Chapter 41： working class family

Chapter 41 Workers’ Families

There are really not many things. There are three national general food stamps worth two taels.

As for the money, the smallest one is one cent, the largest one is five cents, and all the zeros and zeros add up to two yuan and twenty cents.

Although we know that the purchasing power of banknotes is very strong in this era, for Si Ningning, who is used to living a wealthy life, this penny is simply speechless.

If you have a chance, you still have to make money first.

Money is the same as food. Only when you have it in your hands can you not panic and feel at ease.

After locking the box and placing it on the inside of the bed, Si Ningning put his wallet into the space and lay down on the bed in a large shape.

Not satisfied with this, he crossed his legs comfortably.

He was wearing a skirt. When he lifted his legs, the hem of the skirt slid down, and his lower body was bare and cool, facing the window...

Not to mention how strange it is.

Si Ningning simply turned around to sleep. During this period, she couldn't help but look up at the window.

This area is bright and bright. It is cool and comfortable in summer, but it is indeed a bit inconvenient for sleeping.

Although there is cloth in the space, it is all good cloth. In this situation of scarcity, it certainly cannot be taken out.

After all, in this day and age, a regular factory worker in the city can save between 1.2 to 1.7 yuan in cloth coupons a year, part of which is employee benefits.

But the countryside is not as good as the city. In the countryside, it is very impressive to be able to save three feet of cloth coupons in a year.

The ticket is a proof of purchase. There is no proof. Imagine how scarce the cloth is in the hands of ordinary people.

You have to think of another way.

Si Ningning lay on her side with her arms as pillow and her other hand unconsciously tapping on the wall. Before she could think of anything, a wave of sleepiness came over her. She blinked her eyes and fell asleep in a daze.

The next morning, the wind rustled the bamboo leaves, and the sound of neat footsteps and "huhuhahaha" breathing came from outside the door.

Si Ningning opened her eyes in confusion, raised her upper body, and glanced through the window.

is the security team.

There were nine people in the group. The man yesterday was at the front, leading the other eight people to run past the window neatly. Si Ningning yawned and lay back on the bed, intending to wake up slowly, but unexpectedly fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, I was pushed awake by Xu Shuhua.

“After dinner, Ning Ning, hurry up and clean up!”

“Oh! Just come!”

In the morning, we made porridge made from sorghum rice. Compared with yesterday's two meals, this meal's rations were significantly reduced, but it was also the meal that Si Ningning ate the most.

 Sorghum rice is not very tasty, but when cooked into porridge it is delicious, smooth and glutinous. Si Ningning ate his portion thoroughly.

While washing the lunch box, Xu Shuhua also laughed at her:

“Did you eat less yesterday and make you hungry in the middle of the night, so you eat so honestly today?”

Si Ningning shook his head and said truthfully:

“I used to eat a lot of pasta, but I didn’t eat much sorghum rice. It felt a bit harsh when I first ate it, and I couldn’t get used to it.”

This is half true and half false. Before traveling, Si Ningning had never eaten sorghum rice. At that time, sorghum was generally used to make wine. It was rare to see anyone using sorghum rice as a staple food on the market.

At most, it is a special occasion. Mix it with other beans and steam it together, and eat it once in a while.

Sorghum rice was a common coarse grain in the 1970s.

Xu Shuhua was stunned for a moment and looked up and down at Si Ningning curiously:

“Is your family a working-class family?”

Si Ningning is not only fair and fair, but the things she uses are also of the highest quality. If her family conditions are not good, she must be the apple of the family's eye.

“Well…that’s right.”

Si Ningning hesitated for a moment and said:

“My dad is a railway engineer.”

(End of this chapter)