Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

After some discussion, Wang Feng agreed to give Yuan Hong five jin of cornmeal each month, and Old Liu five jin of cornmeal each month, while Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong would help the other two families.

After the plenary session ended, Wang Feng and Qin Jingru returned to the room, and Lu Banxia followed them.

Qin Jingru poured three cups of tea and said speechlessly, "Brother Wang Feng, this Qin Huairu is too good at pretending. Lately, someone has been paying for her meals at the factory every day. She eats white flour steamed buns and meat dishes, and she always asks for at least three white flour steamed buns, sometimes four."

"She definitely couldn't eat that much, so she took the rest home. No wonder Banggeng was showing off to other kids, saying that her family eats white flour buns and meat every day. And she still wants us to help her with that? That's so shameless."

Lu Banxia took a sip of tea and smiled, "Sister Jingru, isn't Qin Huairu your cousin? You two grew up together, don't you know what kind of person she is?"

Qin Jingru rolled her eyes: "Qin Huairu wasn't like this when they lived in the countryside. She only became like this after she married into the city."

Wang Feng waved his hand: "Alright, Jingru, go cook. It's already 6:30. Oh, and bring out two 5-jin bags of cornmeal from the kitchen. I'll give the cornmeal to Old Man Liu and Yuan Hong later."

"OK."

Qin Jingru agreed and went to the kitchen. A short while later, she brought out two bags of five-pound cornmeal.

"Brother Wang Feng, don't we produce ten jin of cornmeal every month? Why don't you just give ten jin of cornmeal to Old Chen?"

Wang Feng smiled and explained, "Jingru, you don't understand, do you? I divided the ten jin of cornmeal into two portions, five jin each for Old Liu and Yuan Hong. That way, both families will thank us, and if anything happens in the future, they will stand on our side and speak up for us. If we only give it to Old Chen's family, wouldn't we be at a loss?"

"Hehe, Brother Wang Feng, you're so smart," Qin Jingru said happily.

Lu Banxia smiled and nodded, "That's great. Brother Feng has put in the least effort and has received gratitude from both families. It's a pity that Brother Feng isn't in business with such a brain."

Wang Feng took the corn noodles and laughed, "Alright, stop praising me. I'm going to deliver the corn noodles. Banxia, ​​dinner's almost ready, so don't go back."

"Um."

Wang Feng went to Yuan Hong's house in the front yard and handed her five jin of cornmeal, which made Yuan Hong's family extremely grateful to him.

They then went to Old Liu's house in the backyard and handed him five jin of cornmeal. Old Liu was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

"Wang Feng, thank you, thank you so much. When your family was struggling before, Uncle Liu couldn't help you much because his own family was also struggling. I never expected you to help me. Uncle Liu may not know how to talk, but if you need anything in the yard in the future, just come to Uncle Liu. If I even frown, I'm a son of a bitch."

Wang Feng was very happy to see that Old Man Liu was grateful to him for the five jin of cornmeal.

It was clear that Old Man Liu was genuinely grateful to him, and his gratitude was different from that of Yuan Hong's family. Although Yuan Hong's family was also very grateful to him, their gratitude was not as pure as Old Man Liu's.

Old Liu's wife died young, and his son died a couple of years ago. His daughter-in-law also ran off with someone else, so now he's a bachelor, the kind of person who only has one person to feed and no one else to worry about.

Needless to say, if anyone dares to bully him or Qin Jingru in the future, Old Man Liu will definitely rush to help, just like Aunt Wu. Moreover, Old Man Liu is only in his fifties, tall and strong, and a good fighter.

As for Yuan Hong's family, if he gets into any trouble in the yard, they might at most stand up for him and say a few words. But if it comes to fighting, Yuan Hong's family definitely won't get involved. That's the difference between Old Man Liu and the Yuan family.

Wang Feng smiled and nodded at Old Liu: "Uncle Liu, don't be so polite. We've lived in the same courtyard for over ten years. You watched me grow up. Now that I'm working and earning money, I can't just watch you starve to death. Alright, Uncle Liu, you should go back and cook. I need to go back and eat too."

"Why."

On his way back to the Intermediate People's Court, Wang Feng felt somewhat heavy-hearted.

He didn't expect that in just the second month after the New Year, the quota would be reduced by 20%.

The total quantity will be reduced by 30%, but he doesn't know when that third 30% will be reduced.

I bet the whole of Beijing is in an uproar today. Cornmeal is currently 80 cents a pound, and the ration has been reduced by another 10%. Tonight, the price of cornmeal on the black market will probably be no less than 1.2 yuan.

As soon as Wang Feng arrived at the Intermediate Court, he saw that more than twenty people had gathered there, led by the three old men, Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Yan Fugui. Even Qin Huairu and Li Sumei had come, as well as Yuan Hong and Ma Xiaohu. Only Old Man Liu and Aunt Wu were absent. Everyone was carrying a burlap sack.

Wang Feng walked up to Yan Fugui and asked, "Old Yan, what are you doing?"

Yan Fugui sighed and said, "When we were having the hospital-wide meeting earlier, we forgot that the ration has been reduced by another 10%. The price of cornmeal is definitely going to skyrocket. I only remembered this after I got home, so I hurriedly gathered everyone to go to Pigeon Market to buy grain. Maybe Pigeon Market hasn't received the news of the ration reduction yet. If we buy more grain in advance, wouldn't we make a profit?"

Wang Feng nodded and gave Yan Fugui a thumbs up: "Old Yan, you really are a shrewd shrewd businessman. Alright, you guys hurry up and go. Grain is definitely going to get more and more expensive. If you go a minute earlier, you might lose a few cents a pound."

With that, Wang Feng walked into the house.

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Wang Feng turned around and looked at Yan Fugui, asking, "Old Yan, is there anything else?"

"Wang Feng, aren't you going to buy grain?" Yan Fugui asked in surprise.

"No need, you can go ahead. I still have some food at home, so I don't need to buy anything for now."

Hearing Wang Feng's words, Yan Fugui was very puzzled. Almost every household had gone, but Wang Feng's family hadn't. Even if they had a lot of food, it would eventually run out.

When Wang Feng returned to the house, Lu Banxia poured him a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Brother Feng, Auntie San asked me to go to the pigeon market to buy grain, but I didn't go."

Wang Feng smiled and waved his hand: "Banxia, ​​you are now a member of the Wang family. Our family has enough food to last a lifetime. You don't need to worry about these things anymore. Just focus on giving my Wang family a few more big, healthy sons."

"Brother Feng, you're so mean!"