The beginning of the silly uncle, the true love is full of the courtyard

Although pressurized wells have been fully rolled out in the eight northern provinces affected by the disaster, food production is still inevitably reduced, and coupled with the previous "consumption", the food supply is still reduced. Towns have completely abolished public canteens, and everyone has picked up the spatula again and started cooking for themselves.

The topic of conversation in the courtyard had long since changed from gossiping about other people's affairs to food:

"Did you buy food?"

"Don't mention it, it's bad luck! I went there to line up at twelve o'clock last night, and guess what: when I got there, the line was so long. I couldn't buy anything but thirty kilograms of coarse grains, and white flour, ah, less than five kilograms!"

"What are you talking about? This shouldn't be the case. A while ago, you could buy 30% of the flour with food coupons, but now you can't even buy 10%!"

"Before, we had grain but no grain coupons. Now, we have grain coupons but no grain. Hey..."

"Be content, don't you realize what era it is now? You're still thinking about white flour! It's good enough if you can get all the coarse grains."

"Alas! I'm afraid that after some time, we won't even be able to provide enough coarse grains..."

This is not only the case in the Siheyuan in Nanluoguxiang, but also in other places. In other words, the Siheyuan where He Ping'an lived was a microcosm of the whole of China at that time. To be precise, the lives of people in the Siheyuan were better than those in other places. After all, the countryside feeds the city, and the whole country supplies Beijing. As the capital, Beijing's supply is the most sufficient city.

On an ordinary weekend, early in the morning, the residents of the courtyard gathered in the courtyard as usual to complain about the difficulty in buying food. Unexpectedly, the He family, which had been "quiet" for more than ten days, once again smelled the strong aroma of meat.

In fact, He Daqing didn't mean to do this. Who would have thought that his wife, who had never lacked food and drink and was spoiled, would have insufficient milk? He Daqing was also very puzzled. His wife's granary was not small, so why did she have insufficient milk? But the child was just over one year old and couldn't be weaned yet.

So, He Daqing could only stew some milk-boosting tonic. In fact, this had already started after Chen Xueru gave birth, but at that time, everyone was enjoying the big pot meal and no one paid attention to it. In fact, He Daqing had been very careful, and since the food shortage, he only stewed it every three or five days. With He Daqing's connections, it would be no problem even if he had it every day.

The residents of the courtyard were already angry because they couldn't buy food, and now they were completely defeated. Because of He Ping'an's identity, although they didn't dare to knock on his door, they couldn't avoid the twists and turns behind his back. However, when they spoke, they all tacitly lowered their voices.

"Tell me, what's going on with the He family? Everyone here can't get enough food, but they still have meat to eat! Could it be...?" The resident named Li, who had been punished by He Ping'an for taking advantage of the situation, winked at everyone and said meaningfully.

"Who knows? Anyway, his family is the best off in our hospital. What? Are you jealous and want to report him?"

"Why should I be jealous? I just think his family's living conditions are too good. He's a government official, and he eats a lot of delicious food every day, but he doesn't even care about us hungry neighbors!"

"Alas! Who made us not have any brothers who are officials?"

"Little Li, I think you are just dissatisfied with the punishment that Director He gave you a few years ago, and you want revenge! Let me tell you, it took a lot of effort to wipe out my stain. If you want revenge, go ahead and don't drag everyone down with you to die."

There were no fools in the courtyard, so they could see what Li was thinking. When Li saw that his plan had been discovered, he ran back home in shame. But there were still people who were moved by Li's words.

But he didn't go to report He Ping'an, but wanted to ask He Ping'an to help buy some food. Now the former third uncle of the Siheyuan, Yan Bugui, is in trouble. After all, everyone in the Siheyuan knows that in the current Siheyuan, only Yan Bugui can talk to He Ping'an.

Thanks to Yan Bugui, the Yan family had enough rice, flour, grain, oil and other daily necessities. Therefore, after learning the intention of the people in the courtyard, Yan Bugui refused without thinking. Yan Bugui was not stupid. How could he do something that would offend people for no reason, especially if the person he offended was He Ping'an.

In the end, Yan Bugui still went to the He family, not to ask He Ping'an to buy food, but to inquire about the drought situation. Because he was so "crazy" that he wanted to send his own supplies to the black market to "adjust" with others. As for what everyone in the courtyard said about the He family behind their backs, Yan Bugui did not change a word and told He Ping'an directly.

"Brother, it seems that we can't stew at home anymore!" After Yan Bugui left, He Pingan said to He Daqing beside him.

"Yes, if people are extremely hungry, they can do anything! So, next time I will take the food to Xueru's house and bring it back after it is done! It was fine last year, how come it suddenly became like this!" He Daqing, who came from the old society, knows how crazy people who can't survive can be.

"Brother, we are just insignificant shrimps. We just need to do our best. Why do we care about so many things?" He Ping'an had no ability to change the general situation. He could only shrink back and pretend not to see it to make himself feel better.

"Ping'an, you just asked Yan Bugui to plan his family's food. Could it be that the disaster will continue?" After hearing his brother's words, He Daqing also collected his thoughts and focused on his own family.

"Brother, there are too many things I can't tell you. I can only tell you that food will become more and more precious." He Pingan thought of the situation next year when his family completely broke off relations with the big brother in the north and the whole country had to pay off the debt, so he reminded him in a low voice.

"If that's the case, the food we have stored may not be enough. How about I go to the black market with Zhuzi tonight?" He Daqing heard He Ping'an say this and knew that the disaster was more serious than he thought. After thinking for a moment, he decided to

"Don't worry about the food at home, big brother. I have my own way. But I do have to go to the black market and let the neighbors in the courtyard know. Lest they say anything..." Helping to buy food is not a big deal. If I refuse coldly, my reputation will be greatly affected.

"Pretend to be poor!" He Daqing nodded knowingly.

After that, He Daqing often took He Yuzhu to the black market to buy food at night, and sometimes he would take other people from the courtyard with him. After all, the existence of the black market was not recognized by the state, and no matter whether you were buying or selling, if you were caught, the lightest punishment would be a lecture.

Following He Daqing, it was different. With He Ping'an's 'escort', they felt extremely safe. After a while, the He family actually integrated back into the courtyard. When everyone saw the He family, they would casually say a few words, no longer as stiff as before, just saying hello.