" It's so f * cking cold…"
Chen Weiguo held an porcelain cup with the words " Long live the great man " printed on it. He poured a cup of hot water from a thermos flask, covered it with both hands, and sat down beside the coal stove in the grain station.
Chen Weiguo picked up the fire pliers and lifted the iron lid of the coal stove. He looked inside and saw that the honeycomb briquettes were burning white and were about to be extinguished.
The honeycomb briquettes were usually piled up in the corner of the grain store entrance. There were still two hours before work ended.
Chen Weiguo decided to go out and get a new piece to fill it up. He didn't want to suffer from the cold at all.
As soon as the door opened, the cold wind that blew against his face made Chen Weiguo shudder.
He raised his head and breathed out a white mist. He looked around and saw a few more red banners on the gray brick walls of the nearby alley. On them were slogans such as " Be a good student of a great man " and " Please actively participate in labor and accelerate the construction of the society " written in black and white paint.
All of this was so familiar yet strange, like a live-action fantasy movie, and he was the main character of the movie.
Chen Weiguo leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly.
He turned around and glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall of the grain store. It was December 21st, 1961. It had been more than three months since he transmigrated here.
That's right, Chen Weiguo had transmigrated.
He had only slept for a while, but he did not expect to be in this body when he woke up.
The body that he had transmigrated into was also called Chen Weiguo.
He had just turned twenty, and his parents had passed away early. They had left him a suite of about sixty square meters in the Beijing Siheyuan. Although it was only a simple house with white walls and cement floors, it was spacious. After all, there was no shared space in this era. There was another family of four in the Siheyuan who squeezed into a small single room of less than twenty square meters!
He didn't have many relatives in the family. He only had one uncle, Chen Aijun, who was the deputy director of the Beijing Grain Bureau. He had quite a background.
He, Chen Weiguo, could be considered to have a strong backing.
Chen Weiguo lost his parents when he was young, so Chen Aijun raised him as his own son. He treated him better than his own children.
As soon as Chen Weiguo graduated from high school, Chen Aijun arranged for him to be a full-time worker at the 58 Grain Station near the courtyard.
In this era, the grain station was not an ordinary unit. Those who did not have any connections at home were considered to have a " hot cake " and an " iron rice bowl."
If anyone could get a position in the grain station, the matchmakers would form a long line and stretch their necks to wait.
Needless to say, he had a respectable job. His monthly salary was not low either. It was a full 32 yuan. One had to know that in this era, most people only spent five or six yuan a month!
Therefore, 32 yuan was quite a comfortable life for a bachelor like Chen Weiguo, who had enough for himself and his family. In addition, Chen Aijun sent him gifts every few days, afraid that he would suffer the slightest bit. The things he sent were piled up into a small mountain.
Unfortunately, this era didn't have the mobile phones, computers, air conditioning, and Wi-Fi of the 21st century, which made him quite uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the pace of life in this era was slow, and the courtyard house he was living in was very noisy every day.
It was much more interesting for him to eat melon seeds and watch the show than to watch a TV series.
Chen Weiguo touched his pocket.
In addition to money, there were two tickets in his pocket. One was a cigarette ticket and the other was a wine ticket.
Don't underestimate these two tickets. They were good stuff.
In this era, due to the lack of material resources, the country implemented a planned economy. No matter what they wanted to buy, they had to buy it with a ticket.
Candy needed candy tickets, cloth needed cloth tickets, grain needed food tickets, meat needed meat tickets, and everything that could be thought of needed tickets.
Chen Weiguo was going to his uncle's house for dinner today.
He had found the tickets before he left and planned to buy some of Chen Aijun's favorite drinks and a pack of cigarettes for himself.
His unit didn't actually issue tobacco and alcohol tickets, but he was guarding the grain station. It was like guarding a nest of gold and silver.
Chen Weiguo could be said to be sitting at home, and money came from all directions.
Ever since he started this class, Chen Weiguo had never stopped eating and drinking.
He was someone who knew how to repay kindness. As long as there was anything good, he would definitely show filial piety to his uncle.
Chen Weiguo stepped on the cigarette butt and carried a new honeycomb briquet into the grain station.
The grain station wasn't considered small. Other than the eight-door warehouse in the backyard, the store alone was about a hundred square meters. In front of the store was a row of wooden counters painted with brownish-red paint. The counters were glass, and a few large wooden boxes filled with grain could be seen under the glass.
On both sides of the counter were two square green metal buckets that looked like inverted funnels. The metal buckets were huge and connected directly to the roof. Inside were the monthly rations that everyone could receive. On the left was rice, and on the right was noodles. Beside the metal buckets was a set of words. The big red font was straight and straight, and it wrote the highest instructions.
On the day of grain collection, there would be a long queue at the entrance of the grain station before dawn. Everyone was carrying sacks in their hands, and those in better conditions were even pushing bicycles.
When they reached the end of the queue, they handed over their food tickets and food books to Chen Weiguo. After checking that there were no problems, they placed the burlap bags under the metal bucket. When they opened the gate, the food fell into the bags from under the metal bucket.
At this time, there would always be mischievous children reaching out to play with the rice or flour. When Chen Weiguo was young, he also liked to put his hands in the rice to play, but he put his hands in the rice jar in the supermarket. After all, he was born late. When he could remember, the grain station had long since withdrawn from the stage of history.
Chen Weiguo looked behind him. Behind the counter were a few large oil cans that were almost as high as his chest. Even if he smelled them every day, he could still smell the mellow fragrance of vegetable oil.
This era was poor, but the things they made were all real and not fake.
He shifted his gaze to the right. There was an old-fashioned scale there. If the weight was too large, he had to pass the scale. When the things were placed on the scale, Chen Weiguo took the flat weight and placed it on the scale one by one until the weight was correct. Only then did he seal the mouth and take it away.
The head of the grain station was a little old man surnamed Fang. He was a soldier who had been transferred to civilian service. It was said that he had made contributions on the battlefield. As he was getting older, all he could think about was taking care of his grandson. Every day, he would leave after three in the afternoon to pick up his grandson.
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