Since February, Wang Manyin can clearly feel that the situation of Shige Festival Commune has become different, and there are more meetings in the village.
In the words of Director Zhao, it is great.
This made him make up his mind to stay in the village when he had nothing to do, and not go out for sightseeing.
He originally wanted to take time to go to Mijia Town, but now he plans to wait for a while to see the situation.
In fact, it's nothing... Wang Manyin had expected this day and has been preparing for it.
When he was free, he thought about what he had.
I sold fish three times last year and earned more than 500 yuan, plus some tickets.
It cost about 200 yuan to get married and make doors and windows (the dowry money was returned by the father-in-law). In addition, there are grain, oil, tickets and so on, and the sewing ticket obtained from the black market after the year, another 200 yuan.
As a result, there are still more than 200 yuan and dozens of catties of food stamps on hand.
The reason why there are tens of dollars difference in the book is, on the one hand, because of the withholding of the sales outlets.
Although farmers' consumption ability is extremely low in this era, there are nearly 2000 people in three villages. Wang Manyin's agency is also a unique business, which is not bad.
Almost four months after its opening, the sales amount is close to 700 yuan, and the commission is more than 30 yuan.
Of course, in the main years, the business outside the year is relatively good. Usually, the daily turnover fluctuates around 5 yuan, and the number of times of going up to 10 yuan is very small.
In addition, the main high-quality customers of the consignment point are more than 30 educated youth who go to the countryside to join the queue.
They often receive money from their families and are naturally willing to spend it. Especially several male educated youth, since they learned to smoke, they always come to buy a package every other time.
Some people think that a pack of spring ploughing tobacco is not strong enough to smoke, so Wang Manyin was specially asked to bring more high-quality Pegasus cigarettes.
In addition to selling eggs on commission, we also sell eggs.
When the orchid is not at home, Wang Manyin often stealthily takes eggs from the space and puts them in a basket of thorns to gather numbers.
Each time, there are only ten or so, just write them down.
Because two people manage the consignment point, orchid can't count the number of eggs accurately. The sales of these eggs alone can earn ten yuan a month.
The monthly income of the family steadily exceeded 20 yuan based on scattered calculations.
As far as Wang Manyan is concerned, there is room for all kinds of materials, but in fact, the daily expenses are enough.
In recent days, the dichotomous rice planted in space has finally matured.
Because he was busy working in the production team during the day, he had no time at all, so he had to take advantage of the supply and marketing cooperatives to transport goods, and took time to enter the space to harvest the rice and dry it.
It was rare that there was no meeting in the village this evening. Wang Manyin found an excuse to leave home and told Orchid to go to the wheat straw stack behind the village to see if she could catch some more sparrows and come back for tooth sacrifice.
Walking a distance along the dirt road, he quietly entered the space under the cover of darkness.
The rice ears harvested a few days ago have been dried. Wang Manyin pinched a few grains and put them in his mouth. They clicked, with a unique smell of rice.
Two plots of rice yielded two baskets full of grain, nearly 200 jin.
As long as you remove the husk, you can eat the white rice. According to one jin of rice, six or two meters is enough for his family to eat for several months.
The remaining bran can also be used to feed pigs.
The key is that I don't have any tools at hand... But it can't defeat Wang Manyin. As long as you are willing to use your brain, there are more solutions than difficulties.
I didn't have tools to make noodles before, but I finally let him make them.
It is nothing more than husking rice. Without stone mortar, we use other methods instead.
Wang Manyin thought a little and decided to dig a deep pit on the loess ground according to local conditions, and put a basket of thorns in it... Then he found the wooden stick that crushed potato and sweet potato last time, and a simple rice husking device was completed.
Compared with stone mortar, this efficiency is naturally not high.
But Wang Manyin was willing to spare no effort and squatted in front of the basket without lifting his head. The wooden stick wheel was fast and he beat hard.
In just half an hour, more than ten kilograms of rice were pounded.
When you hand it to the orchid next time, you can just explain that you bought it on the black market.
The Loess Plateau gives most people the impression that it is dry and rainless. In fact, there has always been a habit of growing rice in history.
In particular, some areas along the banks of Wuding River have abundant water resources. As early as the Song Dynasty, there were records of large-scale rice planting, and even a special organization "paddy field affairs" for rice planting and land reclamation was set up.
Although there are no villages growing rice in Shigejie Commune, some people also drove donkey carts to exchange rice in early years, so local people occasionally eat it.
After pounding more than ten jin of rice, Wang Manyin was dirty all over. He took off his clothes and took a bath in the pond. Then he took some grain seeds and set aside an area for the second crop of seedlings.
At this rate, at least three crops can be planted a year, which is comparable to that in tropical areas in the south.
In addition to rice, the second crop of wheat, peanut, rape and other crops planted in the space are also growing well. It is estimated that it will be mature in more than a month.
Therefore, Wang Manyin is not worried about this year's grain and oil, and can achieve self-sufficiency.
And the piglets bought years ago have grown to 70 to 80 kilograms.
In another two months, it can also be opened and killed... The space temperature is high, so it can't be saved. Wang Manyin plans to try to make bacon later.
I brought one to my home every other day for the same reason I bought it from the market.
In addition, rock pigeons, pheasants and hares have also begun to grow... In particular, there are almost 30 young native chickens, which have grown to half a kilogram.
In short, the better the day goes by.
In the daytime, I go to the production team to do menial work, and at night, I sleep with my mother-in-law and aunt. In fact, it's also very beautiful.
Let the wind and rain blow outside, I will be free.
Thinking, Wang Manyin came out of the space when the time was almost up.
Just a few hundred meters back, he suddenly heard a muffled voice from the dark cliff beside him.
It seems that someone is crying... I won't really encounter anything.
In this dark sky, there is no moon even at night. Who would cry outside the village?
Years ago, when he came back from Shuangshui Village and passed the old tomb, he was shocked when he met the villagers who caught the weasel.
However, after that, Wang Manyin walked several times at night, but he was much bolder.
So he didn't make a sound and quietly felt down the opposite cliff.
After walking for tens of meters, the voice became clearer: "Dad... you died earlier and enjoyed yourself, leaving our family to suffer... In the village, our family is inferior to others. I dare not say anything, and anyone can approve... The food in the family is about to run out, and the children are crying hungry on the kang. I, the father, have no ability, might as well die..."
Hearing the familiar voice from the opposite side, Wang Manyin looked very complicated.
The other side is Wang Mingqiang from Guanzi Village. He should be called Uncle according to his seniority. His family lives in the last two holes of the broken kiln in the village.
At ordinary times, the sense of existence of the family is very weak. Except for meetings, they almost never appear in front of others. When working, Wang Mingqiang is always honest. Even if others sit down and smoke and chat, he dare not come to the side.
Even so, they are always finding fault.
Sometimes, Wang Manyin was very grateful to his predecessor, his grandfather, for he had ruined his family by smoking a lot of cigarettes.
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm no better than Wang Ming.
The other party has three children, and the eldest is only twelve.
There is a shortage of labor in his family. No matter how good Wang Mingqiang is at work, he can only get the lowest third grade work points like Wang Manyin.
From what he said, it seems that the family has stopped.
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Manyin flashed into the space.
When he returned, he held a broken earthen pot in his hand. This kind of pot is everywhere in the village, and I'm not afraid of being recognized.
Before that, he had a lot of sorghum noodles, which he prepared for a rainy day. He could give some to Wang Mingqiang.
Of course, Wang Manyin would not be foolish enough to show up directly.
He put the broken earthen pot on the roadside quietly, then backed away, hid in the dark, picked up a piece of dirt and threw it.
"Who?" Wang Mingqiang was startled and hurriedly turned to look.
"There is a crock behind you. There is some sorghum flour in it. Hurry to take it home..." Wang Manyin answered in a hoarse voice, pressing his voice.
The last time Zhao Jianhai was mugged, he was called to open the door by a hoarse voice.
Wang Manyin tried secretly. His voice really changed a lot, and he could not tell who it was.