Rebirth Seventy Splendid Years

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and Han Jingchuan and Qian Jiujin were about to leave. They would take the train early the next morning, and they would have to stay in the south for at least half a month. As long as they could get the goods, sales would not be a problem.

Chu Feng was transferred to the Ministry of Commerce. Although he was timid and afraid of getting into trouble, he was the longest-sleeved and good at dancing among the three brothers. Coupled with his family background, after going to the Ministry of Commerce, he was like a fish in water, and he got along much better than some old employees. He helped Han Jingchuan I contacted some units, all of which are large state-owned factories with tens of thousands of employees. Boxing gifts must be given during three major festivals a year.

The Spring Festival is coming soon, the most important festival of the year, and the ceremony is also the most solemn. In the past, frozen octopus or flour were sent out. Of course, these are good things, but these are distributed every year, and the employees have secret opinions Yes, I hope the leaders can come up with some new tricks.

For example, good things like Dacron woolen and corduroy cloth, because last year a shipyard issued Dacron during the Spring Festival, and I don’t know where they got it. The workers in that shipyard were so frightened outside that it made the eyes of other factory workers turn red. Yes, it's more sour than eating eighteen lemons.

As a result, the pressure on the leaders of other factories suddenly increased. They also wanted to announce it to the employees, but they had to get the goods and cut them?

These days, cloth is more in short supply than food. There are only a few feet of cloth throughout the year. To make new clothes, you must first pay attention to the married woman, or the head of the family. For another three years, I still have to wear the beggar's clothes if the inside is torn, as long as the outside is not torn. People in Lucheng are the most respectful people.

False collars are inventions of the last century, which were invented by clever women in Lucheng, and then became popular all over the country. False collars still existed until the 90s, but fewer people used them, and now they are the most in the 70s.

On Lucheng Street, there are quite a few well-dressed people, especially men. Their coats are clean and tidy, and they wear shirts with crisp collars and fur vests, usually sweetheart collars. A popular dress, but if you take off the coat, you will find that the shirts are all patches, only the collar is new, and the fur vest may be fake, only a sweetheart collar is hanging, like a red scarf.

This is the wisdom of life of people in this era, especially some housewives in Lucheng, who are really good at housekeeping and are not afraid of trouble. The pattern of the original bed sheet is no longer visible, and it can be used for another ten years.

Such sheets are definitely not good-looking, but it doesn’t matter. Smart women have a way to sleep with old sheets at night, put away the old sheets in the morning, put new sheets on them, and replace the old sheets when they go to bed, so that the new sheets will not be used. Broken, it can take care of face and save copper tin.

This is the wisdom of life driven by the lack of materials. At this time, cloth is really in short supply, so as long as Han Jingchuan can get cloth, there will be no worries about sales, and he can sell as much as he has.

The night before leaving, Su Mei prepared a lot of food, such as tea eggs, chili sauce, and a big bag of scallion pancakes. Qian Jiujin and Han Jingchuan have big appetites, so they can eat more.

"Enough is enough, you can buy food on the train." Han Jingchuan leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching Su Mei's slender arms kneading the dough continuously, feeling an indescribable taste in his heart.

He couldn't describe it. Anyway, it was a feeling he had never had before. It took a long time before Han Jingchuan understood that this astringent and sweet feeling was actually the sadness of parting.

To describe it in four words, it is inseparable.

But now he doesn't know that for an emotionally hungry straight man, he has never known that parting is bitter, and has never been hard to part with. Anyway, no matter where he is, he is surrounded by people he doesn't care about.

Su Mei handed the dough to Mrs. Zhang to knead, turned her head and said angrily: "The things on the train are extremely expensive. You and Jiujin have to eat at least ten yuan for a meal. If you can save it when you go out, you don't know how much it will cost." How long will you stay in the South?"

"I brought enough money." Han Jingchuan twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling that his wife underestimated his financial resources.

On this trip, he brought all his savings, a total of 3 yuan, which was left to him by his grandfather.

Ninety percent of my grandpa’s property was confiscated, and he received more than 1000 yuan in salary every month for several years. Grandpa and grandma didn’t use the money much, saying they would save it for him to marry a wife.

But then the salary disappeared, and the life of grandpa and grandma was not as good as before, but relying on the old capital and the protection of his old man, life is still very good, at least much better than some old friends of grandpa.

(In fact, the capitalists lived quite well for a period of time, and the salary was so high that they couldn’t spend it all. The author had a distant relative in Shanghai who had a deposit of 60 to 30 in the [-]s. My mother said that what he was most worried about was How to spend money, every day is to have a dance party and visit western restaurants. The western restaurants in Shanghai existed before the liberation. Basically, these old-fashioned capitalists and foreigners go to patronize. Some readers don’t say that there are no toilets at this time, no Villas, no telephones, the background of this book is Shanghai, and these things existed in the [-]s, understand?)

"Then you have to save a little, don't spend money indiscriminately, spend what you should spend, and don't spend what you shouldn't."

Su Mei put the noodle cake rolled by Aunt Zhang into the pot, the sound of sizzling was wrapped in the smell of scallion oil, filling the whole kitchen, Qian Jiujin in the living room couldn't help swallowing, he just had dinner, and now he is hungry again , The food made by my sister-in-law is really delicious. I have never eaten such a fragrant scallion pancake in my life.

"Want to eat?"

Zheng Chunyan looked amused, and asked with gestures, Qian Jiujin smiled naively, and shook his head vigorously, he had eaten a lot of dinner, and he couldn't eat any more, it would be disgusting.

Zheng Chunyan smiled, went into the kitchen and took a fried scallion pancake, it was still steaming and delicious, even she was a little greedy, put it on a plate and took it out, stuffed it with Qian Jiujin, and looked at it with a smile with him.

In her opinion, Qian Jiujin was like a child and needed to be taken care of.

Qian Jiujin was embarrassed and wanted to refuse, but Han Jingchuan said angrily, "Eat what you want, don't be like a woman!"

"Hey!"

Qian Jiujin responded neatly, and ate big mouthfuls. He ate the scallion pancakes as big as a plate in three mouthfuls, and licked the oil on the plate unsatisfied. So much oil can't be wasted, and it can be fried. What about a dish.

Su Mei shoveled two pieces of scallion pancakes and put them on Qian Jiujin's plate, "Eat it, I made a lot, it's enough for you to eat."

"Sister-in-law, you are so kind, just like my mother."

Qian Jiujin was so moved that his eyes were red, and he wanted to cry. He had never seen his mother before, and he didn't know what he looked like. He didn't have a photo of his mother. He only heard an old man in the village describe his mother's appearance, saying that he was very beautiful. He is good at cooking, and he grasps all the work in the family's fields, but his life is not good. When he catches up with such an unlucky kid, he is overwhelmed to death.

Immediately, he was slapped on the head, and Han Jingchuan's voice sounded cold and old in the ear of this fool, "What are you talking about? I don't want to be your father!"

"Boss, don't slap me on the head, I'll become stupid." Qian Jiujin protested dissatisfied, and got hit again, he didn't bother to care about it anymore, the more important thing was to eat scallion pancakes.

So fragrant!