Winner in life

"Winner in Life [Quick Travel]"

Seeing this sentence means that the purchase ratio is not enough.

Food, food stamps?

What is that?

In order to find out what food stamps were, Ruihe had to inquire cautiously, and found out from Li Dashui the next day. Li Dashui looked exhausted and said that his mother scolded him last night and said he was short-minded.

Last night, Li Dashui's mother, Xiu'e, pressed Li Dashui's forehead and said, "I know you have a good relationship with Xiaoshan, but our family is different from theirs! There are only three people in their family, and only Zhang Dashan gets full work points. How much food do you need to eat every year? If you ask Xiaoshan to go to the factory, what will they eat at home? What if Xiaoshan doesn’t make much food and his monthly salary is too little to buy food?

"I'm sorry, Xiaoshan."

Rui He quickly waved his hand: "Don't say that, you are doing it for my own good." Then he made an innuendo about the food stamps, "My brother and sister-in-law don't want me to go, even if I have money, it's useless. Without food stamps, I can't buy food. Tickets are so annoying, I don’t have them at home.”

Unexpectedly, Li Dashui rolled his eyes: "Who are you trying to coax, your brother and sister-in-law?" He approached Ruihe and lowered his voice, "Although the superiors don't allow people to buy and sell privately, they have to take food stamps to the grain station to buy them, but we rural households Where are the food stamps? What should I do if some people don’t have enough food? Some people just leave the food to rot if they can’t finish it. If you really want to trade, you will definitely find a way!”

Ruihe heard this and his heart pounded: "How, how to do it?"

"You are stupid, you can ask someone in our village to exchange for it! For example, Zhang Xiaocao's family often secretly sends grain into the city to exchange for tickets with those in the city. Her brother is studying at the Workers', Peasants and Soldiers University, and he also needs tickets to eat out. Well, her family is short of food stamps. If you give her money, her family should be willing to sell it to you." Li Dashui curled his lips, "The people in the city don't have enough food to eat, so sometimes they secretly exchange it with us rural people. This is happening behind the scenes. Just be careful and don’t get caught! Why did you even forget this?”

"I haven't forgotten, I just got distracted for a moment." Ruihe quickly put it off and took what Li Dashui said to heart. He still wants to join the factory. If he works harder and earns one yuan a day, he can earn thirty yuan a month. I secretly used the money to buy food, and I could still save twenty yuan in a month. He still believed Li Dashui's words. If he bought it secretly, someone would definitely dare to sell it secretly.

But this world is really weird. You need a "ticket" to buy things. Is it difficult to buy things if you have money? He didn't dare to ask more details, for fear that Li Dashui would get the clue.

After returning home, he and Zhang Dashan mentioned the matter of entering the factory again. Sister-in-law Zhang said: "Who doesn't want to join the factory? There is no place to make money now, but our brigade only has a bamboo factory, a heavy factory on the mine, and Go to the sugar factory on Mining Road, forget about the heavy factory. How difficult is it to get into the bamboo factory and sugar factory? Our family has nothing to do with it. This time you said that the bamboo factory is going to expand its enrollment. Can you guarantee that you will be selected if you go there? Go up? It’s a big loss if you can’t get the stuff into the factory when it’s shipped out!”

But there is nothing in this world where you can sit at home and have pie fall into your lap?

Ruihe doesn't understand the truth. He only knows that you have to do what you want. If you want to make money, you have to endure hardship. If you want to enter a factory, you must first learn to tie bamboo baskets.

He insisted on going, and Zhang Dashan had to speak: "Stop making trouble, Xiaoshan. The bamboo factory has very high recruitment requirements. You will definitely not be able to get in. How can you learn in just a few days? How can Xingying Yong be sincere? Teach you? Anyone who doesn’t hide his skills is a liar.”

Ruihe felt powerless. He actually didn't know how the original owner got along with his brother and sister-in-law before, but he had been here for two months. This was the first time he made a request, but Zhang Dashan and his wife couldn't persuade him at all. Then His eyes looked as if he was making trouble unreasonably.

Maybe I was really making trouble unreasonably. He was a little depressed and couldn't sleep at all during his nap. After turning over a dozen times on the hard bed, he sat up and felt a fire burning in his heart.

He wants to go, he wants to go.

He will definitely regret if he misses this time. What are you afraid of? This is not the second year of the Republic of China, and he is not a servant who was sold into Li's house. Life or death is not up to him.

No one can kill him, he is free!

He has arms and legs and a strong body.

"Maybe I've become greedy." Ruihe had to admit that his heart had grown bigger. When he first arrived here, what he thought most about was not to be discovered by others that he was possessed by a lonely ghost, how to learn to speak the local language as soon as possible, and how to work well, whether it was carrying a hoe to shovel the ground, carrying a manure bucket to pour fertilizer, or going to work He learned and did everything from cutting pig grass to cleaning pig pens. After getting two more sweet potatoes for each meal, he was even more satisfied.

But after Li Dashui said that now there was an opportunity for him to make money, he was no longer satisfied with the life of working in the fields day after day.

He wants to work in a factory, make money, and eat meat.

There is a better life in front of him, and he must try to seize it. There is nothing to regret if he can't catch it, and he won't lose his life because of it.

After thinking about it, Ruihe put forward his opinion again when Zhang Dashan and his wife got up from their nap. Zhang Dashan still disagreed and even became a little angry. Rui He seriously proposed a solution: "If I can't enter the factory in the end, then the ten kilograms of sweet potatoes taken out will be mine. The sweet potatoes distributed this time are divided into parts. Our family took ninety-six kilograms, and there were thirty kilograms in them." Two kilograms are mine. From now on, I will eat the thirty-two kilograms. But I have eaten almost half of the sweet potatoes, so I will divide them again. I still have sixteen kilograms." He glanced at Sister-in-law Zhang and said, "Sister-in-law, take it back to your parents' house. I don’t care about the ten pounds.”

The last sentence made Mrs. Zhang so angry that she almost jumped up! All of a sudden, he pointed at Ruihe and started scolding him, "Why are my wings stiff? I'm a debtor." He was so angry that he could think of whatever he wanted to scold.

At noon, after the sound of the gong, everyone in the village got up and got ready to go to the fields. When they heard the noise in the Zhang family, the neighbors all looked around. The neighbor next door even asked loudly: "Song Li, what are you doing?" What about singing?”

Sister-in-law Zhang's scolding stopped abruptly. She combed the broken hair at her temples and replied loudly: "Yes, I'm opening my voice! I'll sing to you another day!" Then she lowered her voice and stared at Ruihe, "What on earth did you say? What's the matter? My brother and sister-in-law feel sorry for you so much. Now come and figure it out with me, what do you want to do?"

When Ruihe said those words, he felt his heart beating wildly on his face, as if he had suddenly become a "bad guy". But he pursed his lips and insisted: "I just want to go."

"Dashan! It's better to leave now!"

Someone was greeting Zhang Dashan outside, and the next second Li Dashui was also calling Zhang Xiaoshan's name outside the door. It was too embarrassing for outsiders to see the quarrel at home. Zhang Dashan was not happy to see such an embarrassing scene. Seeing that his brother still insisted, he angrily responded: "Go ahead!"

"I also need a ticket, any sugar ticket, soap ticket or cloth ticket will do!" Rui He quickly added that he had asked Li Dashui that Mingyong was getting married and had been saving up tickets recently.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you tonight!"

Families like theirs are among the poorer ones in the village. They don't have any money left at home. Usually, many of the tickets issued by the team cannot be used up and are piled in the corner gathering dust and expired.

After burning the ashes in the afternoon, Ruihe's work was finished. When he got home, he said about it: "I'm going tonight, there are only four days left."

Unexpectedly, Sister-in-law Zhang suddenly changed her mind and was unwilling to pay for the tuition, leaving Ruihe to go empty-handed. She pointed at Rui He's head: "Why are you so stubborn! Just go if Da Shui asks you to go, why do you have to pay for tuition? Ten pounds of sweet potatoes will teach you two to have leftovers in five days! There are also candies, candy stamps How valuable is it? If I give it to you, our family won’t need any candy, let alone a cloth ticket!”

Ruihe doesn't want to. He was very grateful to Dashui for being kind to him, but he understood the truth and couldn't let Brother Yong be angry with Dashui. So she insisted on taking it. Sister-in-law Zhang continued to say it, but Zhang Dashan stopped her: "Okay, don't read it anymore, go to Xiaoshan quickly. It's getting dark, and you won't be able to study for much longer." He made the decision and gave Ruihe a Sugar Tickets. In fact, their family rarely uses candy stamps. They usually exchange them for rice and noodles for other people. Their bosses have no control over these private transactions.

"Why."

Ruihe happily agreed, and Mrs. Zhang finally added: "If you can work in the factory and get paid, don't spend it randomly. Give it to your elder brother and let him keep it for you. You can buy food and cloth in the future."

He hesitated and nodded. The eldest brother is the head of the family and should be in charge of the family. The money earned should be given to the eldest brother.

Rui He went out to Li Dashui's house with Sweet Potato in his arms. Suddenly he heard someone calling him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a red lantern slowly approaching him. When he got closer, Rui He saw clearly that it was not a red lantern but a red lantern. A fluffy red ball? He thought he was asleep and was about to reach out and touch it, but he didn't expect the red ball to pop out of his mouth and start speaking: "Hello host, I am System 460."

Ruihe... Ruihe almost cried in fear.

He thought he had met a monster!

A talking red ball of light in the dark night. Its tone of voice was flat and without any fluctuations. It was very strange. It sounded like a young child's voice, but also like a female voice or a male voice?

Oh my God! Dad, help me, there is a monster!

After all, he was only thirteen years old before his death. Although he came from a poor family and experienced all kinds of things in the world, the place he lived in was not a good place. He only worked hard every day, and his knowledge was really limited.

This, this red fur ball can move, have a mouth, and can talk! He has really never seen it before! He picked up from the ghost stories he had heard and felt that this must be a monster! A man-eating monster!

Help!

The factory recruitment day arrived in such a tight time. Ruihe asked for leave in advance from the production team leader, and got up before dawn that day. He met Li Dashui at the intersection with sweet potatoes in his arms, and the two found a corner to squat on the edge of the field. Then, he dug a hole, stuffed it with broken leaves and dry branches and lit it, then stuffed the sweet potato inside to stuff it.

Li Dashui frowned: "My hands are thick and I can't even hold a needle. If I had known that I couldn't even learn how to make a bamboo basket, I wouldn't have wasted ten kilograms of sweet potatoes at home." He took out the bamboo slices he had stayed up late last night and gave them to Ruihe. , "Can you see if it's well cut?"

Ruihe inspected it carefully and picked out the pieces that were not very well shaved.

"Take these good ones and practice again before the sweet potatoes are ripe."

The two of them agreed to go out early with the intention of practicing one last time. Ruihe was not polite to him and started knitting seriously.

Li Dashui looked at Rui He's dexterous movements with envy, then reluctantly tried again, and finally gave up with regret. As Brother Yong said, he could only try the path of cutting bamboo and cutting it into pieces. He worked hard to stay up until past three o'clock last night, wondering whether he would be able to enter the factory today.

Looking up and seeing Li Dashui looking very nervous, Ruihe comforted him: "You can do it. Look at how well you cut these bamboo strips. It's exactly what Brother Yong said." Seeing Li Dashui's eyes fall on the small bundle of defective products next to him, Ruihe racked his brains to think of another motivational statement: "As long as you work in the factory for a month, you may earn 30 yuan in wages."

Ruihe coveted the 30 yuan very much. He was dragged by Li Dashui to the supply and marketing cooperative once. There were so many things in it! He couldn't pull his eyes away from the candies and rice cakes. He wanted to make money! To buy rice cakes! As long as he thought of the sweet taste, he could endure any hardship.

Li Dashui swallowed his saliva. No matter how many times he heard this news, he felt excited. "30 yuan! That's a lot!"

In this ordinary village where only a few yuan can be spent throughout the year, 30 yuan is really not a small amount. Nowadays, there are few jobs that pay low wages. Ordinary people work in the fields all year round. Even if they try to make extra money, it is still small. It is considered good to make more than 10 or 20 yuan a year. For the sake of these 30 yuan, Li Dashui's courage surged in his heart and he nodded heavily: "Let's work hard together!"