Winter 1960.

Suburbs of Beijing, Hongxing Commune, Liangjiacun.

In the early morning, the cold wind howled and was biting.

In bed, Jiang Pingan slowly woke up, feeling cold and hungry.

I don't want to get up, but I feel uncomfortable when I urinate.

When he was hesitating, a pretty figure appeared outside the window.

Jiang Ping'an took a closer look and saw that she was a sweet-looking girl who was sixteen or seventeen years old.

She wears a pink cotton-padded jacket, has a short double ponytail hairstyle, has an oval face, delicate facial features, big watery eyes, a small mouth, and a face full of collagen, giving her a girlish look.

At this moment, she was blinking her big clear eyes and looking in.

"Brother Ping'an, aren't you up yet?" the girl asked in a soft voice with a smile on her lips.

Jiang Ping'an took a look, sat up, wrapped himself in a quilt, nodded and smiled:

"Who am I talking about this early in the morning? It turns out to be Miss Jingru. You got up early. Is there anything wrong?"

This girl's name is Qin Jingru, and she is from Qinjia Village next door. The two families are separated by a small river. Although they are not from the same village, they are serious neighbors.

"It's okay, I heard from my uncle that you came back last night, so I came over to have a look." Qin Jingru shook her head and smiled.

After a moment of hesitation, she added: "Are you getting up now? If you want to get up, I will go to the kitchen to help you boil the washing water."

This girl was quite diligent, and Jiang Ping'an was not polite. He nodded and smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Jingru!"

"Hey, you're welcome, we fellow villagers should help each other." Qin Jingru smiled sweetly, turned around and left.

Jiang Ping'an quickly shouted: "Jingru, wait, the kitchen outside is locked, I will give you the key."

When Qin Jingru heard the sound, she stopped and turned around.

They saw Jiang Ping'an getting out of bed, shirtless and wearing only large underpants, shivering with cold, he took a bunch of keys from the table next to him, walked to the window and handed them over.

Qin Jingru silently took the key, but her eyes were looking at Jiang Ping'an.

I saw that he was handsome, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tall and strong figure, well-proportioned muscles all over his body, and thick leg hair, especially that...

Qin Jingru's eyes widened when she saw it.

She was stunned for a moment, her face turned red, she stretched out her jade-green fingers, tapped Jiang Pingan's waist, and whispered: "Brother Pingan, you..."

Jiang Ping'an looked down and laughed dumbly. He raised his head to reveal his white teeth and replied with a smile:

"Girl, don't be surprised. This is a normal physiological phenomenon. It's just that my strength is more obvious than others."

Qin Jingru's face turned red with embarrassment, she spat lightly, pursed her lips and cursed secretly, turned around and went to the kitchen.

Jiang Ping'an laughed. After coming to his senses, he quickly put on the various clothes on the bedside cabinet.

I bought a newly purchased cotton coat and trousers, and cloth shoes with mille-layer soles. I also put on a finely made dog-skin hat when I went out, and trotted to the toilet.

It has been five years since he was reborn, and he has already become accustomed to the life of this era.

This was an era when supplies were extremely scarce.

It's not enough to have money in your hand, you have to have tickets. You need tickets to buy anything.

Food stamps, cloth stamps, cotton stamps, meat stamps, salt stamps, oil stamps, coal stamps, cigarette stamps, matches, soap stamps, fish stamps, tofu stamps...

There are various kinds of tickets with many names, covering almost all aspects of people's daily life.

Among them, food stamps are the eldest brother, and cloth stamps are the eldest sister.

Without these tickets, life is impossible.

However, farmers are self-sufficient because they dig food from the soil, so they do not issue food stamps and meat stamps, only food stamps.

If the cadres of the production team or brigade go to the commune to eat, they have to bring rice with them and use rice for rice.

If you go to the county or other places for a meeting or a business trip, you will take the grain to the commune grain station to exchange for grain stamps.

Jiang Ping'an originally had a rural registered permanent residence. Both his parents died and he had no other relatives at home.

After graduating from technical secondary school, I was assigned to work as a buyer in the logistics department of a large steel rolling mill in the city.

After becoming a regular technical secondary school student, he will receive the salary of an administrative level 25 or level 7 clerk, 37.5 yuan per month, and his household registration will also be converted to an urban household registration.

After several years of hard work by Jiang Pingan, he is now an administrative level 22, level 4 clerk.

The monthly salary of 56 yuan is the same as the salary of a college student after becoming a full-time student.

The house he lives in now was renovated and expanded on the original site of his hometown house two years ago after he saved the money.

There are five main rooms, two wing rooms, and a small courtyard in front of the house, which is spacious and bright.

Because he is a buyer, responsible for purchasing the ingredients needed by the canteen leaders to entertain guests, he goes to the countryside two or three times a month.

After the family's house was rebuilt, it was a lot more convenient. Every time I went to the countryside, I no longer had to go to other people's homes to stay.

In addition, he works in the city, and the street also allocated him two rooms, totaling about more than 70 square meters.

Generally speaking, given his current job and family conditions, he can be considered young and wealthy.

Although all kinds of supplies have been expensive and scarce in recent years, and not having enough to eat is common, Jiang Ping'an has never been hungry.

Of course, I’ve just never been hungry, so don’t even think about eating something that’s too good.

Jiang Ping'an is happy with the situation. Compared with many people who are waiting for relief food to survive, his life is very prosperous.

After coming out of the toilet and into the kitchen, Qin Jingru had already helped him pour the wash water in a porcelain basin and even squeezed out the toothpaste.

"You are a good person, but I don't know which bastard will take advantage of you in the future!"

Jiang Ping'an looked at the handsome Qin Jingru, smiled and praised her, and then began to wash his face and brush his teeth.

"I want to give you an advantage, but you don't want me." Qin Jingru said with her lips twitching, her face full of melancholy.

In the countryside, for a girl like her who is sixteen or seventeen years old and who is so beautiful, many matchmakers have come to visit her.

But since her cousin Qin Huairu married in the city, Qin Jingru has dreamed of marrying in the city and does not want to stay in the countryside digging soil all her life.

No matter how handsome or well-off the country boy is, she won't consider it.

In Qin Jingru's mind, Jiang Ping'an is her best husband candidate.

Jiang Ping'an is not only good-looking, well-informed, kind-hearted, and has an excellent reputation, but he also has an urban registered permanent residence.

I have a job, a high income, and a house in both the city and the countryside. Such conditions are difficult to find even with a lantern.

Jiang Ping'an bent over, washed his face, threw the towel into the basin, straightened up, and said with a smile:

"You are a bit young. If in one or two years, when you reach the age of eighteen, if I have not yet married a wife, we can think about it then."

He didn't lie. This Qin Jingru was like a chicken when she married, and a dog when she married. She was beautiful and very hard-working, and she was a good woman who lived a good life.

Qin Jingru's eyes lit up and she said excitedly: "Really?"

Jiang Ping'an nodded and said with a smile: "Of course it is true, but we are just talking about this in private now. You can't make it public, especially not let your cousin know."

"If you dare to show off your big mouth everywhere, then this matter will be automatically invalidated."

Qin Jingru nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. She was filled with surprise, her eyes widened, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"I know, I know, my cousin is very mean-spirited and loves to take advantage of others. I will definitely keep her mouth shut and not cause any trouble to you!"

Jiang Ping'an smiled and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"No, every household now doesn't have much food storage, and they are all eagerly waiting for the relief food from the commune."

"Our family has been eating only one meal of corn porridge for lunch for more than ten days in a row. The soup is just watery, and we are not full. We can only hang on for dear life."

Jiang Ping'an nodded and said, "Then I'll treat you to a full meal today!"

"I have dozens of kilograms of stick noodles stored in the rice jar in my kitchen. How about you go make some steamed buns and we can eat them with kimchi?"

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"Really!" Qin Jingru looked surprised. After thinking about it, she stopped smiling and shook her head:

"Forget it. If we eat and drink so much that you don't want to eat the next meal, you will starve in the future."

Hearing this, Jiang Ping'an nodded secretly.

Apart from having no independent opinions and being soft-spoken, Qin Jingru has a lot of bright spots.

Jiang Pingan smiled, took her hand, came to the rice vat, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I won't be hungry. These stick noodles are rewarded to me by the leader. You can just eat them."

He has not been working as a buyer for nothing these years. Although it is difficult to eat meat, he can still eat white noodles every meal.

As for this stick noodle, he only had one meal when he first came to this era, and he has never eaten it since.
Chapter completed!