Era: Starting from divorce from female college student

Chapter 62, Milk Tickets

From morning to afternoon, Zhao Mancang did not receive any reply from Yang Shourong.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Wu Huamin brought a middle-aged man to see Zhao Mancang.

"Chief Pan, this is Zhao Mancang from our breeding room, and this is Chief Pan from Shuangqiao Farm."

Zhao Mancang shook hands with the other party out of curiosity, exchanged a few simple polite words, and then waited quietly for the other party's next words.

Shuangqiao Farm is a dairy farm in the suburbs of Beijing, and can be said to be one of the sources of milk in Beijing.

Section Chief Pan Chengwu came here in person, definitely because there was a problem with the dairy cows on the farm.

But when the other party saw Zhao Mancang's appearance, he began to judge him by his appearance.

Twenty-four-year-old Zhao Mancang looks very young. Although he has been doing heavy farm work, he is not a farmer exposed to the wind and sun, so his skin color is not very white, but not black either.

If he had been very dark at first, Huang Xiuling probably wouldn't have looked down on him.

"Director Wu, I think we should just forget about it. Actually, our farm is not in a very urgent situation."

Pan Chengwu pulled Wu Huamin aside, whispered something, and then left in a hurry, leaving the latter confused.

Looking at the other person's back, Zhao Mancang stepped forward and asked curiously:
"Director Wu, didn't Section Chief Pan come to see me? Why did he leave so suddenly?"

"Tsk, they look down on us and don't trust your veterinary skills."

Wu Huamin curled his lips and said, "If you have the guts, don't come begging us next time. Seriously, give him face."

The milk that was about to be obtained is now gone. How can Wu Huamin not be angry?

Milk is definitely a scarce resource in this era.

In 1949, there were only 120,000 dairy cows and 170,000 dairy goats in the country, with annual milk production of 192,000 tons and 17,000 tons respectively.

In 1956, the Beijing City Milk Station was established to concentrate efforts and increase milk supply.

However, in late autumn last year, the milk supply became tight. The Beijing Milk Station urgently transferred milk from other places and sent milk deliverymen to subscribers' homes to mobilize them to stop drinking milk for adults in order to ensure the milk supply for patients and infants.

This year is the summer of 1958. In order to avoid repeating the mistakes of the previous year, Shuangqiao Farm and other dairy farms have received notices from their superiors.

However, even so, some problems still arose at Shuangqiao Farm.

When Zhao Mancang heard this, he immediately laughed. It was obvious that Pan Chengwu looked down on his medical skills.

But looking at Wu Huamin's expression, he was actually even angrier than Zhao Mancang, which was really interesting.

"Director, what's there to be angry about? Wouldn't it be better not to ask us for help? It would save you the trouble."

Upon hearing this, Wu Huamin glared at him and said unhappily:

"That's Shuangqiao Farm. They're one of the milk sources for the Jingcheng Milk Station. Do you know how hard it is to get milk these days?"

"Director, do we really need to beg them? We're a breeding facility and can also produce milk."

After hearing what Zhao Mancang said, Wu Huamin said suspiciously:

"Where do we get the cows?"

There are cows in the steel plant’s breeding room, but they are all yellow cattle. Their milk production is very low, not even enough for the calves. How can they possibly supply milk to people?
At present, the Holstein cow has the best milk production performance in the country, but it is the darling of major farms and there are only 20,000 of them in the country.

"We have ten female yellow cattle in our breeding room, three of which are about to give birth soon, so we can induce lactation in advance." After hearing what Zhao Mancang said, Wu Huamin said angrily:
"If you're not afraid of your boss criticizing you, just do it. I won't stand up for you then."

"Director, you don't know this, do you?" Zhao Mancang chuckled and said:

"When I was still a cowherd, I followed an old man for many years. He told me about milk."

"Look at my height. When I was little, my family didn't care about me at all. Any delicious and nutritious food was given to my older brother and younger sister. It was as if I wasn't their biological child."

"But I'm much taller than them now. And in our steel plant, although my height isn't outstanding, it's definitely not short, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Huamin looked at Zhao Mancang, who was about 1.8 meters tall, and remained silent.

In an instant, his heart was moved.

His elderly mother fell down last month due to malnutrition. As a filial son, he was almost scared to death.

It was because of this that he took Guan Changchun away. As luck would have it, Shen Zhongxin got into trouble.
In theory, his mother can apply for a white milk ticket, but since it is called "milk subscription", it does not necessarily mean that there will be milk every day.

Whether to supply milk depends on the milk production situation at the time. Generally speaking, milk is only supplied for a maximum of twenty days per month.

Starting from 1956, after the establishment of the Beijing Dairy Station, due to the shortage of milk at that time, they had to use three types of milk tickets: red, blue and white.

Red tickets are issued to infant milk users. With the newborn's birth certificate, infants under two years old can get one and a half pounds per day, and those over two years old can get one pound per day.

Seriously ill patients are given blue tickets and half a pound of milk per day with a hospital diagnosis certificate.

Elderly users are given free tickets and half a pound of milk per day, which is supplied about twenty days per month.

In Wu Huamin's family, not only his elderly mother needs milk, but his little grandson also needs milk.

The grandson was a premature baby, so of course the one and a half pounds of milk supplied to the grandson could not be shared with the old man, and Wu Huamin's mother was unwilling to do so either.

Therefore, Wu Huamin was extremely anxious and wanted to get more milk.

"Mancang, can you really do it?"

Wu Huamin asked excitedly, his expression full of anticipation.

"What can be done?"

Just at this moment, Yang Shourong walked in with a smile and asked with a curious expression.

Zhao Mancang and Wu Huamin in the office were both stunned for a moment, then hurriedly greeted Yang Shourong. Wu Huamin did not hide anything and directly told him about the milk tickets and self-produced milk they had just talked about.

When Yang Shourong heard this, he was surprised to find that Zhao Mancang actually had the ability to increase the milk production of female yellow cattle?

He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhao Mancang with a strange expression and said:

"You're quite the secretive kid. Why haven't you mentioned this before? If I follow your method, will it harm the scalpers?"

The fact that Zhao Mancang, a cowherd boy, was able to grow to about 1.8 meters tall was definitely due to adequate nutrition when he was a child.

"Leader, no one has asked me this before!" Zhao Mancang spread his hands and blinked innocently.

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