Start as a farmer from an ordinary world

Chapter 3
After finishing all this, Wang Manyin turned over the hill again and walked towards Shigejie Commune along another path.

I have been so busy in the morning that I haven't eaten yet, so I just went to the cafeteria to have something to eat.

Now even the breakfast shops are state-run, and you have to give food stamps when you eat.Without food stamps, you can't even buy a bowl of millet porridge.What's even more amazing is that if you want to eat meat dishes, you need meat tickets.

But the price is really cheap. Sesame biscuits cost three cents each; oily buns cost four cents each, and half double.There are also meat buns, five cents each, no meat ticket, each is as big as a fist, and the real thing.

It is said that before rebirth, Wang Manyin didn't even want to eat meat for half a month.

It has only been four days now, and when he saw Roubaozi, he was like a relative, his eyes were shining.After paying the food stamps and money, I asked for five steamed buns and a bowl of millet porridge.

After just one bite, Wang Manyin was sure that the meat buns really contained meat, stuffed with pork, cabbage and scallions.

The mouth is full of oil, and the tongue is fragrant.

Cool!
Wang Manyin ate like a whirlwind, and it only took about ten minutes to pour five big meat buns and a bowl of millet porridge into his stomach.

This is called life, and finally had a full meal.

It's not easy to catch a trip to Jiji, so he plans to buy a few more catties of oiled buns and sesame seed buns to take back.

As a result, when the food coupons and money were taken out, they were directly rejected by the waitress.

"What do you mean, you don't sell food stamps?" Wang Manyin was confused.

"Not for sale, we have a limited supply. You bought them all, what will others eat?"

There is no way, the waiters are bullshit these days, otherwise why would a restaurant have a sticker saying "No beating and scolding customers".

"Sister, can I buy less? It's just two catties of steamed buns. Our chef in the restaurant is very skilled, so I want to take them home for my family to try." Wang Manyin could only make a second choice, and said good things with a shy face.

Youmomo is a specialty snack in the Loess Plateau, and it is also famous in later generations.Its method is very similar to northern fritters. It is made of yellow rice, white flour, buckwheat and other grains mixed with sugar and fried in a pan.It's just a round cake with a small hole in the middle.

The oily buns just out of the pan are very beautiful in color, crispy, sweet and delicious.

But these days, ordinary people can only eat steamed buns during festivals, and they also have to be mixed with a lot of cornmeal.

"Okay," the other party didn't refuse.

Two catties of oily steamed buns cost one six yuan, plus two catties of food stamps.

Money doesn't matter, the key food stamps make Wang Manyin feel distressed.In addition to the meat buns and millet porridge just now, more than three catties of food stamps were lost.

According to this way of eating, in a maximum of ten days, the food stamps in hand will be wiped out.

Save it for the future.

Coming out of the state-run restaurant, Wang Manyin went straight to the store of the supply and marketing cooperative.

As a later generation, the most unbearable thing for him is the hygiene problem, and he hides in the space to take a shower almost every day.

But the clothes couldn't be washed, and the rotten smell from the inside to the outside rushed straight to the nose.

I happen to have a few soap tickets on hand, so I plan to use them first.

If possible, buy toothpaste and toothbrush.I don't brush my teeth for four days, and the smell I breathe out even disgusts me.

The result is very depressing... The supply and marketing cooperative does have toothpaste, but it needs a special toothpaste ticket.

But the good news is that there is no ticket for tooth powder and toothbrush.

Wang Manyin had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, and directly bought two bags of tooth powder, plus two toothbrushes.

After coming out of the supply and marketing cooperative, he didn't wander around the market either.

The streets of Shigejie Commune are only 50 meters long, and you can piss from the beginning to the end in a single bath. The only decent building is the sales department of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Like the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in later generations, there is really nothing to see.

After leaving the Shigejie Commune, Wang Manyin saw no one around, and put the things he bought in the space as usual.

Then leave the dirt road and wander along the Dongla River.

It's only half an hour now, and it's still early before noon.

Instead, the sun rose high and the weather began to warm up.

In Wang Manyin's memory, there should be no fish in the Dongla River, but Wang Manyin does not believe in evil.

There is an old saying that goes well, where there is water, there are fish.Since the Dongla River is connected to the Yellow River, there must be fish in theory.

Wang Manyin has lived in the countryside for more than ten years and is very good at catching fish and shrimp.

There is little rain in autumn, and the surface of the Dongla River is less than two meters wide, and the flowing water in many places is as thin as hemp rope.

There are sparse reeds and thatch growing on the bank, which have been cut down by people, and only four-finger-long rhizomes are exposed.These two plants are good things, Wang Manyin plans to dig some and plant them by the space pond later.

The water and soil erosion on both sides of the Dongla River is serious, the water flow is turbid, and there are not even aquatic plants growing on the bottom of the river.He walked tens of meters along the high and low river banks, but he didn't see any small fish or shrimps.

Just when he was planning to change places, Wang Manyin was overjoyed.

Turning around a cliff, there happened to be a shoal about ten square meters in size, and the location was very hidden.The water depth is about 30 centimeters, and there are patches of bitter grass and weed grass growing, and even a few zigu seedlings.

On the aquatic plants, there are scattered snails.

According to experience, there are nine out of ten fishes in it.

Wang Manyin immediately took off his blue khaki jacket, padded jacket, and shoes, rolled up his sleeves and trousers, and got into the water.

As soon as one foot dipped into the water, it immediately shivered.

Cool, really cool!

Fish catchers have a saying that "there is fire on the head of the fish". Even in cold weather, as long as you go into the water for a while, you will not feel the cold.

After more than ten seconds of getting used to it, Wang Manyin slowly circled around to the water plants, and then suddenly lifted the balls of water plants to the shore with both hands.According to experience, in this season, fish generally hide in aquatic plants to keep warm.

Hurrah, the water is muddy.

Groups of aquatic plants were stirred ashore and spread out on the yellow ground.

"It really is!" Wang Manyin exclaimed excitedly.

Two loaches wriggled back and forth on the aquatic plants, and several ears of wheat and squid were bouncing around.

Before these guys escaped into the water, Wang Manyin quickly pulled them into the space pond through aquatic plants.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Just these few small fish, if they are raised well, the future is definitely promising.

Next, Wang Manyin continued to search and cleaned up the snails in the puddle.

In later generations, snails are also a rare delicacy.

Especially the spicy escargot, which is full of praise.

However, it is more troublesome to deal with. If it is not done well, the snail meat will become hard and fishy, ​​so most northerners don't like it very much.

When Wang Manyin went to work in the south, he tasted this dish once in a while and fell in love with it.

Later, he learned it exclusively from the Internet, and he did pretty well.

Wang Manyin searched the puddles and found two large handfuls of snails, almost enough for a dish.

After confirming that there are fish in the Dongla River, he is now full of motivation and continues to search along the river ditch, and soon finds another shoal.

As expected, a few small fish were also caught.

Just as Wang Manyin was about to enter the space, he subconsciously raised his head when he heard some movement.

My mother, I was almost scared to death!

Wolf?
From the received memory, I know that there are still wolves on the Loess Plateau in this era.Last winter, a child was taken away by wild wolves on the hillside.

But after taking a closer look, Wang Manyin heaved a sigh of relief.

It's a dirt dog.

This guy looked miserable, skinny, with choked fur on his back, and a few patches of mange.There is a long scar on the dog's head, like a knife cut, extending to the corner of the eye.

It stood on the loess pile a few meters away, and it didn't bark, just staring quietly with dog eyes.

Seeing this guy's eyes, Wang Manyin remembered a native dog named Rhubarb he raised when he was a child, and he was very human.

It seems to have a magical ability to accurately sense the owner's gaze.

As long as Wang Manyin casts his eyes on Rhubarb for a moment, even if it sleeps again, it will soon turn its head and bark a few times in response.

Unfortunately, Rhubarb was later captured by dog ​​thieves, which made Wang Manyin sad for a long time.

Seeing this guy in front of him, he moved a little bit of compassion.

After thinking about it, Wang Manyin brought a few small fish into the space.

When he came out again, he had an extra piece of steamed bun in his hand.

He threw it directly: "Eat it, dog!"

If other people saw it, they would probably call it a prodigal son and let the donkey kick their brains.People can't eat steamed buns these days, so they feed them to dogs. It's really a waste of good things.

The local dog whined a few times, turned around and disappeared with the oily bun in its mouth.

This incident was just an episode, and Wang Manyin didn't take it to heart.

He walked a few hundred meters downstream again, but found no more puddles with fish.

Feeling that his legs were blue from the cold, Wang Manyin hurriedly washed his feet and put on his shoes.

From a distance, I heard Xintianyou's desolate and miserable voices coming from the opposite mountain ridge.

"Brother, you go to the west exit. It's really hard for the younger sister to stay. I will hold my brother's hand and send you to the gate. Brother, go to the west exit. Don't make friends. If you make a lot of friends, you are afraid that you will forget your slave... "

Hearing the voice, it should be Old Man Du, a shepherd from Shichuan Village next door.

After traveling to this world for a few days, the voice that Wang Manyin heard most was Xintianyou, and almost everyone could sing it, including his predecessor.

It didn't sound interesting at first, but now I feel a little more, it's like a cry.

I am used to living a hard life, and when I have something on my mind, I can feel much more comfortable when I stand on the plateau and shout a few times.

(End of this chapter)