In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

Wang Xingguo nodded and said, "I don't care about these things. Just tell others that you're looking for help from those night markets."

Their night market is gone, but the other seven night markets are still open.

Therefore, wealthy people in the East District have to go to the West District night market to get supplies.

Those people want to use the current trust shops to turn them into night markets and make money off them.

Unfortunately, they couldn't do it.

Because the higher-ups wouldn't approve it, especially the old leader, who had approved the conversion of the night market into a trust shop, it couldn't be converted back into a night market without his permission.

Just kidding. The reform itself was to remove Wang Xingguo from the list and prevent his file from being tainted. What kind of nonsense is it to reinstate him?

Wang Xingguo's file now only records the amount of foreign exchange earned. If any problems arise in the future, checking the accounts could easily lead to trouble, so it needs to be removed from the file.

Wang Xingguo returned home with his belongings, where Li Xiuping was still waiting for him.

Wang Xingguo said with a smile, "Honey, I got a batch of rabbits. Should we raise a few too?"

Without hesitation, Li Xiuping nodded and said, "Okay, I'm really bored right now, but I don't know what would be suitable in winter?"

Wang Xingguo pointed to the side of the kitchen door and said, "We'll raise this area a bit and use wire cages to raise them. You'll need to clean up their droppings every day, otherwise the whole house will stink."

Li Xiuping is a diligent person, so naturally she had no objections.

Wang Xingguo brought back several kilograms of cured meat, several canned goods, two kilograms of brown sugar, and more than three kilograms of eggs.

Because the eggs don't keep for long, these are all eggs collected in the last few days; the other eggs were given to the hens to incubate.

There are five hens brooding now, and soon the flock will grow bigger again.

He only kept this many chickens because he knew that with the temperature inside the space, as long as he was willing to feed them, he could quickly grow the flock of chickens and ducks.

Wang Yongchang and his team directly used trucks to bring the goods back, and went door-to-door to arrange for people to attend a large meeting.

Wang Xingguo was too lazy to go; his older brother could go.

Wheat flour costs three yuan per jin (500g), and each household is limited to buying two jin. If you can't buy it, there's nothing you can do.

Cornmeal costs two yuan per jin (500g), and each household can buy a maximum of eight jin. Dried sweet potatoes cost four mao (0.4 yuan) per jin, and each household can buy a maximum of eight jin. Potatoes cost three mao (0.3 yuan) per jin, and each household can buy a maximum of ten jin.

A pair of rabbits costs six yuan. Buy them if you want, or don't if you don't.

However, no one objected. Although everyone knew perfectly well that it was Wang Xingguo who brought it back, they pretended to believe him when they said they got it from other night markets.

In everyone's eyes, even if the items were brought back from other night markets, it was only because of Wang Xingguo's connections that they were able to get them.

No one would hesitate to spend a few dozen yuan. Nowadays, wheat flour costs six or seven yuan per pound, cornmeal costs around four yuan, and rabbits are even more expensive. Rabbits, which used to be disliked, now sell for seven or eight yuan each.

Wang Xingguo had no idea they made so much money; he hadn't intended to earn that money.

However, Wang Yongli and his colleagues felt that the price was too cheap. They thought that if they continued to buy such cheap grain, it would make things difficult for Wang Xingguo. So they set the price at this not-so-cheap price.

Five hundred rabbits were sold for 1,200 yuan. Including the money for grain and cured meat, a total of 9,100 yuan was given to Wang Xingguo.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Xingguo asked, "Could the clan obtain grain from other villages by paying money?"

Wang Yongli shook his head and said, "It's impossible. Everyone is very protective of food these days. Nobody wants to die from a lack of food during the winter."

Wang Xingguo sighed and nodded, saying, "Then let's leave it at that. I can't go back to the village right now. It's fine if you carry some grain back yourselves, but if there's too much, I'm afraid there will be problems."

Wang Yongchang said earnestly, "The clan has said that you've contributed enough to the clan, and you shouldn't let it affect your work. Actually, we didn't want this to happen either, but some clan members were incited by those colleagues. Yongli and I will discipline them and not allow them to act as pawns and cause trouble like this again."

Wang Xingguo waved his hand and said, "Forget it, there's no nonsense here. Even Yonghe's kid calls me 'brother,' and he really does look ridiculously thin."

Wang Yongli nodded and said, "Our Wang family is only fortunate to have someone like you; otherwise, we'd all be living a hard life. So many people have joined the army and gone to the city, but not a single one of them has been able to contribute anything to the clan! If Xingguo isn't made the clan leader in the future, I'll be the first to object!"

"No, I don't know how my career will develop in the future, so this clan chief position is not suitable for me."

It was already 1 a.m., and Wang Xingguo urged them to go back and rest quickly, as they had to go to work the next day.

He closed the door, took the money, and went back to his room. Li Xiuping and her son had already fallen asleep again.

He left 600 yuan for his wife to keep safe. Money gives people courage, and if she has money, she won't think about going to work all the time.

He's only home a few days a month, so there's no need for her to go to work so hard. He plans to give the job to someone else soon, and let Li Xiuping stay home and take care of the children.

Wang Xingguo was also exhausted and sleepy. He hadn't been sleeping well on the train, and after being busy for so long after getting home, he fell asleep quickly after lying down on the bed.

The next day, when Li Xiuping got up with her son, Wang Xingguo was still asleep; he was just too tired.

Wang Xingguo slept until the afternoon before waking up. His younger siblings had gone to school, while Li Xiuping and Aunt Zhao chatted idly in the house.

After saying hello, Wang Xingguo went to wash up.

I noticed there's only one crucian carp left in the tank; I need to find some time to get some more.

After washing up, Wang Xingguo ate the lunch that had been left for him, and while eating, he asked Aunt Zhao, "Auntie, where's Weiguo? Didn't you bring him today?"

Aunt Zhao explained, "Weiguo went to the factory with his father. Now the factory allows children to go, and the factory leaders even allow them to buy an expensive meal for the children. They can spend money to buy food for the children and save some food at home."

Wang Xingguo exclaimed in surprise, "That's great? Do all factory leaders let us bring our children?"

Aunt Zhao explained, "No, that's not it. Only technicians and intermediate-level workers have this benefit. Actually, this matter has caused quite a stir. The other workers in the factory are unhappy, but the factory wants these intermediate-level workers to work overtime to catch up on the work. Without food subsidies, no one can work."

So it turns out they were working overtime to rush the project, then that makes sense.

This is normal practice. Working overtime without food subsidies is like trying to get people who are already starving. How can they possibly work?

Moreover, relevant departments usually grant special grain subsidies to units that rush to complete projects. Ordinary workers, due to technical issues, cannot receive these subsidies, and even if they are dissatisfied, there is nothing they can do.

Making a big fuss won't do any good, because the food subsidy is meant for workers who work overtime. Ordinary workers don't even have the ability or the right to work overtime.