With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

During the Laba Festival in 1964, the sugar cane harvest in the space was completed, and Xue Ming planned to buy some coal to make brown sugar by himself.

The performance evaluation of transport workers caused an uproar, and comrades speculated whether performance and housing allocation were linked.

The construction of the family home is coming to an end and will be completed in more than a month. All the transporters have been arguing with Xue Ming about the house all day long.

Xue Ming simply took the holiday early, saying that you can make trouble as much as you like, and I will have a happy year after a hard year.

As the New Year approaches, people go to department stores to buy New Year goods, and there are also long lines at the fuel station opposite the department store.

Some were pushing trolleys, and some were carrying poles. The winter in the provincial capital was very cold, and there was a heavy snowfall just a few days ago.

Xue Ming, who was in the middle of the queue, rubbed his hands, took off his scarf and tied it around his wife's neck, "You go home first, don't stay with me in the cold weather."

"I'm not cold. You can't pull that much coal by yourself." Zhao Xue sneezed and took out a handkerchief to wipe her nose.

"Go home. Don't catch a cold during the Chinese New Year." Xue Ming put his dog-skin hat on her head again.

"Director Xue, brothers and sisters, do you want to buy coal?" Gao Yunfei appeared beside Xue Ming with a smile.

Xue Ming didn't believe that this was a chance encounter. Yesterday, Cao Baoshan from the Transportation Bureau came to Xue's house again, hoping that Xue Ming would put Gao Yunfei's name on the family home allocation list.

"It's really cold here. Brothers and sisters, please go home first and I'll help Director Xue push the cart." Gao Yunfei said with a smile.

"I'm not cold. Comrade Gao, you are busy with your own affairs. Everyone is busy during the New Year." Zhao Xue also disliked Gao Yunfei.

A few days ago, Gao Yunfei's wife asked Dong Yanyan to intercede through her connections, hoping that her husband, who had the lowest grades, would be assigned a house. Zhao Xue refused directly.

"Comrade Gao, please come back. My wife and I are going to the department store to buy New Year's goods later," Xue Ming said.

"Okay, I'll go to your house to pay New Year's greetings in a few days." After Gao Yunfei said that, he left.

"Husband, I just saw him walking into the fuel yard carrying a sack. When he came out, the sack was empty." Zhao Xue whispered.

"You go home and cook. I'll go to the department store later and ask my mother to help push the cart." Xue Ming looked at his watch at eleven o'clock.

Years ago, when the department store was the busiest, Liu Yuee and Xue Ling were still at work. Xue Ying, Xue Qing and Xue Min are already on vacation, and none of the three children can cook.

There were many people queuing up in front, and it was impossible to buy coal for a while. Zhao Xue could only ride home to make lunch.

Xue Ming quietly looked at the queue to buy coal. Now there are no induction cookers and gas pipes. Heating and cooking in winter rely on coal and firewood. Buying coal is as difficult as buying meat.

The team moved forward slowly, and an hour later it was finally Xue Ming's turn. He handed the coal book to the salesman, "Hello, comrade, I want four hundred kilograms of anthracite coal."

The coal book is a voucher for buying coal issued by the neighborhood committee to the citizens. Xue Ming's street can only buy coal here because each coal yard has fixed street customers.

The young salesperson shook his head and said, "Sorry, comrade, starting from this month, each household will only receive one hundred catties."

"Last month it was still 400 pounds. Why is it so much less this month?" Xue Ming asked with a smile.

"The national policy has changed. If you want to know the reason, just ask our leaders." The salesperson took a pen to make a record in the coal book, and then issued a receipt for Xue Ming to enter the factory to pull coal.

Xue Ming took the ticket and pulled the rack truck into the fuel yard, handed the ticket to the staff, and several staff members checked the ticket and started loading coal for weighing.

Coal was supplied on a per-household basis, sometimes on a per-household basis, and sometimes on a per-household basis.

Xue Ming's family could have purchased 400 kilograms, but this month they were reduced to only 100 kilograms, perhaps due to the high demand for coal in winter.

One hundred kilograms of anthracite coal was loaded on a rack truck. A dark-faced staff member said, "Comrade, a load of anthracite coal costs two yuan and seventy cents."

There were some good guys, so Xue Ming took out his wallet to pay the bill and pulled the coal truck out of the coal yard.

In the diesel yard next to the coal yard, some citizens were buying kerosene and diesel for lighting. Xue Ming forcefully moved the 100-liter diesel drum out of the car.

Salesman Yang Laowu came over to help. He put the oil drum on the scale and peeled it off. "The latest price of diesel is 25 cents a pound. Brother Xue, do you still fill the drum as usual?"

Xue Ming took out his wallet and took out 172 kilograms of gas stamps and 43 yuan. A 100-liter oil drum was equivalent to 172 kilograms of diesel.

"Other people only buy one or two kilograms of oil at most, but you only buy one or two hundred kilograms of oil. How many lamps do you light at home?" Yang Laowu joked while adding oil to the bucket.

"We use diesel for cooking at home." Xue Ming also joked with him.

Yang Laowu laughed out loud. These days, electric lights, diesel or kerosene lamps are basically used for lighting.

Electricity is a bit expensive, so many people choose diesel or kerosene, which are more cost-effective.

Xue Ming bought this diesel because there is a tractor for plowing in the space. Yesterday, he bought a juicer from the space and planned to use the tractor to drive the juicer to squeeze sugar cane juice.

"Brother Xue is the funniest person I have ever seen. As the director of the Transportation Department, he actually buys diesel. Apart from the refinery, your company has more diesel." Yang Laowu continued to joke.

"That's the country's oil. I can't take the country's things." Xue Ming didn't think he was funny.

"That's why I said you're funny. If you don't take the country's things for free, who won't take them for free?" Yang Laowu reopened a plastic oil can and continued to add oil to the iron bucket.

"Brother Lao Wu, I think your ideological awareness needs to be improved." Xue Ming patted him on the shoulder, saying that there were some things that he couldn't say.

"If I had your level of ideological consciousness, I would have been the director of an oil farm long ago." Yang Laowu said with a smile.

The relationship between the two brothers is very good, and Yang Laowu is a talkative person. Xue Ming chats with him from beginning to end every time he buys diesel.

However, Xue Ming could indeed take advantage of his position to embezzle diesel from the Mo Transport Department, but he did not want to do so.

It costs 43 yuan to buy 100 liters of diesel. Even if you convert the gas stamp into money, it only costs 80 yuan. Xue Ming, who is worth at least 20,000 yuan, cannot commit corruption.

Two large pots of diesel were added to the iron oil barrels, and Yang Laowu quickly moved the weight. "Brother, look at the scale. It's exactly one hundred kilograms of diesel."

"Keep adding, fill up the bucket for me." Xue Ming glanced at the scale and said. Next, a lot of oil is needed to squeeze sugar cane juice.

"There's no gas here. Come with me to the warehouse behind." Yang Laowu smiled and closed the door. The salesman who usually worked with him asked for leave today.

Xue Ming followed him to the backyard warehouse. Yang Laowu stopped at the door of the warehouse, looked around and whispered, "I have special oil in my hand, do you want it?"

"What kind of special oil? How do you sell it?" Xue Ming felt that there was something fishy in it.

"Forty cents a pound, no diesel stamps, what do you think?" Yang Laowu asked cautiously.

Xue Ming was stunned. Anything that doesn't require votes these days is basically something from shady sources.