Chapter 452 Training Life 2
Mother Cheng returned to the main room with the egg custard and said to Cheng Baoguo, "Go to Secretary Huang's house to borrow two taels of oil, and then ask if he can lend us a pig ear he bought today. Return it to him tomorrow."
Cheng Baoguo nodded and said, "I'll go now. I'll go to the state-owned restaurant to see what dishes are available."
Father Lu stopped him and said, "Don't go!"
He picked up a bamboo basket on the ground and handed it to Cheng Baoguo, "Aunt Cheng, we brought a lot of rice, flour, grain and oil. I remember we brought an oil can. We don't need to be polite as a family, let alone borrow from outsiders. If you go to borrow, we will be embarrassed to stay for dinner. Third brother, take it to the kitchen. Xibao is here, I can't leave, lest he be shy and disturb everyone."
Cheng Baoguo took it without any politeness.
"Uncle San, please also bring the bags of food, as well as the dried and pickled vegetables I brought." Originally, they planned to rent a house in the city, so they were well prepared when they came. Feng Qingxue opened the bamboo basket, took out the jars of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar one by one, and found a piece of bacon, "Aunt Cuilan, let's make bacon rice for lunch."
"You are living a good life!" Wang Cuilan thought of the things Cheng Baoguo brought from their home.
"Thanks to the care of Comrade Ajiang, a lot of specialties are sent here every year. Otherwise, I, a woman, can't get these things at all." Feng Qingxue smiled, "There is a private plot at home, which makes it easier to eat vegetables."
The weather is warmer, and the green vegetables in the private plot are very lush.
Before Father Lu left, Feng Qingxue did not forget to remind him to plant all the vegetables he should plant after returning home.
Father Lu said, "You and Xibao should stay at your uncle's house and study hard. Didn't you leave your bicycle at home? When Tianjun comes to school every week, I will ask him to bring you vegetables and food, and leave the bicycle at the uncle's house."
At the beginning of this spring, Lu Tianjun went to high school.
He has always had good grades and was admitted to the city's high school with excellent grades.
He went to junior high school in the county town in his first year. In the second year, Wanglou Brigade opened a school. He went back to Wanglou Brigade with his junior high school classmates from all over the country for one year. Junior high school lasted for two years and he has graduated.
High school requires living on campus, and the school is too far from home.
Students with urban household registration receive food coupons every month and a certain amount of food supply. They all use food coupons and money to buy food in the canteen, while peasant students like Lu Tianjun do not have food coupons, so they can only exchange food, coarse grains for coarse grains, and fine grains for fine grains. Most of the peasant students bring wild vegetables, wheat bran, and even bran from home to steam in the canteen as food. Lu Tianjun quietly hid the brown rice he brought and did not take out a grain of rice.
There are not many students in the school, which seems a bit lonely. A class that should have more than 40 people now has only more than 20 people, of which seven or eight are students from rural areas.
The reason is very simple. They can't afford to go to school and eat. After three years of famine, many people dropped out directly.
There is one day off a week, and that day is the day for peasant students to go home to get food.
After school on Saturday afternoon, everyone rushed home and returned with dry food or food the next afternoon.
Lu Tianjun was just like everyone else, dressed similarly and ate similarly, eating coarse grains with pickles. He never brought any fine grains from home to school, and would occasionally use food stamps and money to buy a cornmeal steamed bun to improve his life. Apart from his academic performance, he rarely stood out and was so low-key that people almost forgot that he existed.