Siheyuan: There are seven fairies in my house, I am so busy

The second son of the Yan family, Yan Jiefang, has also graduated from junior high school. He used to do odd jobs on the street, but because he was young and weak, he could not do heavy physical work.

Yan Jiefang didn't earn much money, not enough to buy food, so Yan Fugui had long since deprived him of the right to eat more.

Now seeing the steamed bun in his father's hand, he was very greedy. He had secretly swallowed his saliva many times, but he really had no choice because he was not qualified to eat more.

This was especially true for Yan Jiekuang and the youngest Yan Jiedi, who also coveted the steamed corn bread.

However, perhaps they were already used to their parents' style of doing things, and knew that no matter how much they asked Yan Fugui and the third aunt, they would not agree to let them eat steamed corn bread, so they had to deal with the food in front of them.

The three pickles of the Yan family also have their uses. Two of them can be eaten with sweet potatoes and go well with rice, and the remaining one can be drunk with wild vegetable porridge, which is just right, not too much or too little.

Yan Fugui was thinking about other things while eating.

He knew better than anyone else that the children in front of him did not have enough food and were hungry all day long. It was he who set the detailed standards for the amount of food used in family cooking.

As the food ration standard was lowered again, the amount of food their family used for cooking every day naturally followed suit.

He is well aware that the food used for cooking every day is not enough and has already caused harm to the health of family members.

So the key thing for him now is how to find a way to get some more food.

Things are different now than before. In the past, his family would save their own food to exchange for money, but now he wants to use his own money to exchange for food.

It’s not that Yan Fugui has become generous now, but the objective factors are like this. There is indeed not enough food, and it has affected the health of his family.

However, the risk of going to the black market is now even greater. The government is cracking down on the black market with increasing intensity and is particularly strict in controlling food transactions.

He also tried to go to the black market, but one experience left him with a lasting impression.

That time he had just entered the black market and before he had time to do anything he ran into the inspectors who were lying in ambush and began to round up people in the black market.

He was really scared at the time. If he was caught, it would be a big deal. First of all, his job would be lost, and he would definitely be arrested and educated.

Don't think too highly of this kind of education, thinking that you will be provided with food and drink once you are arrested and jailed and that you will only lose your freedom. In fact, you will have to work once you are in jail.

Otherwise, how could it become a labor camp?

Moreover, the work they do is all heavy physical labor. For an old guy like him with skinny arms and legs, even if he doesn't die, he will probably be skinned alive after staying in there for a while.

Moreover, once someone is in jail, the family's reputation will be gone. When those who have been sent to labor camps come back, not only will their family not be able to hold their heads up in this compound, they will also be isolated by everyone. They will be abandoned by everyone and will have no chance of surviving.

So he broke out in a cold sweat all of a sudden, he hurriedly chose a direction and ran away desperately.

He didn't dare to stop along the way, and the final result was good, as he luckily escaped capture.

But when he stopped, he found that his glasses had fallen on the road, breaking one of the lenses and breaking one of the legs of the glasses.

His shoes were lost, there was a big hole at the knee of his pants from the fall, and his head was covered in blood.

I was so focused on escaping that I fell hard. However, I had no time to deal with my injury. I just got up and continued running. Only now did I realize how hard I fell.

This thrilling experience frightened Yan Fugui so much that he never went to the black market again.

In fact, he was not the only one in the compound who had this experience. Jia Dongxu also had the same experience.

Once again, Yan Fugui fell asleep late at night, but he heard someone knocking on the door. When he went to open the door, he found it was Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu's situation was also quite tragic. He had a big bump on his head, his whole body was covered in mud, and one of his shoes fell off.

After questioning, it was discovered that when Jia Dongxu went out to buy food, he encountered an inspection team that was cracking down on black market transactions. After a desperate escape, Jia Dongxu finally ran back to the courtyard after many twists and turns.

Seeing this situation, Yan Fugui could certainly understand it, as he had just experienced it himself a few days ago.

Through his own experience and Jia Dongxu's, he now knows that he can't go to the black market easily, the risk is too great.

If you fail to catch it once, and fail to catch it twice, there will always be a time when you can catch it, but by then it will be too late.

Anyway, he can't be the one to go in the future. He has a job and his family depends on him. If there is really a shortage of food, even if the eldest or second son goes, it would be better than him.

"After dinner, those who need to rest should go and rest. The eldest and the second one should stay. I have something to say."

After dinner, Yan Fugui left Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang behind. There was not much food left at home, and it would take some time before the next purchase of passwords. During this period, they still needed to buy some food, so he had to discuss it with the eldest and second oldest brothers.

"We don't have enough food at home again. Is it the second child's turn to go to the black market to buy food this time?"

Yan Jiefang raised his head.

"Yes, Dad, it's my turn this time. My eldest brother went last time."

Yan Fugui touched his chin, as if he was talking to himself, and at the same time seemed to be asking Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang.

“I heard that the drought is still continuing this year. As long as the disaster exists, food prices will not fall, and food prices are likely to continue to rise.

When will this end? Our family can’t afford to keep the food prices going up like this with our limited money.”

Yan Jiecheng frowned after hearing this. Normally, when he did odd jobs, he went to grain stations and train stations to load and unload grain. But since last year, there have been fewer and fewer trains carrying grain into Beijing, and the amount of grain stored in grain stations has also been decreasing, resulting in less and less money being earned from doing odd jobs.

"Food is indeed becoming less and less available. The number of trains transporting grain at the station has decreased significantly, and there are fewer people unloading grain at the grain station. It seems that the price of grain will continue to rise.

The current price of food is already six times higher than before, and if it continues to rise, it will be seven or eight times higher.”

Hearing that food prices were going to rise, Yan Jiefang, although still young, knew how important food was and how uncomfortable it felt to be hungry.

"what?

Food prices are still rising?

This is how to do ah?

Our family won’t be able to afford much food in the future. This is really life-threatening!”

Yan Fugui raised his glasses. One leg and one lens of his glasses were broken during his last escape.

The lenses had to be replaced with new ones, and there was no other way but it cost him a lot of money, which made Yan Fugui heartbroken. Although the legs of the glasses were broken, they could still be used after being repaired, so the glasses Yan Fugui wears now are glasses with broken legs wrapped in cloth.