1717 Supplies dropped sharply(2/2)
"Now it's even more extreme. The amount of tasks has been doubled. This, isn't this embarrassing?"
Wang Dashan frowned and took two hard puffs on the cigarette butt in his hand.
"No wonder, my wife went to the supply and marketing cooperative to cut meat early in the morning, but the meat was gone as soon as it opened. She also said she would go earlier tomorrow."
Xiao Liu added on the side, "It turns out there is no meat."
Wang Dashan nodded, "Tell her not to go. Not to mention tomorrow, even the next month, the supply and marketing cooperative may not have meat."
"And it's not just ours. The slaughterhouses in the entire Sijiu City are like this. Our director said that if this continues, it will be difficult to supply the factory."
Yang Xiaotao frowned, and the cigarette in his hand flickered, "Uncle Dashan, doesn't the slaughterhouse have supplies around it? Is there still a shortage of supplies?"
"You don't know that there are people in the supervision team not only in Sijiu City, but also in surrounding towns."
"It's not like pigs and sheep can be raised in a day or two. To do this all of a sudden breaks the rules and breaks the balance. I don't know what will happen in the future."
After Wang Dashan finished speaking, everyone looked at each other, a little at a loss.
"It's not just meat."
Yan Fugui came over at some point, apparently listening for a while.
Yan Fugui came closer, nodded to Yang Xiaotao, and then said, "This is not just meat. My family will go to the grain station to get the rations for the next half month."
"Guess what, it's gone!"
Yan Fugui clapped his hands and said in surprise, "We knew it was difficult before. We only provided food for half a month, and received half a month, in order to let more people eat."
"It's okay now. I went there twice in a row and both said there was no food. I heard it was to support the disaster area, but this person has to eat. This is not a problem."
After Yan Fugui finished speaking, he also looked at Yang Xiaotao.
In this courtyard, Yang Xiaotao has the highest status and must be well-informed.
Many people also came over, wanting to hear what Yang Xiaotao had to say.
Seeing this, Yang Xiaotao coughed lightly and said, "I'm not very clear about the specific situation, but my superiors must have their considerations."
"The fact that they didn't come forward to say anything means that the matter has not yet reached its worst point."
"Everyone, please relax, we are the Four-Nine Cities, the heart of the country."
After hearing this, Yan Fugui opened his mouth to say something. During the three difficult years, Sijiucheng also went through this, but seeing Yang Xiaotao's appearance, he did not dare to say it.
I thought to myself that if the food didn't come in two days, I would ask Yang Xiaotao to borrow some.
He knew very well that the Yang family's noodle vat was always full.
When others heard what Yang Xiaotao said, they didn't know whether it was true or not, whether it made sense, but they couldn't say anything else.
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"Commander, you won't even eat when I ask you to. What are you doing in the house?"
In a courtyard house, in the opposite room in the front yard, under the light, an old woman pushed the door open and came in, holding bowls and chopsticks in her hands. There was a layer of pickles under the steamed buns, and a boiled egg on top.
In the room, Wang Zhuo was lowering his head close to the light bulb. The carving knife in his hand kept carving the wood. The wood chips fell little by little and scattered on the table, spreading everywhere.
"Mom, I'm busy. You put it aside and eat later."
Wang Zhuo said without raising his head, staring at the log in his hand, for fear of making a mistake.
"I said, why are you doing this again? Just go to work and stop messing around."
The old woman put the bowl aside and began to chatter.
"Mom, I know, you eat first and I'll wait for a while."
Wang Zhuo frowned, and when he spoke, the carving knife in his hand had stopped.
He looked at the seal of the Machinery Factory Planning Department rubbed on the wood, trying to make sure the lines were flawless.
This craft was learned when he was in Shanghai.
At that time, Shanghai had not yet been liberated, so he was making a living within the system.
But corruption is rampant all around, and it is impossible for a good person to survive.
So I learned this craft from a master craftsman, and then within the system, relying on this skill, I carved several "official seals", transferred materials, started a small business, and my life became more relaxed.
Unexpectedly, I would be so happy in the blink of an eye.
My own method doesn't work anymore, even stamping it won't work, because it relies on votes.
You know how much food you eat and how much you pay every month. Even if you don't do business, you can only go to work and work honestly.
Shine and shine for the revolution.
Then life has plummeted.
In the end, his wife left, leaving him and his mother to depend on each other.
"Oh, Mom knows that you won't listen to anything I say."
"But Mom still wants to say something, Marshal, Mom asked the aunt in this street to introduce you to someone, and you can go and meet him in two days."
"Although that girl is divorced, she is pretty and is still a broadcaster in the factory. I guess she is no different from you..."
"Mom, I know, I'll meet you in two days."
Wang Zhuo said impatiently. Seeing this, the old woman could only shake her head and leave the house.
whisk
After blowing hard on the sawdust on the wood, Wang Zhuo stretched out his hand to try it, and then began to compare the seal patterns on the table.
Under the light, little by little, for fear of making any mistakes.
After a long time, Wang Zhuo relaxed and smiled.
"Finally done."
Looking at the stamp on his hand, Wang Zhuo chuckled.
Put the stamp in the drawer. With this thing, you will be more sure of your affairs.
Thinking of this, he turned around and picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the table behind him. Just looking at the dark dough made him lose his appetite.
Chapter completed!