Sail across the sea

Chapter 104

"Hey, Gao Fan, why are you so late?"

Gao Fan bought two taels of cornmeal porridge and a big steamed bun. He just sat down at a table when a red light flashed in front of him. Xia Shihui, who was wearing a pink shirt, was already sitting opposite him.

"Sister, can you stop being so elusive?"

Gao Fan shook his head and said.

"Why did I disappear like a ghost?" Xia Shihui retorted dissatisfiedly, "I waved to you when you entered the cafeteria. It was you who were thinking about your own thoughts, and there was no one in your eyes. You blame me?"

"Is that so?" Gao Fan was stunned for a moment, and when he looked back, it seemed that his memory was blank for a few minutes just now. He couldn't even remember how he bought the food. It's no wonder that Xia Shihui, a big living person, walked in front of him, but he didn't even notice it.

Of course, Xia Shihui herself is indeed a person with a talent for ecstasy and ecstasy. She probably developed this ability when she was looking for mines in the mountains with her parents.

"What are you thinking?" Xia Shihui asked.

"What do you want to have for lunch today?"

"...Gao Fan, can you stop being so perfunctory?"

"Food is the most important thing for the people, why is it just perfunctory?"

"Student Gao Fan, you haven't eaten your breakfast yet. You can think about lunch at this time. My surname will not be Xia from now on, but Qiu."

"Student Qiu Shihui, let me tell you the truth. I was not only thinking about what to eat for lunch just now, but I was even thinking about what to eat tomorrow. Just now, one of my classmates told me that there is little land in his house, and everyone can't eat it." If he is full, he wants to save the food stamps and send them home so that his younger brothers and sisters can have a few full meals."

"...Is there such a thing?" Xia Shihui was stunned. After a pause, she nodded and said, "Actually, this kind of thing is not uncommon. When I was young, my parents and I went to the Southwest to look for mines. , Many places in the southwest are too poor to eat.

"I remember eating steamed buns when I was a child. I thought the outer skin was not tasty, so I secretly peeled it and threw it away. As a result, the children in the village I played with picked it up and ate it."

"And then?" Gao Fan asked.

Xia Shihui said: "Then I won't tear the buns."

"Wouldn't it be that those children ate one less bite?"

"No, every time I go out with an extra steamed bun, I share it with them. Many children say they have never eaten white noodles."

"You are a good person."

"Are you sincere?" Xia Shihui looked at Gao Fan suspiciously.

In this day and age, there is no such thing as "issuing good person cards", but saying that others are good people out of thin air always gives people a feeling of conspiracy.In Xia Shihui's mind, Gao Fan has always been a poisonous person, for example, she "appears and disappears like a ghost".Such a person suddenly praised her, but she dared not accept it.

"Of course it is sincere, do you want me to cut it open and show you right now?" Gao Fan gestured with a spoon on his chest, it seemed that as long as Xia Shihui nodded, he would take out a braised pig heart with the spoon and serve it to Xia Shihui's meal.

"Huh!" Xia Shihui snorted noncommittally, and then said: "So, when I see people who waste food, I find it particularly unbearable. Let me tell you, some of our girls will go to the window to buy half a meal after eating every day." A steamed bun, do you know what it is for?"

"Distributed to the children in the yard?" Gao Fan's mind was wide open.In fact, there is no way to find children who lack steamed buns in the courtyard of Peking University.

"That's not it. They use the half steamed bun to wash the dishes."

"Wash the dishes!" Gao Fan was startled, what kind of operation is this?
Xia Shihui said: "The food in our school tastes like no oil, but the bowl is full of oil after eating, so it can't be washed clean. I don't know who invented this method. After eating, I buy half a steamed bun and put the oil in the bowl. Wipe it off, and it will be easy to wash."

"Where are the steamed buns?"

"Of course I threw it away. Do you think they will eat it?"

"..."

Gao Fan is speechless, does this count as a long time to see each other?

Gao Fan knew that the oil in the cauldron was not easy to wash.The boys here always bring their rice bowls back to the dormitory and sprinkle some washing powder on them for washing.There are very few people from good families who can afford dish soap, but that is another matter.

He didn't pay attention to how the girls wash the dishes here. Hearing what Xia Shihui said, he thought it was not surprising that some girls bought half a steamed bun to wash the dishes.

There are two big steamed buns in the school, and some students can’t eat a whole one, so the cafeteria cut the steamed buns in half, and they can only buy half.The price of half a steamed bun is one or two tickets plus one cent, and the cost of the above ticket is more than two cents.

Calculated based on two meals a day, the cost of washing dishes in a month is 1.5 yuan. For students from decent families, it is not a burden, and it is even cheaper than buying dish soap.

In fact, in some small home experiences of later generations, the skills of how to wash pots and dishes with flour will also be taught, which is no different from washing dishes with steamed buns.

However, for a country that values ​​food more than the sky, this kind of behavior is called wasting food.Thinking of students like Wu Zixian still saving their rations to subsidize their families, and only hoping that their younger siblings would have enough to eat, Gao Fan didn't know what to say.

"Did you go to fight with them?" Gao Fan sighed and asked Xia Shihui.

"I want to fight, but I'm afraid I will be fired." Xia Shihui said.

"Everyone has their own aspirations. People use their own quota and spend their parents' money, so we don't care about it," Gao Fan advised.

Xia Shihui said: "That's the truth. It's just like when I was a child, I tore up the steamed bun skin and threw it away. Isn't it the same? It's just that I know it's wrong to do that now."

"Well, it's really nothing. When the country becomes rich in the future, our next generation can throw away the steamed bun skin with peace of mind." Gao Fan said.

In the era before he traveled, throwing away some steamed bun skins was really not a big treacherous thing, and some people followed the example of foreigners and slapped cakes on other people's faces.Outsiders can't say anything.

Xia Shihui didn't answer Gao Fan's words, but said: "By the way, you just said that your classmate wanted to send food stamps to his family. He should ask for national food stamps, right? I have some national food stamps in my hand. I'll give them to you later. Pass it on to your classmates."

"I don't need this." Gao Fan said, "Actually, I also have a surplus of national food stamps. I told him to give some to him, but he refused to take it. He said that he would use his ration to exchange for my national food stamps, and it was a one-time plan. Two catties of two-faced tickets are exchanged for one catty of national food stamps."

"You boys have a lot of food, and food stamps are not rich. We girls have a small appetite, and food stamps are redundant. Many of our classmates exchange food stamps with fellow villagers for eggs." Xia Shihui said.

"Oh, are things like this common?" Gao Fan asked.

Xia Shihui said: "Of course it's common. You boys don't have enough food stamps, so you rarely change things. Almost everyone here is like this."

"This is a way..."

Gao Fan suddenly had an idea.

　Reminds me of many dusty past events...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)