Chapter 120 Increase revenue and reduce expenditure 4

What kind of food can’t fill your stomach? It’s just divided into delicious and not delicious.

Thirty kilograms of white flour can be eaten for one month, and one hundred kilograms of black flour can be eaten for three months. If you save a little, you will still have some leftover, which is more popular than white flour.

However, people who hold a position like Cheng An have to give gifts every year and festival. The best gift is fine white noodles, which are white and delicate, decent and generous. Although black noodles are good, they are a bit hard to come by.

Of course, Chen Ming also wanted to take care of the relationship and exchanged fifty kilograms of fine flour with Feng Qingxue.

He is in charge of the Grain Management Office, and everyone knows that. Which leader at the top wouldn't come to him? Just like looking for Cheng An.

However, these days, black flour and cornmeal are classified as fine grains, and ordinary people cannot easily eat them. The more expensive fine grains such as rice and white flour are only available in small quantities in the second half of the year. The supply is simply in short supply, and the leaders have to rely on luck with tickets. , the Grain Management Office and the Grain Store all kept rations. What he and Cheng An could get was very limited and could not meet the leaders' requirements.

Not to mention far away, in the past two days, several leaders have come to us and asked for white flour for making dumplings during the New Year.

He and Cheng An have a good relationship, firstly because of the cooperation between the Grain Management Office and the Grain Station, and secondly because they often meet the requirements of the leaders above. They get to know each other over time, and they help each other, which greatly expands their network of contacts.

This fifty kilograms of white flour is enough for him to deal with the leaders above him at the end of his life.

Cheng An exchanged one hundred kilograms of black flour for thirty kilograms of white flour, while Feng Qingxue only received from him one hundred kilograms of corn and one hundred kilograms of dried sweet potatoes, and also gave herself two kilograms of shelled peanuts.

The reason goes without saying.

In his opinion, Feng Qingxue was really interesting. No wonder Lu Jiang was so interested in her.

Regarding the origin of these fine grains, the reasons Feng Qingxue gave them were all due to the care of Lu Jiang's other comrades. There were comrades all over the world, so it was impossible to investigate them one by one, and no one would bother to investigate.

People like Chen Ming and Cheng An know the rules very well and don't even ask a question.

In the blink of an eye, it’s the day before New Year’s Eve, the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month and the 13th day of February in the Gregorian calendar.

At the same time, it was also the birthdays of Lu Tianjun and Feng Qingyun.

Lu Tianjun was twelve years old and Feng Qingyun was five years old. They were both born on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. The difference was that ordinary people generally did not use the solar calendar, and the production brigade's household registration actually recorded their birthdays according to the lunar calendar.

Due to the limitations of the times, we cannot celebrate lively, we must express something.

Feng Qingxue knitted a pair of gloves and a scarf for each of Lu Tianjun's brothers in advance. They were made of gray blended wool and were inconspicuous. She knitted Feng Qingyun a woolen hat like those sold in department stores.

Early in the morning, she pulled the flatbed truck borrowed from the brigade to Lu's house.

In addition to Feng Qingyun wearing a woolen hat, there was also a flour bag and two backpacks in the car, which were filled with New Year's goods.

Entering the ground of Wanglou Brigade, I met the people who lived here, and they all knew Feng Qingxue.

Feng Qingxue was Lu Jiang's unmarried wife. Lu Jiang was not at home. She brought food to visit Lu's father when the Chinese New Year was about to come. Everyone said she was filial and no one criticized her. There were only two people who were very talkative and from the Wang family. The middle-aged woman joked a few words.

The arrival of Sister Feng Qingxue surprised Father Lu and birthday boy Lu Tianjun, who didn't know how to celebrate their grandson's birthday.

"Aunt Xue!" Lu Tianzhi shouted happily, running up to Feng Qingxue in three steps and two steps at a time, looking up at a face that was much rounder and looked extraordinarily beautiful, with an extremely bright smile.

Lu Tianjun was more reserved, but he couldn't hide the happiness in his bones.