How to Thrive in the ’60s

Rebirth 60 Good Times 415 Author Arthur 2257 words

As soon as the sun was shining, the old village head opened his eyes right on time. Hearing the howling wind outside the window and the crackling of the window paper on the edge of the window, his brows were tightly knit together before he could relax. Right now, it is getting colder and colder every day, and many families in the village are about to run out of food. If the relief food is not allocated, it is estimated that many people will not be able to survive this winter. "Alas..." The old village chief put on his old padded jacket, sighed, moved to the edge of the kang, and lit a pipe. The village head's wife was making the quilt, smelling the choking smell of smoke, and muttered unhappily, "Why did you smoke again in the morning? I don't even know what happened to your throat, you can cough Splitting the fork, why don’t you know how to stretch it a little? By the way, when you went to the town yesterday, what did the leader say, when will the relief food be given?” The village chief paused holding the dry tobacco bag, and turned his head Glancing at his wife, he got off the kang and put on his shoes, and walked outside with his back bent. "This tobacco leaf smells strong, I'll go out and smoke it." "You old man! Why don't you give me food or not? Many people came to ask me yesterday. Hey~! Early in the morning, the outside Isn't it cold..." Hearing his wife's questioning, the village chief walked more hastily, but as soon as he entered the main room, the village chief's eyes were attracted by the white paper at the main entrance. "As entrusted by someone, give the villagers 50,000 catties of corn cobs, 10,000 catties of wheat ears, and 70,000 catties of cabbage for free. The things are placed behind the stage and distributed to the villagers as soon as possible. Don't let the news out." Look clearly on the paper. After the content, the tobacco bag in the village head's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", the hand holding the paper began to tremble, and the corners of his eyes gradually became wet. Worried that he had read it wrong, the old village head rubbed the corners of his eyes again, carefully read the content on the paper, looked up and looked around, carefully folded the paper, stuffed it into the pocket of his clothes, and ran to the brigade headquarters with his legs lifted. Fifty thousand catties of corn! Ten thousand catties of wheat ears! Could it be that someone coaxed him to play? There is so much grain, but the harvest of 60 to 70 mu of land in a good year, how can anyone give away the harvest of 60 to 70 mu of land as soon as they make a move? It's all fine grains. Even if you really want to give it away, who can have such a great ability to get so much food to give away? How much does it cost! Could it be that someone coaxed him to play with that letter... The village chief thought wildly all the way, and quickly ran into the brigade headquarters, and ran in directly through the small door next to the stage. The village chief was almost dumbfounded at the first glance when he turned into the backstage! On the wide and flat bluestone floor, what catches the eye is grain and cabbage piled up like hills, yellow ears of wheat, golden corn cobs, and green, tender and juicy Chinese cabbage. The village chief rubbed his eyes vigorously, then stretched out his hand and gave himself a mouthful, only then did he confirm that he had read correctly. It's really food! Someone really sent food to the village! The people in the village can finally survive! Even if he closes his eyes now, he is not afraid of losing face to his ancestors. The village chief's lips trembled uncontrollably, he kept wiping the wet corners of his eyes, grabbed a handful of ears of wheat, rubbed them in the palm of his hand, blew off the empty shells, picked up two dry and full grains, and put them in his mouth. Chewed carefully. This wheat is grown really well, and the smell of wheat is really strong. But which kind-hearted person gave this old food? Who has such a great ability to transport tens of thousands of catties of grain to the village without disturbing the 2,000 people in the village? This old man has a lot of food, and there is no sack bag, how did he move it to the back of the stage? oops! Could it be... the ancestors appeared! Wiping the corners of his eyes, the village head took a few steps around to the middle of the stage, knelt down in the direction of the damaged Earth Temple in the back village, and kowtowed five times. This must be a sign of the ancestors! Otherwise, how to explain the food thing? It was almost time to go to work. Instead of lighting up, the sky became darker and darker. Sporadic snow fell from the sky from time to time, mixed with the wanton roaring wind, and it hurt people's faces. Blown by the bitter cold wind, the village head quickly calmed down. Seeing that it was almost time to go to work, he quickly found a hemp rope to tie up the wooden door entering the stage, and went out through the small door on the side to the old accountant. go. The person who left the letter said,

If he wanted to distribute the food to the villagers as soon as possible, without letting him leak the news, he had to find the old accountant to do the total, and see what to do about it. When passing by Lao Yun's house, the village chief paused, and a thought flashed through his mind: Did Chief Bai send those grains for Chang Nan's sake? In recent years, there have been only three workers in their village, and a college student Yun Shuilian. No matter how powerful and capable these people are, they can't get tens of thousands of catties of fine grain. After all the calculations, Chief Bai is the most likely to give food. He is the commander of the military region, and he is in charge of so many soldiers. With one order, the People's Liberation Army can send food in without anyone noticing. It's just that this matter is also mysterious. No matter how commander Bai is, he probably won't be able to get so much food and give it to the villagers for nothing. Besides, why did Chief Renbai give their village so much food? Even for Xiao Changnan's sake, it's fine to take care of Lao Yun's family in private, but what's the point of taking care of the whole village together... Yun Shang didn't know that the village head almost suspected Bai Yancheng, so what would happen? Carrying a present, Er'er followed Gu Shinian into Lao Han's house. In the yard, Zhang Mingyang was raising his head and opening his mouth to catch the snowflakes falling from the air. When he saw the two of them entering the door, he let out a strange cry and rushed towards Gu Shinian with a smile. "Brother Shi Nian, didn't you go to the provincial capital? When did you come back? Sister Yunshang also came back together? I, Brother Han Yang, wrote back and said that I played with you in the provincial capital!" !" Gu Shinian patted Zhang Mingyang's head with a smile, and continued, "I came back after ten o'clock last night, is Grandpa Han and Grandma Han at home?" "My grandpa went out for a walk, and my grandma is at home." Zhang Mingyang surrounded Watching Gu Shinian circle around, he yelled into the room again, "Grandma! Brother Shi Nian and Sister Yunshang are here!" Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Han came out of the room wiping the water beads off her hands. Seeing Gu Shinian and Yun Shang, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth together, he quickly pulled the two closer to the room, and searched for delicious treats. Yun Shang took a sip of the sweet and warm syrup, took out the trough cake in the bag, and handed the soft fire to Zhang Mingyang, and asked Mrs. Han, "Grandma Han, can you and my Grandpa Han stay home?" The old lady Han put the persimmon cakes and red dates she found in Yunshang's hand, and said with a smile, "Okay! I'm going to help you on the street with your grandpa Han recently. I'm busy every day!"