At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Webmaster Zhang walked into the grain warehouse with a red notebook, glanced at his daughter who was doing nothing, clapped his hands, and made another move, signaling everyone to stop the machine.

"It's quiet. I believe everyone has guessed the reason why I came here. They all lined up one by one, and those who read the names came over to get their salary last month!"

There is no so-called enthusiastic cheer, but everyone's face is filled with joy.

Zhou Wenzhong also remembered that today is the day to pay wages, and he earned 25 cents last month. This is a big income. Based on the current housing price in Guxiang, Nanlu, the standard price of 5 yuan to 8 yuan per square meter, 25 cents is enough to buy 0.038 square meters, and then converted to a price of 200,000 yuan per square meter in later generations. The value of this 25 cents is equivalent to more than 7,600 yuan in 68 years.

That’s right! Zhou Wenzhong just makes fun of hardships and learns the spirit of Ah Q. Life is about learning how to deceive yourself and make fun of yourself so that you can live a life. Otherwise, it would be too tiring!

"Zhou Wenzhong! Come here and get your salary! It's your turn."

"Here's here."

Zhou Wenzhong slapped his clothes and walked to the table. Webmaster Zhang dipped his fingers and spitted on several pages of the record book, and found Zhou Wenzhong's quantity records.

"You worked for one day last month. According to the records, it's a total of 25 cents. Look at the number on the books, right?"

"That's right!"

"You sign a name and I'll get you the money."

"good!"

After signing his name, Webmaster Zhang counted the money and handed it over. Zhou Wenzhong took it with both hands and thanked him. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his wrist was caught by Webmaster Zhang.

"Director Zhang, do you have something else?"

"It's nothing, I just want to know you."

"Yeah! That's not easy. Today I'll pay my salary and I'll treat you to dinner! We can eat at this 250 cents. You can go home and call your wife out, and everyone will join us to have fun."

"It's a bit interesting. Go ahead and go."

“Hey.”

Zhou Wenzhong left with his salary last month, and the next person to receive the salary was Ma Erbao.

It didn't take long, and Ma Erbao came over with a stack of money, holding a few other tickets.

“How much did you receive?”

"Hehe...13 yuan, 4 cents, 4 cents. Look."

Zhou Wenzhong looked at Ma Erbao's hand that was grabbing money, pointed to some bills, and then asked: "Why do you have subsidy tickets? Did you work overtime last month?"

Ma Erbao showed off and said, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk... I didn't work overtime. Don't you understand? Since I started working on the first day, my organizational relationship was dropped by the street office to Erliang Station. I am a minority. I saw it. This month, I have cloth tickets of 1 city meter and soybean oil tickets of 2 city liang. These are all subsidies, and they don't conflict with the grain book at all. Have you seen tickets of this color? Take them to take them and take a look."

Zhou Wenzhong took it over easily. It was indeed different from the usual bills, with significantly fewer patterns on it.

The subsidy ticket reads: Beijing City Grain Bureau. It also has a special seal for ethnic minorities.

"Where are you buying things with your tickets?"

"Ethnic goods counters! There is a department store, and there is also a supply and marketing cooperative opened by an ethnic goods company in Niu Street. You can buy it when you go."

"Oh! Can you do me a favor?"

"Brother Zhong, you said, "A sea of ​​swords and fire!"

"Don't be so serious, I just want to ask you, can I join your teaching?"

"hiss……"

"hiss………"

"Um?"

Why could Ma Erbao make two kinds of sounds of breathing? Before he could ask, Zhou Wenzhong heard the sound of Zhang Xiufang talking behind him.

"I think you're doing these subsidy tickets?"

"Nonsense! Go and play, don't affect my discussion on joining process with Ma Erbao."

What Zhou Wenzhong thought in his heart was: After joining, he could get at least a few free tickets every month! It doesn’t matter when the wind blows. Then he hid in Niujie and let them catch them! Keep them in a custody and let them lie down and go out.

And maybe even let the Lishu Temple come forward and separate his household registration. Zhou Deming, a cheap man, would never dare to go against Lishu Temple! He knew that if he did this, he would be seeking death.

In addition, if you get married at the age of 20, that is, in 1965 and 1966, your child will take the college entrance examination around 1984. At that time, let the child go to the [Minority Preparatory Class] for one month first, and you can get extra points during the college entrance examination! I have worked hard for my offspring.

Overall, the benefits of joining the teaching method by yourself outweigh the disadvantages! At least 5 times more!!!

Ma Erbao asked, "Brother Zhong, this matter is not bad, I dare not agree to you at once. Let's do this. I have to go to the temple every Friday. After the [worship], I will ask the imam to see what he says."

"Okay! Then I'll wait for your good news."

"I can't promise this first. If you borrow money, I dare to agree to you. I really don't dare to accept this matter if you ask."

Zhou Wenzhong patted Ma Erbao on the shoulder.

"No matter whether this matter is successful or not, it will not affect the relationship between us brothers. Let's go after get off work."

"good!"

"What a fool! You two are ready to leave early again!"

Zhang Xiufang jumped out of the sack behind the two of them. Maybe she was shocked and was turning her ankles with grinning.

"It's almost done, I just leave a few minutes early! Don't forget that I invited you to have a snack at noon."

"I have to work overtime tonight. Are you two doing it? This time each person will give two taels of food coupons."

"Don't do it!"

When Ma Erbao heard his brother Zhong’s answer, of course he had to follow him. What a joke? I will hit him wherever Brother Zhong pointed!

"I don't do it either! Whoever loves to do it!"

"Can you two be a little enlightened?"

"Okay, I, Zhou Wenzhong, cheer you up in my heart! Let's go."

Zhou Wenzhong and Ma Erbao left the grain warehouse gate with their arms around each other. Zhang Xiufang waved her fan and shouted, "Don't you want to fan?"

"No, you can take it home and play, keep it well. Don't give it to Cei."

The two of them walked a long way to the main road, one heading north and the other heading south.

Zhou Wenzhong was wandering around aimlessly. In fact, there is another advantage in joining the church, which is that he can take a free shower every Friday when he goes to the temple and serves the week.

"People pass by the wind, and flowers bloom and fall freely, and now they are all...Huh? Who has steamed buns? Hiss, hiss..."

This strong wheat aroma, a pure white flour steamed bun, is so luxurious! It is not good to eat it like this in the year of disaster!

Zhou Wenzhong followed the taste and came to a wooden cart more than 1 meter high. It was like an ice cream cart, covered with a thick quilt, and the cart was printed: No. 0117, Dongcheng District.

This is a kind of independent businessman who has no signature and no font size. The superiors do not allow them to have font sizes, and they can only have numbers.

Behind the trolley was an old lady about 1.5 meters tall. She had a kind face and wrinkles. She should be about 60 years old. Her hair was invisible and she was wearing a sanitary hat. She also had several water heaters and a coal stove under her feet. A large steamer was placed on the fire, which was steaming.

Although she was guarding the coal stove, the old lady was still so cold that she couldn't bear it and was standing and stomping her feet.

"Auntie, how do you sell these steamed buns?"

"What did you call me?"

"Auntie! Don't call you aunt? What should you call you? You can't call you sister, right?"

"I am your aunt's aunt!"

"Okay, I'm also clumsy and didn't see it."

"Shandong's big steamed buns, 3 cents per pound, and 1 kilogram of grain coupon. If you sell Danlun at a large scale, you can add 4 cents per pound of grain coupons. My steamed bun looks like Xuanteng, but it is actually very solid. I will knead 3 steamed buns for a pound of white flour. Can you calculate the bill?"

After saying that, I lifted up the lid of the pot, and the smell of hot steam mixed with wheat came to my face.

Zhou Wenzhong took out his head and looked at it and said, "Hehe... I can count it, but it doesn't matter if I can't count it. Because I don't have food coupons."

"Why are you here to come without food coupons?"

The old lady was so angry that she buckled the lid of the pot and was about to criticize Zhou Wenzhong for another sentence.

"I'm not sniffing the fragrance! What a good guy, I just closed my eyes and touched it. You didn't pick your skills!"

These two good words may be praised by the old lady who sells steamed buns, or it may be that the weather is too cold, the old lady has no business here and no one is chatting with her. It was quite boring at this time, and Zhou Wenzhong happened to come to accompany her to relieve her boredom.

"That's it! If you want to say something else, my old lady won't fight you. If you say steamed noodles, tell you the truth, boy, we have been working in our family for 81 years! Sit down and say."

“Oh. OK.”

Zhou Wenzhong sat in front of the old lady like an obedient and good baby, preparing to listen to her past stories. The two of them opened their hands and leaned against the coal stove to keep warm.

"Old lady, you said you have worked for 81 years? I don't believe it. It's impossible for you to be just 50 years old."

"Haha... You kid can really speak vernacularly. I'm 66 years old this year! Besides, I didn't say that I've been working for 81 years. What I said is that our family has been working for this business for 81 years. At that time, there was no one in the Republic of China. Do you know the bun shop?"

Zhou Wenzhong nodded, took out a cigarette from his arms, took out one and handed it to the old lady. The old lady picked up the cigarette pot placed in the dining cart, rubbed her fingers at the cigarette pot, and pressed it twice with her thumb. It might be that it was too solid to be destroyed, so she pushed it a few more times, and came to Zhou Wenzhong's match and sniffed it.

"call……"

"I know what you mentioned about the bun shop. Now it's not called the bun shop, it should be called the snack shop."

"Do you know why it is called a bun shop?"

"I know, the word "香港" comes from Manchu. In the past, we were just Qianmen Street, where we opened Nanwei "香港" shop, Manhan "香港" shop, and halal "香港" shop. They all sell snacks."

The old lady looked at Zhou Wenzhong with satisfaction, took another breath of cigarette and asked, "Do you know Zhengmingzhai?"

Zhou Wenzhong slapped his thigh and replied, "I know so much! The head of the bun shop. Zhengmingzhai, Daoxiang Village, Guixiang Village, Xiangjugong, Jiulongzhai, Juqingzhai, Minghuazhai, sell all saqima, jujube flowers, Liaohua, beef tongue cakes, and white-skin pastry...

The great masters used lard to make pastry, and the people used sesame oil. The taste styles were unique and could be smelled from a distance. During the Republic of China, Western pastries appeared again, led by Juyingzhai."

"Okay! OK, Menqing. What I want to tell you is Zhengmingzhai Bread Shop. I'm already famous for beating my father's generation to make steamed buns. Even the head of Zhengmingzhai went to our house to invite my father. What a pity! Our generation is not good at being good and has not learned the skills. I'm not doing this, right? I'm selling steamed buns now. Oh... I'm still making a young man to take care of me all day and check my accounts. If I recognize words, I'll sell it's grandma's steamed buns!"

"Old lady, you are relieved. Now it's like this. Not to mention you, even the sock repair industry must have an account book. If we don't talk about this, if you are convenient, I'll drink my bowl of boiled water."

"What's the point of credit? A bowl of water is not valuable. There are so many things in the thermos, just pour them yourself."

Zhou Wenzhong took out a white porcelain bowl from his arms, and the old lady kicked the hot pot beside her, obviously because she was resentful about Zhou Wenzhong's refusal to complain about the public manager just now.

Zhou Wenzhong pretended not to understand, poured a bowl of water and held it in his hand. When he bent down to put the thermos, he saw a small bowl covered with a cage under the dining cart!
Chapter completed!