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

Actually, quite a few people sell sheep, because the government's purchase price for the same fat ram is only a dozen yuan.

The government buys it at this price, and then transports it back to sell to citizens at a low price, so there's not much to say about it.

Holding ten cartons of cigarettes, he walked to the place the staff had indicated. Before Wang Xingguo could even speak, someone came up to ask him questions.

"Comrade, shall we exchange sheep?"

Wang Xingguo nodded and said, "Comrade, I'd like to trade sheep. Do you have any fat sheep?"

This man, dressed in Uyghur attire, looks much younger than his age, thanks to his deep tan.

He nodded repeatedly and said, "We absolutely need some fat sheep. How about two packs of cigarettes for a whole sheep?"

Wang Xingguo said with a smile, "Fat sheep are fine, but lambs are not."

The man patted his chest and said, "That's impossible! It has to be a big, fat sheep, very plump and delicious."

In this way, Wang Xingguo traded one sheep for two, another for two, exchanging tobacco, alcohol, cloth, and tea for a total of forty-two sheep.

Each time, he would lead the sheep to a secluded place, store it in his spatial storage, and then find someone to trade it with.

In the end, he led a smaller sheep, which looked to weigh only about 70 pounds, back to the guesthouse.

The staff member excitedly led the sheep over, said a few words to someone in the kitchen, and then returned to Wang Xingguo, saying, "Comrade, I'll have the kitchen prepare hand-pulled noodles for you. How about we take half of the sheep offal to make soup, and keep the other half?"

Wang Xingguo nodded and said, "No problem, let's do it this way. Don't cut the meat into big pieces, you know there are more than 30 of us to eat."

"Absolutely, we'll divide it according to the needs of so many people."

They originally thought Wang Xingguo was going to bring back lambs, but he brought back a big sheep instead. The meat and fat from that sheep were quite different, so they were too embarrassed to ask for any mutton.

In the evening, everyone ate hand-pulled mutton rice, but Wang Xingguo made up for it with national food coupons, because they would be given some national food coupons when they went on missions, which were used to deal with situations where they needed to stay overnight.

The hand-pulled mutton rice and mutton offal soup made everyone very satisfied.

Although this hand-pulled mutton rice only has onions and no other side dishes, the mutton broth seeps into the rice grains, making it incredibly delicious.

Wang Xingguo ate very well; having a meal like this occasionally is truly a treat.

Everyone knew that Wang Xingguo had secretly paid for the sheep, and they all thanked him.

Wang Xingguo smiled and nodded in response, explaining that he himself was craving something and, seeing everyone's exhaustion, thought of giving them a special meal to replenish their energy.

The next afternoon, they boarded the train back to Beijing. After eight days and eight nights, at 4 p.m. on October 16, Wang Xingguo and his party arrived at Beijing Railway Station.

After writing work reports, submitting task receipts, and replacing our identification documents, we all went to the public bathhouse for a hot bath.

It was already six o'clock in the evening when I got home.

Li Xiuping happily ran to add more dishes; she would always add more dishes for Wang Xingguo whenever he came back.

Everyone gathered around Wang Xingguo and told him about recent events.

The three managers of the trust store couldn't hold on any longer and used their connections to bring back 3,000 catties of grain. Although it was mostly coarse grains like cornmeal, at least the canteen had more food to supplement its lunch.

The situation in the clan was not good because the grain production was reduced to only half of what it used to be. As a result, the clan could not get much grain back from the commune. So the clan members carried the sign that had been earned through the sacrifice of their clan members and clashed with the commune's grain collectors.

There wasn't enough food to go around...

The matter didn't escalate because that was the situation. The relevant departments came directly to the commune and severely criticized the commune's management.

Although I don't know how it was resolved in the end, I heard from my clansmen that the food was saved. Although this winter will be more difficult, using the clan's stored food will be enough to get through the winter.

This is good news. Wang Xingguo realized that he had underestimated Twenty-One and his men. He didn't expect that they were still holding onto the grain he had prepared for them.

That makes sense!

The Twenty-First Master had sent word that he shouldn't worry about the tribe. But the tribespeople here are saying the tribe won't survive. They probably don't know the tribe still has a stockpile of grain, so they're worried about not having enough to eat through the winter.

The neighborhood office received a small batch of supplies to help patients with edema supplement their nutrition, which relieved Director Zhao's urgent need.

In addition, everyone told Wang Xingguo about all the things that happened in the compound.

I didn’t expect so many things to have happened during this time, but it’s all good. At least Wang Xingguo doesn’t have to worry about the situation in the clan anymore.

Wang Jianhua is eleven months old now. The little guy has already recognized people. With Li Xiuping's coaxing, he consciously called Wang Xingguo "Dad".

Wang Xingguo was overjoyed, hugging his son and kissing his little face repeatedly. However, the prickly beard made Wang Jianhua uncomfortable, and he immediately burst into tears.

Wang Xingguo laughed heartily and teased his son for a while before he stopped crying.

"Son, call me Dad."

"Daddy~"

"Oh, my good son, Daddy loves you so much."

Previously, Wang Jianhua's pronunciation was unconscious, but now he is conscious of it and will no longer call everyone "Dad" or "Mom".

Moreover, he's become quite affectionate; when he sees Li Xiuping, he'll reach out and call her "Mommy," wanting her to hug him.

Moreover, he can start eating some soft foods. Li Xiuping has started cooking rice porridge for him with fish and eggs.

So at dinner, the two cousins ​​each used a small spoon to eat warm egg porridge by themselves with their fists clenched. Although they would spill it from time to time, the children were indeed eating by themselves.

I just cracked an egg into the rice porridge; I didn't dare put anything else in.

Wang Xingguo asked, "Wife, now that the two little ones can eat porridge, do we have enough rice at home?"

Li Xiuping nodded and said, "That's enough. The two little ones don't eat much, so they don't need too much rice. I don't dare to make porridge, so I can only cook it into rice paste to feed them, because I'm afraid they'll choke if they eat rice grains."

Just then, Director Zhao came over.

Everyone hurriedly invited him to sit down, but Director Zhao waved his hand and declined, saying, "Xingguo, I heard from others that you're back, so I came to let you know. We'll go to the security office later to discuss the winter vegetable storage."

Wang Xingguo was dumbfounded and said, "Uncle, I should be on a mission when it comes to storing vegetables for winter. What's the point of you coming to me for advice?"

Director Zhao shook his head and said, "Whether you're here or not, your words carry more weight with the people living here. If you go and discuss things, everyone will trust you more, which will save us from too much wrangling."

To be honest, Wang Xingguo really didn't want to get involved in this.

Last year, he was busy with winter vegetable storage because he was drafted to work at the night market, and it was indeed related to the vegetables that everyone needed.

But this year there's no need to rush like last year, and he's not in charge of the night market anymore, so what's the point of doing this?

To put it bluntly, Wang Xingguo is going on another mission in a few days. In what capacity can he discuss this matter?