A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 34 Actively Prepare the Supply

There are two rice bags in the wooden barrel.

Lin Sanqi opened the bag and saw that the first bag of rice contained cornmeal, the kind that is ground from corn cobs and makes your throat feel like cigarettes when you eat it.

The Lin family is from the south, and their staple food used to be rice.

When the national situation was good, everyone could buy some rice every month, so the Lin family would always use the flour and coarse grains allocated to them to exchange for rice with their colleagues in the north.

However, with the onset of natural disasters, the rice ration in the north was almost completely stopped. Not to mention rice, even flour was almost nowhere to be found, and the Lin family had to adjust their staple food.

No matter how reluctant you are, you have to learn to make steamed corn bread and cook porridge like the northerners.

It can be said that if a nationwide physical examination was conducted in all cities of China, all southerners would suffer from stomach problems, and the proportion of gastric ulcers would certainly be quite alarming, all of which were caused by improper diet.

The other rice bag contained large, white rice with a yellowish color.

Lin Sanqi thought for a long time and was not sure whether this was the legendary "sorghum rice".

I don’t know if people in the north have the habit of eating sorghum rice. Sorghum is almost never grown in the south, and even if a few are grown, it is only for making wine.

Lin Sanqi knew a rule: if something was good, there was no reason for southerners not to eat it.

Since people in the south don’t eat sorghum rice, it only means that this grain must be unpalatable, or it can only be used as a weight loss meal.

Lin Sanqi felt very sad when he thought that there was not even a grain of rice at home.

Lin Kucan and Jin Caifeng were so devoted to their "youngest son" that they not only did not despise him, but they divided the house on the first day he returned home and even ate up all their most precious rice and meat tickets.

As a result, the two elderly people now have to live on coarse grains together with me.

Lin Sanqi didn't believe that the smart second sister-in-law would not hide some fine grains. Maybe the eldest sister-in-law also had her own way to get grain. After all, the eldest sister-in-law's family was from Peking.

Only the cheap father who is a Buddhist and the cheap mother who was born as a young lady have no extra thoughts to think about crooked ways. A family of famous doctors in Lingnan, in the end, only has some corn flour at home.

Lin Sanqi sighed, thinking that since he had come into this world and recognized his parents, he would have to shoulder the burden of supporting the family.

Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi decided to work hard... to go back to modern times to move food...

Then he quickly passed through the space channel and returned to 2023.

It was already night in 2023. Wang Wenjuan was watching TV, her younger sister was doing homework upstairs, and only her father was still waiting for his son.

Seeing his son coming out of the room again, Lin Musen knew that something had happened. The father and son quickly hid in the room and turned on the music to prevent anyone from hearing it.

This is a set of lessons learned from spy movies. Who says that anti-Japanese dramas are useless?
"Dad, I already have a way to get the money to buy ginseng over there. I went to the black market today. I didn't expect that in that era, tea was more scarce than food. I found a rich man. He wanted 20 kilograms of jasmine tea and 10 kilograms of Longjing tea. He gave me a total of 2300 yuan in cash, which is enough for me to buy ginseng."

Lin Musen was shocked and asked in disbelief:
"Are you kidding me? Who could come up with 59 yuan in one go in 2300? Wasn't the monthly salary only 30 yuan?"

Lin Sanqi felt indescribably happy when he saw his father who looked blind to history. Finally, his son could educate him:
"Dad, you don't understand. 59 is not 69. In 59, there was still public-private partnership, so the old capitalists and business owners were alive and well. They could still get dividends every year, some of them hundreds of thousands, some even millions.

Also, the wages in the 50s were not all low, there were many high ones, for example, my husband made more than 150 yuan a month, and you know Mei Lanfang? He made 2100 yuan a month. So not everyone was poor at that time, there were rich people too. "Lin Musen was listening to a peep show:
"Mei Lanfang earns 2100 yuan a month? Isn't that higher than the salary of the top 1? It seems that entertainment stars are rich people in every era. Okay, as long as you can find a way to get the money, let's go buy some tea."

Lin Sanqi had previously purchased a small amount of tea to test the waters.

Now that tea has a higher cost-effectiveness and can be sold at a higher price, of course we have to maintain this "smuggling" business.

The father and son sneaked out of the house again in a mysterious manner. Wang Wenjuan rolled her eyes at them, not wanting to pay attention to them, and continued watching her Qing Dynasty palace drama.

Shilou Village is the largest urban village in Huadu and is adjacent to Huadu CBD. Business in and outside the village is very developed. As long as you have money, you can buy anything.

Especially for love, you can spend a few hundred yuan in the urban village and get your first love or passionate love, whether you want a pure love or a mature woman.

People in the south like to drink tea, so there are many tea shops. The Lin father and son found a tea shop on the main road of the neighboring village and walked in.

The boss's surname is also Lin, and he is of the same generation as Lin Sanqi. However, the boss is not at home today, and only the boss's wife is sitting behind the counter.

The proprietress stood up quickly when she saw Lin Musen: “Uncle Jiu!”

Lin Musen was the ninth child of his generation; Lin Sanqi was the thirteenth child of his generation...

Lin Musen smiled and nodded: "Ah Fang, Chenzi is not at home."

"Achen is practicing dragon boat racing in Henghu Lake. There will be a competition tomorrow. Grandpa said that if anyone loses this year, he will make the dragon boat team members suffer."

Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and dragon boat races will be organized in Huadu.

People say friendship comes first and competition comes second, but in fact the scene is very lively. This is a big matter that concerns the reputation of a village or a clan. Every village actively prepares for the competition two months in advance.

In the past, it was not uncommon for fights to break out during dragon boat races, sometimes resulting in loss of life. Now, things are much more civilized, but there are still few deaths.

When Lin Sanqi heard about the dragon boat race, he shrank his neck and thought to himself that he was lucky that he was still in college and could not take a leave, otherwise a strong guy like him would definitely go to the competition.

It’s not that Lin Sanqi doesn’t love the village, has no sense of collective honor, or lacks clan concept.

Dragon boat training is really terrible.

Every day they either bask in the scorching sun or advance in the wind and rain. Every team member is the same color as the African uncle, all black, and the skin on their backs has shed several layers.

But even so, all the Lin family members are proud to be selected as team members.

No matter whether you are the chairman, general manager, director, principal or dean, or whether you sell pork or sweep the streets, as long as your surname is Lin and you can pass the physical test, everyone can get on board.

If they win, they will bring honor to the family. The middle door of the ancestral hall will be wide open, and every team member can walk through the middle door with confidence, eat the "dragon boat rice" under the ancestral tablets, and become the most handsome guy in the village.

If you lose, huh!
Lin Peidong, the head of the Lin family, will let the team members know what will happen if they make their ancestors lose face...

(End of this chapter)