Siheyuan: I Raised Ten Thousand Wild Boars

Li Guohua is busy as always, and the textile factory has been in a gloomy mood recently.

As a cadre transferred from the Prefectural Committee, the factory director Wang Shaosheng should theoretically have better relations with other units.

As a result, at the beginning of the new year, the vegetable supply to the textile factory was directly stopped, and the grain ration was also reduced. Deputy Minister Xiao had informed them of this, and he was aware of the situation and did not take it too seriously.

As a result, starting from this month, the food quota given to the textile factory has been reduced again.

Wang Shaosheng was very angry and thought that someone was targeting him. If this continued, how could he manage the textile factory and complete the tasks assigned by his superiors?

"Old leader, I don't understand. They are completely targeting our textile factory. They can't treat us differently just because we have made some achievements. This will affect production!" Wang Shaosheng called the department directly and complained to Deputy Minister Xiao.

As the saying goes, the crying child gets the milk. In some things, you just have to be a little reckless.

"Well, I know about this. Don't get excited! Reducing the ration quota is an order from our superiors and it must be executed. Speaking of which, your factory is relatively good. Some factories have directly reduced it by 10% at a time. I tell you that the difficult times have not yet come, and you must be mentally prepared!" Deputy Minister Xiao said earnestly.

As for those factories with larger reductions, they must be those with poor efficiency.

"Old leader, is it so serious?" Wang Shaosheng asked uncertainly. He was frightened by Vice Minister Xiao's words.

Deputy Minister Xiao had previously disclosed this to him, and he returned to the factory to start counting inventory and streamlining expenses to prevent problems. Now the factory is being scrimped on everything, and it's already a bit stretched, and yet you tell me that the hard times haven't arrived yet.

So what will it be like when the most difficult times come?

"You must pay attention to this matter. I can tell you something. For three months, there has not been a drop of rain in the northern region. A rare spring drought has occurred.

According to experts, a nationwide famine is inevitable. Our superiors have instructed us to unite as one, deal with the difficulties together, save money, and stockpile food to cope with the coming difficult times! "

Deputy Minister Xiao paused, and a sonorous and powerful voice came from the microphone again.

"Will there be problems with material supply in the future?" Wang Shaosheng thought of something and asked hurriedly.

"It's very possible. We were too optimistic before. After a thorough investigation, we discovered the seriousness of the situation. Your factory has a farm, you must manage it well and don't make any mistakes!"

"Ah, old leader, what should I do?"

After Wang Shaosheng learned the reason for the quota reduction, he was no longer angry as he was at the beginning, but started to worry instead.

"In a few days, the department will organize a meeting to explain the situation. You will know then! By the way, please pay attention to the confidentiality clause of what I said today, so as not to cause panic!"

"Yes, I understand!"

Wang Shaosheng hung up the phone, feeling a little dazed.

At the beginning of the year, people only predicted that there would be a famine, but they didn’t expect it to manifest itself just two months later, and it was so severe.

As for the fact that Deputy Minister Xiao did not forget to keep the secret at the end, he also understood that if such a thing were to get out, there would be chaos in the world.

By the way, the farm is the most important thing at this time. Wang Shaosheng decided to go to the farm in person to inspect the work so that he could have a better idea.

Director Wang was not the only one who was well-informed. Due to the reduction in rations, the leaders of various factories used all their own methods to inquire about the news through different channels and roughly knew the situation.

For example, the new director of the steel rolling mill was the first to learn the news from the senior leaders.

That morning, the sweet voice of the announcer came from the loudspeaker of the steel mill. In order to respond to the call from the superiors and support the construction of various places, the quota of all workers in the steel mill was reduced by 10%.

The workers in the steel rolling mill are engaged in heavy physical labor, and their food rations are already high. For example, the blacksmiths in the forging workshop have a monthly ration of more than 40 kilograms. For them, a 10% reduction is not unacceptable.

But for Jia Dongxu from Workshop 7, this was simply bad news!

During the Spring Festival this year, Jia Zhang was sent to the countryside, and he and Qin Huairu spent more than a month in peace and quiet. No one made trouble at home, his son was under control, and most importantly, he could eat his fill.

But the good times didn't last long. In the second month after Jia Zhang arrived in the countryside, the commune team called him. His mother was in the countryside, lazy and unwilling to work. She also said that she couldn't be touched or she would throw a tantrum. He asked him to take her back quickly.

Jia Dongxu couldn't just ignore it, so he had to go and ask for help. He provided food and drink every month, and gave the team a few dollars as an allowance. Only then did he settle the matter.

"Master, what's going on? Why did the factory reduce the food ration? My current ration is barely enough to get by. If this continues, I won't have enough to eat in the future!"

Jia Dongxu has few friends, so when he encounters difficulties, he habitually seeks advice from his master first.

"Well, it shouldn't be a big deal. Didn't you hear the radio say that it was to support the construction of other places? I think it's some places that have just settled down. When the summer crops come in, they should be able to recover."

"Don't worry too much. Huairu is in charge. I will support you with some corn flour every month. Everything will be fine after the time passes!" Yi Zhonghai smiled and patted his shoulder, saying comfortingly.

He was extremely satisfied with Jia Dongxu. He was filial, sensible, and obedient, and not as troublesome as Sha Zhu.

"Master, thank you. You know about my mother's situation. I have to give her a few dollars every month. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to bother you all the time."

In other words, eating at Jia Zhang's place doesn't require a ticket, which is still a good deal compared to living in the city, otherwise Jia Dongxu would have wanted to bring his mother back.

"Oh, I'm sorry for that! Come to my house tonight and I'll give you five pounds of cornmeal for emergency use. Don't let the child starve!"

Yi Zhonghai fully agrees with Jia Dongxu's filial piety, because this is the person who will take care of him in his old age, so how can he be unfilial?

My Yi family is quite wealthy. Over the years, we have basically not spent much on eating or drinking, and we don't have any big things to do with the monthly salary. Apart from daily expenses, we have basically saved it all.

Because she was afraid that others would be jealous of her high salary and come to borrow money, and in order to deal with the people in the courtyard, she kept claiming that the aunt was in poor health and spent most of her money on medicine and medical treatment, leaving a small portion for her retirement.

Not to mention providing Jia Dongxu with some coarse grains, even feeding their family of four would not be a problem.

As for the quantitative reduction, it is not a big problem for most factory workers, except for those with large families. After all, it is only a 10% reduction.

For example, Sha Zhu in the cafeteria, when he heard that the food quantity was going to be reduced by 10%, he didn't feel anything at all, as it was less than the amount of dishes he brought every month, so there was no need to rush.