The black-hearted lady brought space to the countryside(1)

Chapter 10 Food for wages

The others had already separated to dig the soil and start working. She pulled the village chief aside, mysteriously, "Uncle, I'll give you the wages first. You know, I can't provide meals. You can find it from the wages." After thinking about it, the hand that took out the money paused again, "But, uncle, do you want money for this wages? I see that everyone seems to have no strength. Can I use food to pay?" She also saw that in this situation, they might not be able to buy food even if they were given money. Sure enough, Liu Weimin's eyes widened immediately,

"You, you have food?"

He nodded simply and spoke softly,

"Didn't you say yesterday that my bags were heavy? There are about 100 kilograms there, can you send them first? My father's leader will mail me once, I guess it will be about 100 kilograms, I will keep a few dozen kilograms for myself, and I estimate that there will be 130 or 40 kilograms left. Do you think it's enough? If not, I will give you more money."

The little girl smiled shyly, and Liu Weimin was surprised and felt a little powerless to bully the child.

But he didn't want to be so shameless now, being alive was better than anything else.

When he talked to a group of men, several of them immediately had red eyes. They came here hoping to get some rewards, but who knew that they could actually give them food. Although it was not much, it was something that money couldn't buy now.

"Give them to the little girl, I'll go back and get you some food. After work, I'll find some water and cook some porridge for my mother, wife and children. Isn't life going to get better?"

"This side is close to the mountain, listen carefully, if there's any trace of the pillar, hurry up and get it back."

"Don't worry, village chief!"

As if he had been injected with chicken blood, he was working just now, and now he's dancing vigorously.

"Don't worry, I promise to make it solid, warm and clean for you."

Simple is not bluffing. After getting off the car, she put some coarse grains in her bag. She said she moved here, how could it be all light?

She has it, but can she say, 'I have food, I'll give it to you'? She's just crazy.

She can only try to exchange what they need when they need to trade.

Just like now, they work, and she gives them the reward for their labor.

She handed the bag of grain directly to Liu Weimin. To be honest, he was the village chief, and his family had been out of food for a long time. For the past three months, they had been eating wild vegetables mixed with old bran and ground corn husks. Even so, many families could not eat.

There was still more than a month before the autumn harvest, and Liu Weimin was worried. He went to the commune to beg for help, but it was useless. There was no surplus food anywhere. What else could he talk about in the predicament of not being able to protect himself?

Now, when he saw the clean coarse grains, he loved them more than his own son.

Even the four or five-year-old little Heidan widened his eyes,

"It's grain!"

It was indeed coarse grains, all collected from the Lin family. She felt disgusted when she thought about that family, and she would definitely not be able to eat it.

Another small bag of cornmeal was pulled out from another bag, weighing about ten pounds, and was handed to Liu Weimin's wife.

"Uncle, will it take another day or two before I can move into this house? Aunt, this is my food for the next few days."

Wang Guihua was still in a daze when she was stuffed with food.

"What?"

Liu Weimin took a look and said nothing. He stood up and went to handle the house formalities with Jiandan, and asked someone to move the food that was exchanged for the house away. For a moment, the news spread in the village like wings.

"This is the proof of the house. It's yours. I don't know how you got these grains off the car, 245 kilograms. Now grain is in short supply, and the village took advantage of this. I collected 200 kilograms of the house and repairs.

With these, the villagers can live until the autumn harvest."

Jian Dian actually couldn't figure it out. There were 80 households in the village, at least 300 people, and many families had three generations living together. There was still a month and a half to live on 200 kilograms of grain. How could one person survive with less than one kilogram of grain?

"Uncle, leave them all. I'll go to the commune with the third uncle and get the one from the post office. I'll keep some and give you the rest."

In the previous life, I faced either vicious enemies or wealthy people. How could I have experienced such a scene? Jian Dian said that he couldn't stand it.

Uncle Liu San looked at the sky, the sun was high in the sky,

"If you want to go, you'd better hurry up, otherwise you'll have to wait until dark again."

When she passed the entrance of the village, those people were working hard, and the wall was half built. At this speed, Jian Dan thought that she might be able to move in tomorrow.

Mailing was naturally an excuse. When she arrived at the commune post office, she inserted the letter to Zhu Yan and Chen Hongjun to report her safety into the mailbox, and then took out three bags of grain at a corner. Yes, three bags, a total of about 240, too much is not good, this is enough.

The ox cart was just opposite the post office. Seeing her carrying a bag out, Uncle Liu was startled and quickly directed the old ox to turn the cart around. He also looked around vigilantly.

"Why so many?"

Jian Jian jumped into the cart.

"There are also some for my father's comrades, put together. Uncle San, I want to go to the supply and marketing cooperative. There are many people over there. You can just stop at this intersection. I will be back soon."

Uncle Liu really didn't dare to walk around. There was so much food on the cart. He could only tell her to go and come back quickly.

Jian Jian didn't have anything to buy, but she was about to move into her own house. She had to get a pot on the surface. This was a big item and her bag couldn't fit it. There weren't many people in the supply and marketing cooperative. She looked around and found that there was no such rare thing as a big iron pot. Even supplies such as kitchen knives, hoes and sickles were in short supply.

She bought some needles and thread, and thought about the state-owned restaurant a few doors away, so she bought a few lunch boxes.

A good cook cannot cook without rice. There is not much food here, and there is not much food in the state-owned restaurants.

Forget about meat buns and braised pork. There are still some dry food with Northeastern characteristics, which are the big pancakes eaten in later generations. This is a big pancake with vegetable stuffing, and the cornmeal is not very finely ground. There are oil, vegetables and staple food. It is a shortcut for many housewives during the busy farming season. It is already a good meal, especially in this year when everything is scarce. The stuffing inside is rare meat.

She is young, tender-faced, and has a good attitude. In the end, in order to secretly send two tomatoes, she secretly packed all the stocks that were out of the pot, wrapped them in several oil paper bags, and put them in the backpack.

Walking to the corner, in the shadow, he took out the main purpose of this time, a large iron pot with ten seals, and put it on his head.

Uncle Liu San was sitting in the car and watching intently. He turned his head accidentally and saw an iron pot moving little by little in the distance. It seemed to be coming towards him. He looked back at the three bags of grain on the car and was so scared that he jumped into the car and drove away.