Era: Starting from divorce from female college student

Chapter 28, Take it here!
"Bring over your grain books, grain coupons, and money."

Hu Chunmei, a staff member at the grain station, glared at Zhao Mancang and spoke in a bad tone.

There is no rule that prohibits buying ten bags of flour, but Hu Chunmei thinks Zhao Mancang is abominable. One or two bags of flour would be enough, but he insists on buying more. Humph!

Can his family have so much food?

"Thank you!"

Zhao Mancang smiled very sincerely, as if the person who had just argued with others was not him.

However, he felt that Hu Chunmei looked somewhat familiar. Her figure and facial features were very familiar, but this face was definitely the first time he had seen it.

He thought for a long time, until Hu Chunmei weighed his grain, and then he suddenly reacted.

My goodness, it seems that the target of his prank last night was Hu Chunmei, right?

For a moment, the more he looked at the other person, the more he felt that there was nothing wrong with this guess.

He hadn't expected that this somewhat fierce and aggressive grain station worker, who looked like a hot pepper, would actually play such a trick behind the scenes?

Isn't that a bit too bold?

"Why are you staring at me? Are you trying to be a hooligan?"

Seeing Zhao Mancang staring at her intently, Hu Chunmei became furious.

"Which eye of yours saw me looking at you?" Zhao Mancang rolled his eyes and refused to admit it. His face was thicker than a city wall.

"And if you're not looking at me, how do you know I'm looking at you? Besides, this is a grain station. If I'm not looking at you, what if you try to weigh me?"

If Hu Chunmei had a sinister heart and pressed the flour slightly with her hands when weighing Zhao Mancang's flour, the actual weight of the flour would be much less.

You should really keep an eye on it!
But as a grain station staff member, Hu Chunmei certainly cannot do this, otherwise she will definitely be scolded to death by her neighbors and leaders.

From then on, I couldn't even hold my head up in front of my neighbors.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly weigh you down?"

Hu Chunmei was immediately furious. This Zhao Mancang was simply too much!
"Oh, you're allowed to accuse me of being a hooligan, and I can't even say a few words to you?"

Zhao Mancang rolled his eyes and snatched the flour, cornmeal, dried sweet potatoes and other food from the other party's hands:
"Bring it to you!"

He had seen it clearly just now. Hu Chunmei did not press the scale when she weighed it. It could even be said that the amount was more than enough.

It's possible that there was an extra ounce or two of flour.

According to the food supply standard in the capital in the 40s, calculated based on heavy manual laborers like Zhao Mancang, the monthly food quota was approximately 49 to 44 kilograms, and the average should not exceed kilograms.

The grain allotment written on Zhao Mancang’s grain book was forty-five kilograms.

The 45 kilograms will be weighed according to the ratio of 6:3:1 for flour, cornmeal and dried sweet potatoes, so he can buy 27 kilograms of flour, 13.5 kilograms of cornmeal and 4.5 kilograms of dried sweet potatoes.

The above is Zhao Mancang’s food for this month.

Of course, some people will not buy all the food from the grain station, but will keep some food coupons for use at their workplace.

For Zhao Mancang, it is definitely better to cook at home.

According to his life attitude of lying down and letting things go, it would obviously be better for him to eat out. Besides, he is alone and cooking is particularly troublesome.

But for now, our strength really doesn't allow it.

I only have about 40 yuan left on me. How can I afford to eat out every day?

He had previously ripped Jin Wenliang off for five yuan and fifty cents, plus the ten yuan he'd borrowed from Li Baoguo, and fifteen yuan and fifty cents, and had been frugal with it, so after ten days or so, he had just a little over four yuan left. The fifty-four yuan and ten cents he'd just received yesterday, plus the ten yuan he'd paid back to Li Baoguo, plus the eight yuan he'd just spent on food, meant he only had a little over forty yuan left.

"Hmph, Zhao Mancang, just wait for me. You'd better pray that you don't fall into my hands, otherwise, hmph..."

Looking at Zhao Mancang's back as he walked away with the grain, Hu Chunmei stomped her feet in anger.

Zhao Mancang carried the food back to Yard No. 18. He met many neighbors along the way and chatted with them for a while, but he never stopped.

When I got home, I definitely didn’t have time to cook this morning’s meal.

So after adding a little flour at home, I threw the rest into the system space for storage.

He had conflicts with the Jin family in the backyard, and it was he who sent Jin Wenliang to labor camp with his own hands. Therefore, no valuables could be left at home to prevent the house from being stolen again.

However, when he was running towards the steel plant while eating a steamed bun on the way, his miserable appearance made him wish he had a bicycle even more.

"Although my past life was miserable, at least I still had an 18th-hand Jetta to get around. Now, alas, it's all the tears of time!"

Just consider it as exercise!
Zhao Mancang can only use this sentence to comfort himself now.

In today's steel mill, the workers' enthusiasm for work and smiles are visibly greater than usual.

Because I received my salary and food coupons yesterday, and I just bought some food today.

As the saying goes, if you have food in your hands, you will not be worried.

As long as I can eat enough, nothing else matters.

Peng Sixi was particularly silent today, as if he was being excluded by Zhang Debao and the others.

It is probably related to what happened yesterday. It is very likely that Peng Sixi himself did not expect that Wu Huamin would trust Zhao Mancang so much and not give him any chance at all.

In fact, Peng Sixi is simply the epitome of stupidity and recklessness.

Yesterday, Peng Sixi openly defied Wu Huamin in front of everyone. If the latter does not stop him in time, how will Wu Huamin manage the breeding room in the future?
What's more, any normal person would choose to trust the experienced Zhao Mancang rather than Peng Sixi, who has no ability but likes to show off.

So Peng Sixi was marginalized purely because of his own fault.

Zhao Mancang just listened and did not make any comments on these things.

He has his own work to do. If he really has no work, he will just idle away his time and get paid.

By lunchtime, half a day had passed.

In the afternoon, Zhao Mancang and Jiang Dayong went straight to the Huaishuling Production Team.

As soon as we arrived at Huaishuling, the boys we met yesterday ran to call their captain.

When Liu Changge arrived, he was smiling and gave Zhao Mancang a thumbs up.

"Comrade Zhao, you are truly amazing. That yellow ox is much better now. It ate a lot of grass this morning."

Because of the swelling and pus on its feet, the yellow cow didn't eat much grass, which made Liu Changge and the others very anxious.

"It's a good thing to be able to eat grass."

Zhao Mancang agreed with a smile, and then went to check on the scalper's situation.

It took me a long time to change the medicine for the yellow cattle, and I spent a lot of time standing outside in the shade of the trees to cool off.

This is a reasonable way of slacking off.

(End of this chapter)