Traveling through the 70s: First Love Face Green Tea

I just thought about it. At this time of growth, rice is just like a child. It looks the same every day. I think I may have misunderstood it.

After thinking about it like this, I didn’t think about it any more.

Time flies so fast, a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

In this month, the team has also undergone some changes, most notably.

A new workshop was built by the river not far from Shaiguchang, and the five characters of Qingshan Vermicelli Factory were engraved on the plaque.

Moreover, on the cement paved with a lot of money outside, there are rows of dried vermicelli. Workers are constantly carrying the vermicelli out from the yard and hanging it on straight thorns cut from the mountain and carefully screened.

Beads of sweat kept falling from their faces. The people inside were working very passionately, but there were still smiles on their faces.

That's not.

This morning, the captain's little wolf cub used a tractor to pull a cart of vermicelli for delivery.

I am a little tired, but I have hope in life.

Nowadays, the little children in every household can not only go to school, read and read, but also at home, because of the changes in the brigade this month, they are somewhat full and have a little fat in their stomachs.

"Jianguo, you said if it doesn't rain today, what will happen to the food in the ground?" Hu Aimin frowned tightly as he looked at the cracked ground.

"According to previous years, this period should be cloudy and rainy, so that the crops in the field can grow well. But look at this year, except for a rain a month ago, it has not rained at all until now. On the contrary, It’s getting hotter and hotter, look at the water the dealer just showered in the morning, and not even half a day has passed, and it looks like the wilting ones are all out of water.”

Hu Aimin is afraid!

I'm afraid that the drought will continue like this and the food in the fields will not be harvested. How can this person live?

After hearing this, Gu Jianguo clasped his hands behind his back and looked wherever he went in the field. The sorrow and worry on his face made the wrinkles on his face deeper.

"Alas! There was a meeting in the commune, but there is nothing we can do now. The sun is getting hotter day by day. We can only arrange for people to carry water for irrigation. We can only hope for rain soon."

But only he knew in his heart that the rain might never come.

I told them during the meeting that their situation was not serious. To the north, the ground was drying up and it was a problem for people to drink water, let alone irrigate crops.

Fortunately, their Qingshan brigade is close to the big river, and they have to work hard to carry water every day. The impact is not too big so far, but what about the future!

If there is really a severe drought, and the water in the big river is used by so many brigades, then when the time comes...

Thinking of this, Gu Jianguo was startled, and his expression changed instantly: "Love the people! We should pay more attention during this period, and stock up as much as we can at home. It's always right." He thought I remember the severe drought when I was a child.

There hadn't been a drop of rain in three years, and the ground and rivers were dry and cracked. At that time, at a glance, you could see a sliver of green in the mountains, but other than that, everything was yellow, even the grass roots and bark of trees were scratched. Clean and tidy.

Some even ate Guanyin soil, which they couldn't digest, and their bellies were bulging. People at that time, without exception, were all skinny and skinny.

Some even exchange their children for food, and the true nature of people's hearts is exposed one by one...

Many people couldn't make it through at that time and just died.

But it may also be a relief for them. After all, there is no hope for life, and they have to guard against their loved ones around them every day.

What Gu Jianguo could think of, how could Hu Aimin, who was also going through a special period, not think of this level?

"Hey!" Two men over fifty looked at the crops in the field and sighed sadly.

The brigade is now open, and the food workshop has just begun to show some improvement. They are still hoping to see if they can change the fate of the younger generations, but they must not make any mistakes.

……

On the Dayang production team side, Gu Fengnian, Li Guohong and others who came out early in the morning to harvest sweet potatoes also encountered difficulties.

It was obvious that they had made an agreement two days ago, and today they came to harvest the sweet potatoes. It was fine at first, and the guys were very enthusiastic towards him.

But when he started weighing, suddenly no one moved, and they were still whispering to each other. The voices were not too low, and they could still hear something vaguely.

Gu Fengnian saw the scene in front of him and looked at Li Guohong. He thought something was going to happen again. His eyes flickered and he asked with a half-smile: "Captain Liu, what do you mean?" He just thought that something was wrong. Strange, I always feel like something is missing.

After taking a closer look, I realized that it was obviously agreed that we would come to harvest sweet potatoes today, but in this drying field, except for the empty people, there was no sign of sweet potatoes.

Liu Cheng looked at Gu Fengnian, a junior, with a half-smiling look that seemed to contain some contempt and ridicule. He couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, but it didn't show on his face. He smiled and said, "Haha! Nephew Gu! This is me There is nothing we can do...".

But only he himself knew what he was thinking.

As if to confirm his words, the people from the Dayang production team pointed at a few people and asked: "Don't ask the captain, this matter is all of us's idea. We have all gone to the commune to ask, your vermicelli bought 4 5 cents per catty, but our sweet potatoes only cost 4 cents per catty, and they were very picky, only the big ones.

Today we have to harvest sweet potatoes regardless of size, and you have to pay us ten cents a pound, otherwise we won’t sell them.”

They were so happy when they heard that sweet potatoes cost 4 cents a pound, thinking they had gotten a big bargain. After all, sweet potatoes are usually available in every household in rural areas, and no one buys them. People in the city eat fine grains and rarely eat them.

Even if I eat, I always go to the grocery store to buy it, and I won't buy it from them at all. What's more, buying and selling privately is an act of speculation. If you are caught, you will be shot.

Therefore, every household basically eats sweet potatoes all year round. Who makes these sweet potatoes highly productive and resistant to hunger? But if you eat too much, you will get heartburn!

Take it to the grain station and sell it. The price is too low, less than three cents per pound. If you sell it and buy grain, it won't be enough for the family.

When they heard that the Qingshan brigade was charging 4 cents for sweet potatoes, they were so excited that they all looked at them like fools. But only yesterday did they realize that they were the ones who were the fool.

The Qingshan brigade is really good!

I bought it from them for 4 cents and sold it for 4 cents, which is not even a fraction of what others paid. I felt uncomfortable thinking about it. I went from being happy and excited at the beginning to feeling unhappy now.

The profits here are not small. After all, they are all made from sweet potatoes, which is why the current scene is the result.

Gu Fengnian and Li Guohong looked at each other without saying anything. They laughed sarcastically and asked, "Captain Liu, we have discussed this before. How do you want to resolve this matter now?"