Travel through famine years and awaken a post-apocalyptic survival system.

"Mom and Dad!"

When I arrived home, it was still early, but my parents were already up.

The father is chopping wood.

Seeing him come in, he asked in surprise, "Boss, what brings you here?"

"Great news! Come on, let's go inside and talk!"

After Zhao Qingsong finished speaking, he smiled and went into the house.

The father dropped the axe and followed him into the house.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Qingsong looked at his mother, who was tidying up the quilt, and said with a smile, "Mom and Dad, don't bother with your work yet. There's something good that needs to be discussed. You'll have to go back to the village again."

"Huh? What's wrong? Is there any paperwork that hasn't been completed?"

The mother was worried.

"No, I found Mom a job. Although it's a temporary job, apart from the lower salary and benefits, the treatment is no different from that of a regular employee. Moreover, Mom and my younger sister can also get registered in the collective household registration."

"What?"

These words shocked everyone present.

His mother looked at him excitedly: "Really? We can become city dwellers too?"

Once she became a city dweller, she and her daughter would have food to eat.

"We're not considered city dwellers. We have collective household registration at the steel plant, not urban household registration, but we enjoy the same treatment as those with urban household registration. There's not much difference. Welfare benefits mainly depend on the company. In our steel plant, city dwellers envy us."

Zhao Qingsong explained, "It's in our factory's guesthouse. Usually, it's just making beds, cleaning, washing sheets, and such. You'll have to go there to find out the specifics."

"Great, great! That's wonderful."

The mother wiped away her tears with emotion.

The younger sister cheered, "Brother, does that mean I can go to school here?"

"Yes, you can go to school here from now on."

Zhao Qingsong rubbed her head.

"Ah! That's great! I can go to school here too!" the little girl exclaimed excitedly.

His father, Zhao Jianguo, looked at him and asked, "Do temporary workers have collective household registration?"

Zhao Qingsong nodded: "Yes, not all companies set up collective household registration for temporary workers. The steel plant does, but only for planned recruitment. It doesn't exist for unplanned recruitment."

"Okay, okay! So what do we do next?"

"Mom and Dad, come with me to the factory in a bit while I go get the necessary documents. I have to go to work today. You two go back to the village and the commune to get the relocation certificate. Then you can just go to the guesthouse to complete the formalities."

He could come back to the steel mill to handle the formalities together, but he was still worried that something unexpected might happen.

Let them complete the formalities and come back.

Let's hope it doesn't turn out to be impossible in the end.

"Okay, let's hurry up and go!"

The father urged him anxiously.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong looked at his younger sister and said, "Little sister, Mom and Dad have gone to the village, so stay home and don't run around. Look for me when they go, and I'll get you something to eat!"

"No need, I can cook for myself, just some noodles will do."

"Forget it, you're all alone, so don't bother cooking. Just come find me later. Oh, and stay home and play. Don't go with strangers. There are people who trick children these days, and once they're taken, they never come back."

That little girl is too wild.

Moreover, although the public security situation is very good now, there are still human traffickers who abduct women and children, although the number is small, they still exist.

"Okay, I know, bro. Don't worry, I'm not stupid!"

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong turned to his mother and said, "Alright, you two come with me. Little sister, remember to find me at the security office."

"good!"

With the matter settled, Zhao Qingsong took the two men to the steel plant.

……

"Uncle Li, these are my parents. I'm going inside to get something. Please leave them here for a while."

In the gatehouse, Zhao Qingsong handed a cigarette to Grandpa Li.

"Oh, okay, no problem, stay as long as you want."

"Okay, thanks!"

Zhao Qingsong thanked them and looked at his parents: "Mom and Dad, wait here. It's warmer here. I'll go get the certificate and be right back."

"Okay, go ahead!"

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong left the gatehouse.

……

Upon returning to the security department, Zhao Qingsong went straight to the department head's office.

The other party has arrived.

"You're here so early!"

Sun Guodong was pouring water when he saw him coming and smiled.

Zhao Qingsong smiled and handed him a cigarette: "Yeah, I feel at ease once it's done."

"Okay, I'll get it for you!"

Sun Guodong put down the thermos and took out a stamped employment certificate from the drawer.

"Here you go! Fill in the information yourself, but be careful not to make any mistakes, or you'll run into trouble later."

Zhao Qingsong took it and looked at it before looking up and smiling, "Okay! Thank you, Section Chief."

"Alright, go and complete the formalities!"

Sun Guodong waved his hand.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong took the things and left with a smile.

When I got back to my department, the others hadn't arrived yet.

After filling out all of my mother's information and finishing up, I left the department and returned to the reception area.

He explained some details and urged his parents to hurry back to the countryside to complete the formalities.

……

When Zhao Qingsong returned to the department, everyone else had already arrived.

"What are you saying, so happy!"

Zhao Qingsong came in, saw the group chatting happily, and asked curiously.

Old Liu looked up at him and laughed, "Of course it's good news! The factory has issued a notice that we will be rationing two ounces of meat and two ounces of vermicelli for New Year's Day this year. Moreover, starting from New Year's Day, all urban residents will be rationed one pound of soybeans per person per month."

After a pause, he continued, "Furthermore, the grain rations have been restored depending on the situation. Our ration has been restored to 21 jin, an increase of three jin!"

Zhao Qingsong raised an eyebrow.

"One pound of soybeans a month? Not one pound of soybeans on New Year's Day?"

As for meat, it doesn't matter, there's only so much of it anyway, it's just a holiday perk.

"Yes! It's monthly, they didn't say when it would be canceled. The grain ration has been restored to three catties, it's not much, but it's a good omen!"

Zhao Qingsong nodded slightly.

Although there are a lot of officially recorded quotas, the vast majority of them are just substitute foods used to make up the numbers.

This recovery of three jin (approximately 1.5 kg) means real grain.

Although it's still a drop in the bucket, at least there's hope now, unlike the first time the quota was lowered, when it decreased instead of increasing amidst everyone's expectations.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

However, he knew that according to historical records, the basic food rations would gradually recover next year, and by the end of next year, that is, January 1963, the food rations would be restored to the previous level.

Of course, this only refers to grains; the supply of other foods should recover very slowly.

In fact, a major cause of edema is not only insufficient grain intake, but more importantly, the lack of non-staple foods.

In the past, the food rations for people in the city of Beijing were not high, but they lived a decent life because of the large amount of non-staple food that did not require coupons.

Overall, it's a good thing.

There's still more than a week until New Year's Day, but according to the old rules, the receipts for the following month will be issued on the 25th of each month.

Soybeans will be available on the market the day after tomorrow.

No longer do we have to go to the hospital to get a few soybeans like before.