Chapter 423: A bowl of mixed noodles is the New Year
Hearing this, I knew that Yan Bugui might have asked this because he was eyeing the two kilograms of brown sugar from Yan Wentao.

He Yuzhu didn't want to get involved in the Yan family's affairs.

So I answered "I don't know" and then turned back to the middle courtyard.

"Uncle Yan, it's getting late now. I haven't had breakfast yet. I'm starving. I'm going to go home and see if my dad and the others have prepared dinner."

After saying that, He Yuzhu walked straight towards the middle courtyard, and Yan Bugui's shouting and cursing could be heard from behind him.
But he wasn't scolding He Yuzhu or anyone else in the courtyard.

Instead, they cursed those outsiders who came to Beijing to eat.

He cursed those people for stealing his position, leaving the Yan family with no choice but to eat only steamed buns and steamed bread that did not require food coupons, and could only eat sweet potatoes, potatoes and steamed corn bread.

Hearing the scolding coming from behind, He Yuzhu didn't care much and quickly walked through the hanging flower gate with the things in his hands.

The middle courtyard seemed a little quiet at this time. Only He Ying was running around in the courtyard on a children's bicycle. When he saw He Yuzhu coming back, he came to the entrance of the Chuihua Gate in two or three steps.

She looked up at him with a happy face and smiled.
"Dad, you're back."

"Well! You're back, son. Why are you playing alone in the yard? Where's your big brother? Didn't he take you to play?"

When He Yuzhu asked about the jokes he played with him, He Ying turned around and pointed to the Jia family next door, and then pointed to the side room next to Yi Zhonghai's house.

"Auntie asked my second uncle to teach my brother Banggeng to read. Now Banggeng is with my auntie and my uncle in my second uncle's room.
I didn’t want to go, so grandpa let me ride my bike in the yard.”

"Okay, you little boy who doesn't like studying, just play by yourself, and dad will call you when it's time to eat."

"Okay, Grandpa said we'll have steamed bread for lunch today."

After saying that, He Ying rode his bicycle around the yard again, and He Yuzhu also walked towards the main house carrying things.

When I got home, I saw He Daqing and Widow Bai making steamed bread, so I asked casually,
"Dad, why is the middle courtyard so deserted? Where are Aunt Zhang and Uncle Dad?"

Hearing He Yuzhu's question, He Daqing looked back, then looked at the thing in his hand.
"Mrs. Zhang, Lao Yi and the neighbors in the yard went to the restaurant outside to line up after bringing the vegetables back. Jia Dongxu and the other young people went out to buy food like you.

Now that the milk is back, let's boil it.
Give it to Yuejin when we eat later."

Hearing that the neighbors followed Yi Zhonghai, Jia Zhang and the others to line up at the restaurant outside, He Yuzhu did not ask any more questions.

After all, not every family in the courtyard has enough food like the He and Xu families, nor are they as stingy with money as the old Yan family, who are willing to exchange fine grains for coarse grains and eat sweet potatoes and potatoes at home every day.

He put the things in his hands on the table, then picked up the two bottles of milk and handed them to He Daqing.
"You guys keep busy, I'm going to the backyard to see Xiao'e and the old lady.
Pick them up for dinner."

"Okay, go ahead.

After dinner, we went out for a walk in the afternoon.
The Chinese New Year is just a few days away, and comrades from the neighborhood committee distributed various New Year's gift tickets to everyone this morning.

We have to go out and take a look, get our things back as soon as possible, and feel at ease as soon as possible."

After saying that, He Daqing pointed to a small stack of tickets on the table.

He Yuzhu walked over and took a look at it. It was said to be New Year's goods, but in fact there was not much in it, except for half a pound of thin yellow sauce every month.

During the Chinese New Year, every household was given one ounce of sesame paste, one ounce of tea, one ounce of vermicelli, two ounces of coarse vermicelli, half a ounce of pepper, half a ounce of spices, half a ounce of black fungus, half a ounce of chrysanthemum, half a ounce of alkaline noodles, two ounces of cooked melon seeds, half a catty of shelled peanuts, and three ounces of sanitary oil as New Year's goods.

The New Year's goods distributed above are only enough for ordinary people to have a hot meal of noodles with soybean paste.

Because among them, except for melon seeds and peanuts which are only available during the Chinese New Year and eaten once a year,
The rest are all strictly controlled [national category II materials], which will be distributed in limited quantities during the Spring Festival, May Day and National Day, and supplied to households. They are not available on the market at all.

The so-called sanitary oil is actually soybean oil or cottonseed oil.

As for regular oils such as peanut oil and sesame oil, additional [festival subsidy oil coupons] are required, and each household is only entitled to 1 tael per year.

Seeing He Yuzhu looking at the bills on the table, He Daqing sighed.
"Alas! Not only can I only have a bowl of noodles with soybean paste during the Chinese New Year, but the problem is that there are no onions or garlic. It's not authentic at all and doesn't taste good."

Hearing him complaining about the lack of onions and garlic and the taste of noodles with soybean paste, He Yuzhu couldn't help but shake his head.

"Dad, what are you thinking?

Except for the most basic military martyrs' families who can get one onion ticket every month to buy a little onion, ginger and garlic,

Even the big leaders can’t afford to eat onions now, so let’s forget about it.

If you really feel that it has no taste, add more soy sauce and vinegar when making the sauce. There is no limit on the quantity of this thing, it is open to the public, so you can eat it however you want. "

Hearing what He Yuzhu said, He Daqing couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Look, are you talking human language?
Just to have a taste in your mouth, you add a lot of soy sauce and vinegar when making noodles with soybean paste. Those who know know that there is no other way, but those who don’t know will inevitably doubt whether you are a qualified chef.

By the way, Zhuzi, last year was also difficult. I saw you bringing some meat and vegetables home every now and then.
Why is it gone this year? Is it impossible to get it?"

Hearing He Daqing suddenly ask this question, He Daqing looked at the pork and oil in the space and didn't know what to say for a moment.
I can't think of any other explanation except that I had no experience and was taking things for granted.

The reason why he no longer takes things out of the space is,
In fact, I just don't dare.

Because Daxia is in short supply right now, not only is the government strictly controlling supplies, but there are also countless people in the private sector keeping an eye on them all the time.

If he dares to bring oil, meat and other things home frequently,

I don’t know how many people will ask about the origins of these things, and I don’t know how many people will report him.

He Yuzhu didn't want to get into trouble because of a little food, so he could only stay quiet for the time being.
"Dad, you also said that was last year. Look at what people ate during the Chinese New Year last year and what they ate during the Chinese New Year this year.
This year is much more difficult than last year.

Moreover, I heard from comrades in the State Council that our current pork reserves in Peking are only enough to feed the city's residents for four months, and it is very difficult to replenish them.

You said that now it has become a situation, where can I get you meat?

If I bring the meat back, I don’t know how many people will be watching me to see if I pocketed it.”

(End of this chapter)