bit about the young Mu Ai, they would definitely be convinced by these eyes.
Lu Shi just wanted to stop working, so not only did he not understand, he even vaguely regarded all those who might be interested in Qian Xiangdong as competitors.
Yes, competitors. They all have a common purpose, to coax money from Xiangdong to work for themselves. What are they other than competitors?
Lu Shi narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a bad tone: "What do you want to do by asking this?"
Song Yingying was choked and almost lost her breath. She didn't know how much self-control she had to use not to roll her eyes in front of so many male educated youths.
"It's nothing, I just asked casually. The news spread throughout the brigade, and even other brigade knew about it. They spread the word about him as a miracle, saying that he can even solve problems that technicians cannot solve."
Lu Shi snorted coldly from his nostrils, and Dou Weisheng felt the awkward atmosphere that could break apart, and hurriedly said as a peacemaker: "The entire brigade knows about this matter. Everyone is curious and curious."
Dou Weisheng is not only the team leader of the male educated youth, but also the team leader of the entire educated youth point. He is responsible for communicating on everything.
We usually get along well with Lu Shi, so Lu Shi just gives him face and doesn¡¯t say anything.
Naturally, Jin Guizhi¡¯s family, who was in the same team at the same time, also got the news.
Jin Guizhi couldn't explain how she felt in her heart. She was a little proud. Her brother Xiang Dong was so good that he could repair a tractor. It was a tractor. She didn't even dare to touch it for fear of breaking it.
But at the same time, she is a little bit sad. After all, Qian Xiangdong is still having a temper with her and refuses to help her.
Yes, until now, Jin Guizhi still doesn¡¯t think that she and Qian Xiangdong are over, she still thinks that they are just having trouble.
Dong Caifeng snorted coldly and said with a strange tone: "I don't know that Qian Xiangdong still has this ability."
Jin Guizhi said with a touch of pride: "Brother Xiang Dong has always been very good."
"What does being awesome have to do with you? You asked him to marry you!" Hearing her daughter's words, Dong Caifeng was like a firecracker being lit up, crackling: "You think I gave birth to a waste like you, even with such a little bit of energy? If you don¡¯t even get back the betrothal gift, you will have to eat and eat every day.¡±
Jin Guizhi lowered her head, not daring to argue with her mother. Ever since Qian Xiangdong stopped working for her and couldn't get full cents, Dong Caifeng looked down on her more and more.
"Okay, let's see who you showed off your motherly face that night. Even your good days have made you feel depressed. You are really useless and useless. You can't even catch a man. You and I have to step in. After the farm work is over, I If you go there again, the worst thing you can do is not give so many colorful gifts."
As soon as Jin Guizhi heard this, she felt deep joy in her heart. If her mother is willing to lower the bride price this time, Brother Xiang Dong will definitely agree.
She can finally marry Brother Xiangdong. If she marries him, he will definitely let her have enough to eat without having to do such tiring work.
Jin Guizhi¡¯s eyebrows were filled with joy, and she wished she could share the good news with Qian Xiangdong immediately. But the meal was ready at this time, and she knew that if she ran out at this moment, her family would definitely not leave food for her, so she did not run to tell Qian Xiangdong the good news.
It wasn¡¯t until the busy farming season was over that Qian Xiangdong had time to attend to his own personal matters.
Calculating the days, it¡¯s almost time to go to the black market. Chunzhong has been so busy in the past few days. He has never had a fever again, and he still has enough strength every day. It seems that it is not due to his health.
Qian Xiangdong went to Zhang Mancang's house to borrow a bicycle first as usual, probably because he had repaired the tractor, or maybe because of the handful of candies last time. In short, Zhang Mancang was much more enthusiastic this time than before, and he opened the letter of introduction more happily. .
With everything ready, Qian Xiangdong got up early the next day and rushed to the county.
With the experience from last time, Qian Xiangdong is more familiar with it this time. First he pushed the bicycle into the space, then dressed himself up and went straight to the last place to get rice and noodles.
He holds a little bit of rice noodles in each hand so that the customers who come to buy goods can see clearly what he is selling.
Soon someone came over and asked the price, "Young man, how do you sell this rice and noodles?"
Qian Xiangdong said as usual: "Twenty-eight cents, please vote."?.
???Here, in the first few years of the big pot meal, the pigs were raised by the brigade. Private property was not allowed at that time, and every family's iron pot was taken out and put in the brigade for everyone to use.
In recent years, the policy has become much better, allowing every household to raise pigs, but the number of pigs raised must be reported. At the end of the year, each household must hand over the number of pigs to the commune based on the number of pigs it raises, and the rest is its own.
It sounds like there are a lot of people left in the village, but that¡¯s not the case.
First of all, there is a quota, and you are not allowed to raise more. Secondly, even if they were raised more, there would be no food to feed them. People nowadays don't have the time to do any scientific pig raising, so pigs are prone to getting sick. Therefore, at the end of the year, only one and a half pigs are left. The farmers are naturally reluctant to eat all the meat. After all, it is money, so they usually keep a little and sell the rest to the supply and marketing cooperative.
Although private sales are not allowed at this time, the eggs and the like collected by the villagers are allowed to be sold to the supply and marketing cooperative.
¡°Perhaps the policy was loosened in the mid-to-late 1970s, or it may be that the situation in each place is different. Anyway, in the place where Qian Xiangdong is located, the meat left over from killing pigs can be sold to the villagers on the spot, but it is not allowed to be sold outside the village.
The captain will not care, and the commune will also turn a blind eye, and no one will pursue the speculation. However, some time ago, it was really not allowed to criticize, fight, and punish, but now it is not so strict, it is OK, but it cannot be sold casually like later generations, and it can be sold to anyone.
Qian Xiangdong thought for a moment and found that there was indeed oil in his supermarket, both in barrels and non-barrels.
??This is not the same as the current generation¡¯s emphasis on health preservation and healthy eating. Freshly squeezed soybean oil has been greatly sought after. Naturally, their supermarket has also kept pace with the times, and someone has dedicated a counter to sell freshly squeezed soybean oil. There are also the old-fashioned reusable oil drums that we used before, which weigh 20 pounds.
When Qian Xiangdong thought that the oil drums were complete and there was no secret, this business could be done, so he nodded and said: "Yes. How much do you want?"
Shao Yuan was really shocked now. There was even oil. You must know that oil is only slightly easier to prepare than meat.
Every household is given per capita. Generally speaking, each person gets half a catty of oil, about twenty to thirty catties of grain, and a few taels of meat per month. There will be more heavy physical labor. Depending on age, children will have half or even less than adults.
"How many kilograms can you get?" After realizing it, Shao Yuan was overjoyed. He could also get oil, but not much. It was not as easy as food. The family members were not willing to eat the little they got. Take it out and sell it. If he could buy it here, his family would be able to eat more.
The brothers following Shao Yuan and Li Xinghe thought they were lucky to be able to buy rice noodles of such good quality, but they didn¡¯t expect they could also buy oil. Suddenly everyone's faces lit up with joy.
Qian Xiangdong glanced at the people, and estimated the amount they could eat, and said, "Twenty kilograms."
The smiles of several people couldn't stop. They divided it equally. Each person could get four to five kilograms. This was one person's share for ten months.
Even the mature and steady Shao Yuan was happy, let alone the others.
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