Siheyuan: Starting to work in the security department

On the 24th, it was the day to distribute next month's food in Sijiu City.

In the early morning, a long line formed in front of the grain store waiting to be distributed grain.

Niu Ping'an mingled among the crowd with a bag of grain and a bottle of oil, and even took half a day off to buy grain.

Who says there are so few people in the family?

Because security guards have to train, their monthly ration is 33 kilograms, with 30% being fine grains and 70% being coarse grains.

During the planned economy era, in order to ensure the lives of residents, grain stores and grocery stores were built in every alley in the old city.

There are also department stores in large residential areas.

When you go to the grain store to buy grain, you need to bring grain coupons and grain books. First, you need to see whether you are supplied by this point. Second, flour coupons can be used to buy white flour, while grain coupons also include some rice. What you have bought must be written in the grain book.

The grain store had several large cabinets, each containing rice, flour, and cornmeal. A thick metal funnel was installed on the edge of the cabinet. The salesperson scooped out the grain with a metal dustpan according to the type you wanted, and weighed it on the scale.

There is also a small iron scoop used to add or remove grain from the winnowing basket.

If it is flour, the salesperson will pour it into the funnel after weighing it. The customer will hold his bag open and receive it under the funnel, tie the bag mouth, and go home to eat it.

After pouring, the salesperson has to pat the funnel to prevent the noodles from sticking to the wall of the funnel and causing losses to the customers.

The salesperson poured flour into the cabinet, and the bag was sewn open with a slight pull.

After pouring, you have to turn your pocket over, support it with both hands in your pocket, and shake it continuously to let all the food sticking to the pocket go into the cabinet, leaving no grain behind, cleanly.

After all, it is food, and the quantity can be determined, so we must not be negligent!

After completing this process, the salesperson was covered in white from head to toe, like a snowman.

No wonder the work clothes of the grain store salesmen are white hats and white coats, just like doctors.

One pound of food coupons can buy five pounds of sweet potatoes. Niu Ping'an's family is small, so they don't need to eat sweet potatoes.

When buying oil, the salesperson uses a tin long-handled oil plunger with a measured weight, puts it into the oil barrel to fill it with oil, then brings it up and pours it into a tin funnel on the oil bottle.

Niu Ping'an used up all of Niu Baoguo's ration and only used his own share of fine grain, because one had to pay for grain coupons to eat at the factory and had to plan his use.

On October 1st, a day when the whole country was celebrating, Niu Ping'an could not be happy.

Early in the morning, Niu Ping'an prepared breakfast and went to the room to call Niu Baoguo to get up as usual.

It turned out that Niu Baoguo had fainted on the kang, his whole body hot.

Niu Ping'an suddenly panicked and wanted to carry Niu Baoguo to the hospital, but then he thought that Niu Baoguo had a lung injury and he was worried that carrying him on his back would put pressure on his chest.

Niu Ping'an ran out of the house and knocked on Xu Damao's door.

"Brother Damao, Brother Damao!"

"Ping An, what happened?"

During the National Day holiday, Xu Damao opened the door sleepily and asked.

"Brother Damao, my uncle is unconscious. Please help me carry him to the gate of the courtyard. I will go call a car."

Niu Ping'an didn't have time to say hello and hurriedly told the general situation.

When Xu Damao heard that Niu Baoguo was unconscious, he woke up instantly.

"Okay, go get a taxi!"

After getting Xu Damao's reply, Niu Pingan ran out of the courtyard in a hurry.

When the neighbors saw Niu Ping'an so anxious, they knew something had happened, but since he didn't ask them for help, they didn't take it seriously.

Niu Ping'an hailed a tricycle at the entrance of the alley and immediately returned to the yard. He was so busy that he was sweating profusely and didn't care about anything else.

Niu Ping'an returned to the house and put Niu Baoguo's box of money into the space first.

Only then did they remove the door panel, and they and Xu Damao carried Niu Baoguo to the gate of the courtyard.

When the neighbors saw the two of them carrying Niu Baoguo out, they knew that something had happened to Niu Baoguo and ran over to watch.

As the managers, Yi Zhonghai and the other two naturally would not miss this opportunity to gain reputation. They stepped out from the crowd and asked a few questions in a caring manner.

"Ping An, how is Bao Guo?"

"Yes, Ping An, if you need our help, just let us know!"

"My uncle has a fever and is unconscious. I have to rush him to the hospital."

Niu Ping'an was in a hurry and didn't bother to flatter them, let alone expect them to lend a hand.

After saying something casually, he carried Niu Baoguo onto the tricycle.

"Brother Damao, please bring the door panel back home for me."

"Okay, Ping An, go ahead."

Xu Damao did not refuse this small favor, but as for accompanying Niu Ping'an to the hospital, that was impossible.

Niu Ping'an also knew that his relationship with his neighbors was average, so he didn't expect them to help him. As soon as he got on the tricycle, he urged the driver to speed up.

After the tricycle went away, people began to discuss in low voices. Some gloated, some showed regret, and some even looked towards the backyard with flickering eyes.

"Okay, shut up. Our courtyard has always been a civilized courtyard, so put away those little thoughts."

Yi Zhonghai looked at the noisy crowd and scolded.

"I'm very disappointed with what happened today. No one except Damao was willing to help when Baoguo was in a coma."

Hearing Yi Zhonghai's accusations, some of the neighbors were thin-skinned and looked ashamed; others had already seen through Yi Zhonghai's character and looked disdainful.

"Humph.."

With a cold snort, Yi Zhonghai returned to the central courtyard with his hands behind his back.

Liu Haizhong looked unhappy and wanted to say something polite, but unfortunately he didn't have enough words to express his feelings and his face turned red.

Yan Bugui looked as if it had nothing to do with him, shook his head and went back to the house.