Courtyard House: He Daqing Forces Qin Huairu into Marrying at the Beginning

Yang Yong could hardly believe it.

This was the first time he had ever heard that eating meat could cause health problems.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the hospital and see for yourself."

He's still lying in his hospital bed.

Yang Yong turned his head and exchanged glances with the people next to him. After confirming their understanding, he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and gave his reply.

"In that case, let's apologize to Director He and everyone in the hospital first."

I'm sorry to have bothered you.

Please ask Yan Bugui to come to our compound tonight and explain the matter in person.

After saying that, Yang Yong led his group away.

When Yang Yong and his group learned that Yan Jiecheng had almost lost his life, they began to back down.

Some neighborhood disputes are really not worth escalating to the point of causing death.

Chapter 105 Flour Purchase Restrictions

Whether you stick your neck out or not, you can't escape what's coming.

After several attempts to refuse, Yan Bugui still had to obediently go to the neighboring courtyard to apologize and compensate for the losses.

After cleaning up Yan Jiecheng's mess, Yan Bugui lowered his head and walked unsteadily back into the courtyard.

Recently, the Yan family has suffered a series of misfortunes, and their situation has deteriorated rapidly. Yan Bugui's already sparse hair has fallen out even more severely, and the proportion of white hair has increased significantly, making him look much older.

The neighbors in the courtyard all expressed their sympathy for Yan Bugui's plight.

However, few people were willing to step in and help Yan Bugui.

Everyone sees this clearly.

Yan Bugui's current state is entirely his own doing.

The sins committed by God can be forgiven, but the sins committed by oneself cannot be lived.

No one can blame them.

Thus, with everyone ignoring him, Yan Bugui was unable to stir up any more trouble.

The courtyard returned to calm.

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, snowflakes began to fall from the sky; it was already November.

That day, He Daqing was warming himself by the fire at home.

Around the edge of the fireplace where the firewood was burning, several sweet potatoes and potatoes were roasting. Steam rose slowly from the teapot on the stove, condensing into a cloud of white mist in the air.

Winter is cold, and the wind outside is unbearable, so you should rest indoors.

He Daqing took the fire tongs and gently poked the skin of the sweet potato to see if it had softened.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

He Daqing put down his tools, got up, and went to open the door.

Outside the door, Director Zhang, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat, stamped his feet and breathed on his hands, which were red from the cold.

"The Qing Dynasty".

"Oh, it's Director Zhang."

It's cold outside, come inside and sit down.

He Daqing quickly greeted them.

The director of the subdistrict office came to visit despite the snow, and He Daqing thought that there must be some policy from above that needed to be announced.

Director Zhang strode into the room and finally breathed a sigh of relief after being cooled by the cold wind.

This awful weather is unbearable outside; she's practically frozen to death.

"Director Zhang, please sit here."

Qin Huairu moved a stool over, placed it by the fireplace, and said to Director Zhang with a smile.

He Daqing was the manager of the courtyard and had frequent contact with Director Zhang.

We're all acquaintances now.

"Thank you."

After warming himself by the fire for a while and recovering, Director Zhang finally got down to business.

"Great Qing, I have come here to convey an important policy."

You should already know about the unified purchase and sale of grain.

Starting next Monday, flour will be supplied on a planned basis.

The neighborhood office will issue flour purchase certificates based on the quota allocated to each household.

From now on, you'll need a voucher to buy flour; you can't buy more than you need.

Please inform the neighbors in the courtyard that we'll all go to the neighborhood office to collect our certificates tomorrow.

Flour is an important staple food.

It concerns the livelihoods of countless families, and we cannot afford to be careless in the slightest.

"Director Zhang, I understand."

"Wait a minute, I'll go and inform everyone in the hospital right away."

He Daqing had been prepared for this day.

The "flour purchase certificate" was merely a transitional ration coupon.

It will be replaced by a more standardized grain coupon system in 55.

A planned economy is not achieved overnight, but gradually.

It started with flour, and then grains, oils, non-staple foods, and all sorts of commodities were incorporated into the planned economy system.

In the future, purchases will all require receipts.

This is an inevitable trend that cannot be defied.

Fortunately, He Daqing had already stored up enough food, and with the supplies he received from checking in every day, he was able to live a very comfortable life.

There's no need to worry about lacking food, drink, or clothing.

"Director Zhang, it must have been hard for you to come all this way in this cold weather."

Let's eat some sweet potatoes to fill our stomachs first.

He Daqing used tongs to take a sweet potato with a slightly charred skin and an enticing sweet aroma from the fireplace and handed it to Director Zhang.

No, no.

I appreciate your kind intentions.

Are you in a hurry to go to the next hospital to give a notification?

I'm leaving. "

Director Zhang waved his hand in refusal.

He Daqing took out two sheets of parchment paper from the cabinet next to him, wrapped the roasted sweet potatoes in them, and handed them to Director Zhang.

"Director Zhang, please don't be so polite, it's just a sweet potato."

It's cold, so please hold it in your hands to warm them.

"Thank you, Great Qing."

Director Zhang couldn't refuse, so he finally brought the sweet potatoes with him.

In the cold winter, a bite of warm, soft, sweet sweet potato is truly comforting.

He Daqing's gift was not extravagant, but it was very practical.

"Brother Daqing, flour is now rationed, so will the price of grain go up?"

Qin Huairu asked with some concern.

Whenever policies change, ordinary people are still most concerned about basic needs like food and clothing.

"Prices will not increase."

In the future, all grain will be sold by the state, and prices will be very stable.

You just can't buy too many.

If we want to eat more, we'll have to find other ways.

Don't worry, your man is the cafeteria manager.

We won't lack anything, we won't lack a single bite to eat.

Our family has plenty of reserves.

We'll continue to live a good life.

He Daqing stockpiled so many supplies in order to prepare for the difficulties to come.

With adequate preparation, our quality of life will not decline.

Hearing He Daqing's words, Qin Huairu finally felt relieved.

"Here, have a sweet potato first."

"Let's eat our fill first, then we'll tell the neighbors."

He Daqing took the remaining potatoes and sweet potatoes out of the fireplace.