After all this, Wang Manyin climbed over the hill and walked along another path to Shigejie Commune.
I haven't eaten since I was busy in the morning, so I just went to the canteen to have something to eat.
Now even the breakfast shop is state-owned, and food coupons must be given for meals. Without food coupons, you can't even buy a bowl of millet porridge. What's more, if you want to eat meat dishes, you also need meat tickets.
But the price is really cheap. Sesame pancakes are three cents each; Oil steamed buns are four cents a piece and half twice a piece. There are also meat buns, five cents each, no meat coupons. Each has a big fist, and the goods are genuine.
Before his rebirth, Wang Manyin didn't want to eat meat for half a month.
Now just four days later, he saw the meat buns like his relatives, and his eyes were shining. After paying the food coupons and money, I asked for five steamed buns and a bowl of millet porridge.
With only one bite, Wang Manyin was sure that the meat bun really had meat, pork, cabbage and scallions.
The mouth is full of oil, and the tongue is fragrant.
Cool!
Wang Manyin ate like a whirlwind. It only took about ten minutes to pour five big meat buns and a bowl of millet porridge into his stomach.
This is called life. I finally had a full meal.
It's not easy to catch up with the fair. He plans to buy a few jin of steamed buns and sesame seed buns to take back.
As a result, when the food ticket and money were taken out, the elder sister of the waiter refused directly.
"What do you mean, no food stamps?" Wang Manyin was confused.
"No, we have limited supply. You have bought all of them, what will others eat?" The other party replied with a wooden face, ignoring.
I can't help it. These days, the waiter is a cow. Otherwise, how can some restaurants paste "Prohibit beating and scolding customers".
"Elder sister, can you buy less? Just two jin of oil steamed buns. Our restaurant chef has good skills, so I want to take them back for my family to have a taste." Wang Manyin had to back down and beg for the second place, and said a good word with a shy face.
The oil steamed bun is a special snack on the Loess Plateau and is also famous in later generations. It is very similar to the northern fried dough sticks. It is fried in a pan with rice, white flour, buckwheat and other grains, together with sugar. It is just in the shape of a round cake with a small hole in the middle.
The color of the steamed bun just out of the pot is very beautiful. It tastes crunchy, sweet and delicious.
But in these days, ordinary people can only eat oil steamed buns on holidays, and they also need a lot of corn flour.
"OK," the other side didn't refuse.
Two jin of oil steamed buns cost one yuan and six yuan, plus two jin of food stamps.
Money doesn't matter. Wang Manyin felt a little distressed by the key food stamps. In addition to the meat buns and millet porridge just now, the food coupon for more than three kilograms was lost.
According to this way of eating, at most ten days, the food coupons in hand will be exhausted.
Be frugal in the future.
Coming out of the state-owned hotel, Wang Manyin went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative shop.
As a descendant, he couldn't stand the problem of hygiene, and he took a bath in the space almost every day.
But the clothes could not be washed, and the rancid smell from inside to outside hit my nose.
I have a few soap tickets on hand, and I plan to use them first.
If possible, buy toothpaste and toothbrush. If I don't brush my teeth for four days, I will be disgusted with the smell of my breath.
The result was very depressing... The supply and marketing cooperatives did have toothpaste, but they needed special toothpaste tickets.
But the good news is that there are no tickets for tooth powder and toothbrush.
Wang Manyin had to take the second place and bought two bags of tooth powder and two toothbrushes.
After he came out of the supply and marketing cooperatives, he did not wander around the market.
The street of Shigejie Commune is only 50 meters long, and one bath of urine can be sprinkled from head to tail. The only decent building is the sales office of the supply and marketing agency.
Just like the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in later generations, there is really nothing to see.
After leaving the Shigejie Commune, Wang Manyin saw that there was no one around and put his shopping in the space as usual.
Then leave the dirt road and walk along the Dongla River.
It's just midnight, and it's still early.
It was the sun that rose and the weather began to warm up.
In Wang Manyin's memory, there should be no fish in Dongla River, but Wang Manyin doesn't believe in evil.
As an old saying goes, where there is water, there is fish. Since Dongla River is connected to the Yellow River, there must be fish in theory.
Wang Manyin had lived in the countryside for more than ten years, and was good at catching fish and shrimp.
There is little rain in autumn. The Dongla River is less than two meters wide. In many places, the water is as thin as hemp rope.
There are sparse reeds and thatches on the bank, which have been cut in unison, with only four fingered roots exposed. These two kinds of plants are good things. Wang Manyin plans to dig some later and plant them near the space pond.
The water and soil loss on both banks of Dongla River is serious, the water flow is turbid, and even the water grass on the river bottom is not long. He walked dozens of meters along the high and low river bank, but he didn't see any small fish or shrimp.
Just as he was planning to change places, Wang Manyin was delighted.
Turning at a cliff bank, there happened to be a shoal of about ten square meters in a very hidden place. The water depth is more than 30 cm, and there are lots of bitter grass, potamogeton crispus, and even several mushroom seedlings.
There are scattered snails on the water and grass.
According to experience, there are nine out of ten fish in it.
Wang Manyin immediately took off his blue serge jacket, cotton padded jacket and shoes, rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs to go into the water.
When one foot reached into the water, it immediately shivered.
Cool, cool!
The fisherman has a saying that "there is a fire on the head of the fish". Even in the colder weather, as long as the water slows down, it is generally not cold.
After more than ten seconds of acclimatization, Wang Manyin slowly walked around to the water grass, and then suddenly lifted the water grass ball to the shore with both hands. According to experience, in this season, fish usually hide in the water grass to keep warm.
The water is muddy.
Flocks of water grass were stirred up on the bank and spread on the loess ground.
"Really!" Wang Manyin cried excitedly.
Two loaches wriggled back and forth on the water grass, and several ears of wheat and bittern jumped.
Before these guys escaped into the water, Wang Manyin had quickly connected them to the water and pulled them into the space pool.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
Only these small fish, if well raised, the future is definitely foreseeable.
Next, Wang Manyin continued to search and clean the snails in the puddle.
In later generations, snails are also rare delicacies.
In particular, the spicy whelks are highly praised.
However, it is troublesome to deal with. If it is not done well, the snail meat will be hard and fishy, so most northerners don't like it very much.
When Wang Manyin went to work in the south, he tasted this dish once in a while and liked it.
Later, he specialized in learning from the Internet and did a good job.
Wang Manyin searched in the puddle and found two large handfuls of snails, almost enough to make a dish.
It is confirmed that there are fish in Dongla River. Now he is full of power and continues to search along the ditch, and soon finds another shoal.
As expected, several small fish were also caught.
When Wang Manyin was about to enter the space, he heard something and raised his head subconsciously.
I, Nima, almost scared!
Wolf?
According to the memory received, wolves still exist on the Loess Plateau in this era. Last winter, the wild wolf took away the children on the other side of the hill.
However, after taking a closer look, Wang Manyin was relieved.
It's a local dog.
This guy looks miserable. He is thin and bony. His fur is choking on his back, and he has several scabs. There is a long scar on the dog's head, like being cut by a knife, which extends to the corner of the eye.
It stood on a pile of loess a few meters away, and did not bark, but the dog's eyes stared quietly.
Looking at the guy's eyes, Wang Manyin thought of a local dog named Dahuang that he had raised as a child. It was very human.
It seems to have a magical ability to accurately sense the owner's gaze.
As long as Wang Manyin cast his eyes on rhubarb for a moment, even if he slept again, he would quickly turn his head and call for several responses.
Unfortunately, the rhubarb was caught by the thief, which made Wang Manyin sad for a long time.
Seeing the guy in front of him, he felt a little pity.
After thinking about it, Wang Manyin took some small fish into the space.
When he came out again, he had a piece of steamed bun in his hand.
He threw it directly: "Eat it, dog!"
If other people see it, they should shout the black sheep and let the donkey kick their brains. People can't eat oil steamed buns these days, but they feed them to dogs. It's really a waste of good things.
The local dog purred a few times and disappeared with the oil steamed bun in its mouth.
This incident was just an episode, and Wang Manyin did not take it seriously.
He walked several hundred meters downstream again, and never found a pool with fish.
Feeling his legs were blue with cold, Wang Manyin hurriedly washed his feet and put on his shoes.
From a distance, I heard several bleak and miserable letters from the opposite ridge.
"Brother, you are going to Xikou, but the little sister is hard to stay. Holding his hand, he will send you to the gate. Brother, you are going to Xikou, don't make friends. If you make many friends, you will forget about slavery..."
Listen to the voice. It should be Old Man Du, the shepherd of Shichuan Village next door.
When Wang Manyin traveled across the world for a few days, the most popular voice he heard was Xin Tianyou. Almost everyone could sing, including his predecessor.
At first, it didn't sound interesting, but now I feel a little more like a cry.
When we are used to living a hard life, we have something in mind. Standing on the plateau and shouting a few words, we can feel much more comfortable.