Chapter 15 Restore the grain book and go buy rice
Before going to Kuanjie Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, Jin Caifeng took her son to the street to confirm his household registration.
Lin Sanqi's predecessor had an official household registration in Sijiu City. Even though he was lost 10 years ago, the household registration has not been canceled at the insistence of the Lin family.
But the household registration is related to the food supply. You can't find anyone, and the street can't give you a quota of food per capita, so we finally compromised.
The household registration will be retained and treated as a missing person, and the issuance of food stamps and food books will be suspended.
Now that Lin Sanqi has been found, the first thing to do is to restore the food supply. Eating, drinking and eating is the first priority in life.
The Lin family's mother and son arrived at the Jingshan Subdistrict Office, which is a low-rise bungalow, including the director's office. People who want to find someone can just knock on the door and enter, but there is no security guard to scan their face to register their ID card.
Aunt Qian, the street director, also smiled when she saw Jin Caifeng: "Mrs. Lin, are you here to register for your youngest son?"
Jin Caifeng was also very polite:
"Yes, Director Qian, you also know that the food supply is tight now. If my Sanqi family has no food, we will be hungry. Qizai, call Aunt Qian."
"Hello Aunt Qian."
Aunt Qian looked at Lin Sanqi and laughed, jokingly:
"Based on your father, Dr. Lin's medical skills, how many people are rushing to ask him to treat patients, how can he starve a precious son like you? Don't worry."
Lin Sanqi was secretly surprised when she heard this, thinking that everyone knew about her father making extra money? No wonder I have 4,000 yuan in cash at home.
This big yellow croaker can also be explained as the sale of the property in Huadu. Such a large amount of cash can only be said to be the salary earned in the past 10 years + extra money.
Aren't you afraid that the government will invite him to tea?
Aunt Qian took the household registration book from Lin's mother, took out the population registration card belonging to Lin Sanqi, and put a "voided" seal on the word "missing".
Then he wrote a row of words under the move-in column: "Food supply will be restored from July 1, 1959" and stamped with the official seal of the street.
"Sure, take this household registration book and go to the grain station to exchange for a grain book."
Coming out of the street, Lin Sanqi saw no one around and asked quietly:
"Mom, how much does my dad earn per month now? Can he still make extra money?"
As Jin Caifeng walked, he explained nonchalantly:
"Because your father is a special talent supporting the capital, and now he is also the director of the outpatient department, he has not been assigned a technical position. Instead, he gets an administrative level 13 salary, which is 159 yuan a month. In addition..."
Jin Caifeng lowered his voice:
"In addition, it is often inconvenient to come to the hospital. Rich and powerful people in the family need your dad to visit the doctor. You can usually get 10 yuan for a visit, or you can give some food stamps, meat stamps, oil stamps, etc. as consultation fees, so your dad Not short of money.
It's a pity that your father is a noble man and doesn't visit many doctors. Otherwise, based on your father's skills, this extra income would be far higher than his salary.
But your father also said that having more money is not a good thing. Being targeted by others can easily bring trouble to the family. Nowadays, we pay attention to egalitarianism, and the poorer we are, the more glorious we are. ”
Lin Sanqi could not understand the thinking of people in this era at all.
Of course, the more money, the better.
I haven’t seen the doctors in hospitals in later generations prescribing drugs and using medical equipment in order to get more kickbacks. As long as they pay for flying knives, you will be willing to have doctors come to your door from the ends of the world.
As a result, in this era, it has become a sin to see more doctors, save more people, and make more money?
Lin Sanqi knew that times were different and the logic was also different. Even if he didn't understand it, he had to accept it first and integrate into the thinking of this era, otherwise there would be no good results.
The grain station is not far from the street office. After walking through two alleys, we came to a small courtyard. There is a store facing the south. The store is crowded with people. The food rations for tens of thousands of people in several nearby communities have to be bought from here. The business is certainly busy.
Jin Caifeng took a look and warned: "There are too many people inside. It's inconvenient for a big guy like you to squeeze in. I'll go get the food certificate, and you just wait here."
Lin Sanqi nodded: "I know."
After Mother Lin left, Lin Sanqi felt bored and wanted to see what the famous grain station looked like, so she stood at the door and looked into the store with her feet on her feet.
I found sacks full of grain piled there.
After the clerk received the food stamps and money, he weighed a piece of food and handed it to the people. There were no plastic bags. Everyone had to bring their own bag and leave.
Don't expect the clerk to have a good service attitude, and certainly not as vicious as Butcher Zhu.
The eight professions that were very popular in the 1950s and 1960s were the eight major members: salesperson, driver, postman, childcare worker, hairdresser, projectionist, cook, and member of the cultural troupe.
This grain store salesperson is one of the most popular positions.
Dozens or hundreds of tons of grain are placed there. Who can tell when some wool is being harvested?
Even if your thoughts are pure and your sleeves are clean, when the food comes, you know which batch of rice and noodles is of the best quality, or what food is in short supply and is bought internally first, who knows about the common people?
Just like in "Love in the Courtyard", Shazhu is a good and honest person, right?
But if people don’t pack up the leftovers from the canteen and take them away, that’s just raking in wool.
When he goes to prepare a banquet for a private person, he still secretly steals some ingredients. This is the convenience of a cook and is also an unspoken rule of society.
The rice sellers all had red faces, while the rice buyers looked gloomy and could not see the joy of shopping at all.
Lin Sanqi stopped an aunt like a curious baby and asked:
"Auntie, I see what you were discussing with the people at the grain station just now. What kind of rice did you buy?"
"Rice? Rice? Huh, where does the rice come from now?"
The aunt saw that Lin Sanqi was a handsome young man, so she said a few more words, opened the bag and let Lin Sanqi see for herself:
"Look, let alone rice, you can't even buy flour. Our family doesn't have enough food. I'm asking how many kilograms of coarse grains can be exchanged for one kilogram of fine grains? Last month, one kilogram of fine grains could be exchanged for five kilograms of coarse grains. I can only exchange four pounds this month, alas.”
Lin Sanqi’s family runs a rice shop, so she knows some grains, but now it’s a bit strange to see this brown powder:
"Auntie, what kind of fan is this? Why haven't I seen it before?"
"This? Stick noodles."
“Bangzi noodles?”
Lin Sanqi looked suspicious, thinking that I have not studied much, you can’t lie to me:
"Isn't corn flour just powder made from corn kernels? It should be yellow, but yours is brown and looks so rough, it doesn't look like corn flour."
Lin Sanqi's words caused ridicule from a group of elders and ladies nearby. One of them explained:
"Young man, are you from the south? No wonder you have to recognize stick noodles. This is a good thing."
(End of chapter)