"Hey, you're still crying, are you justified in crying?"

Aunt Zhang is an employee of our factory and a martyr.

My son died on the front line in southern Xinjiang two years ago.

Not only did Li Xiang, an old worker, not understand, but he kept giving lectures.

Li Sanbiao sighed, there are always people who are strong and live a good life but do not understand the misfortunes of others.

Li Xiang is a seventh-level worker with good skills in driving trains. Unfortunately, he has never been an official in his life, so he vents his dissatisfaction in the courtyard.

Li Sanbiao said: "Uncle Li, the factory office didn't say anything, why are you meddling in other people's business! Aunt Zhang's family is martyred, and her family's life is difficult. Don't you know? Believe it or not, let the radio station criticize you next time!"
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"I'm not doing this for the sake of the factory!"

The old worker was a little timid and left with a hum.

Li Sanbiao stepped forward and said to Aunt Zhang: "Aunt, it's okay, don't pay attention to these people. I will distribute benefits to you on behalf of the factory office."

When she saw that it was oily and high-quality rice, Aunt Zhang thanked her profusely and was very excited.

Although there was no shortage of grain in the early 1980s, the grain stores sold the most quarterly rice that had been stored two or three years ago. Good rice was hard to come by.

Li Sanbiao poured the rice into the rice vat for her and took a look around the room.

Aunt Zhang's family is really pitiful. It has only four walls and nothing except a broken wine cabinet.

Hanging on the wine cabinet is a black-and-white photo of her son, as well as several certificates of merit from the army.

On the wine cabinet are three candles, an incense burner, and several plates.

There is also an open brocade box with a military medal inside, which Aunt Zhang obviously often caressed.

Li Sanbiao sighed and bowed three times in front of the hero's spirit. Aunt Zhang burst into tears.

"My life is so hard. His father died early and his son also left..."

Li Sanbiao comforted him: "Your son is a hero. Don't worry, as long as I am in the factory, you will be taken care of!"

According to the information from the factory office, we visited four similar families, some of whom were disabled on the job, or whose family members were martyred, and each family was given 20 kilograms of good rice.

He breathed a sigh of relief, not only helping the martyrs who were living in difficulty, but also freeing himself from gossip.

If this little girl Sun Xiaohong dares to harm me, she will be disgraced.

Return the car to Sister Zhao, carry the tied chicken and half a basket of eggs back home.

When Li Sanbiao came home, he saw his black and white TV.

Turn on the TV, there are only three channels, channel 2, channel 6 and channel 8.

Channel 2 is Lao Ma’s one set, channel 8 is Lao Ma’s second set, and channel 6 is Sijiu City’s one set.

Others enjoy watching black and white TV, but watching it yourself is really painful.

Nowadays, black and white TVs are common in most families, but Aunt Zhang’s family seems to be having a hard time.

There is a purely literary magazine on the table. Open it and look at the novel catalog. It is "Wreaths Under the Mountain".

Li Sanbiao opened the magazine and read "Wreaths Under the Mountains".

In the past, he had only heard about it and didn’t read it carefully.

After reading it, Li Sanbiao was deeply moved.

Some people caught up with the good times and got rich, while others died trying to protect it, and their parents had no one to care for them.

The last thing he wants to see is a hero bleeding and crying.

Hey, anyway, it’s enough for me to have news and broadcasts. Anyway, this TV is just a decoration for me.

Forget it, I might as well give it to Aunt Zhang.

Li Sanbiao knocked on Aunt Zhang's door again.

Just make up any reason.

"Aunt Zhang, I want to study to take the postgraduate entrance examination. I won't watch this black and white TV for now. You can watch it first."

"Hey..." Before Aunt Zhang could refuse, Li Sanbiao turned around and left.

Go out for a walk and look for opportunities to sell both radios and chickens.

It's half past five in the evening, and most people have already gotten off work.

A large number of people flowed out of factories, grain stores, non-staple food stores, supply and marketing cooperatives, and long queues formed in front of the post office.

The workers' club passing by Factory 738 has been transformed into Hongxia Cinema and is now open for business.

Many young couples in costume came on bicycles, holding hands and pouring into the cinema through the concrete steps.

It didn’t take long to explore this small town.

Electronic City is still a satellite city of Forty-Nine City, basically isolated from the urban area.

I couldn't find a suitable place to sell radios.

Surrounded by farmland, there are several brigades.

Don’t be ridiculous, it was like this in the 1980s in the 49 cities, with the countryside surrounding the cities.

There is an open space nearby, forming a vegetable market.

The vegetable sellers are all commune farmers, driving horse-drawn carriages, or simply pulling their own two-wheeled carts, to sell home-grown vegetables here.

With the reform and opening up, farmers selling their own vegetables are not considered speculative.

Someone even brought two ewes and milked them on the spot.

Then sell the chickens first.

Li Sanbiao also sat on the ground and placed the hen given to him by the canteen director in front of him.

There was no need to shout at all, and soon a woman carrying a child came over.

"How much does your chicken cost?"

Li Sanbiao said: "Ten yuan, one price."

When she heard that a hen costs ten yuan, the woman was shocked: "This is too expensive!"

Li Sanbiao laughed and said: "It's expensive. This is an old hen that can lay eggs! It's not for you to eat! It can lay one egg every day, which is thirty eggs in a month!"

"Besides, I only charge you money, not food stamps. Is it still expensive?"

The woman holding the child calmed down and considered it carefully. It seemed that this was true.

With the current unified purchase and sale of eggs, each person only has half a catty of eggs per month, which is five.

If you want to ensure that your child eats an egg every day,

Unless there are six people in the family, and all of them stop eating,

Otherwise, we can only try our best to buy with other people's quotation, or exchange it with food stamps.

If you buy this chicken, you only need to feed it some millet, and your children will be able to eat eggs continuously!

Although eggs cost 65 cents per pound, this is the planned price and is meaningless.

The real price is measured in food stamps, five pounds of national food stamps, or ten pounds of local food stamps for one pound of eggs.

Farmers usually don't charge money. If you don't have food stamps, you can't eat in the canteens in the city.

Women have figured it out and know that they will not lose money, but they are not willing to spend so much money.

She suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "If it can give birth, it's not expensive, but how do you prove that your chicken can lay eggs? Just let it lay one now!"

"..."

Li Sanbiao was very speechless. Does this mean that he can give birth immediately?

Li Sanbiao picked up the chicken and said, "Look at this chicken, how strong it is, how come it can't lay eggs?"

The woman said: "That's not necessarily true. There are so many hens that can't lay eggs..."

"Boss, parsable items have been detected, do you want to parse them?"

"Parsing completed!"

"Hens copy as follows..."

This artificial intelligence is so powerful that Li Sanbiao immediately understood it like drinking sweet rain!

He immediately raised the chicken and said to the woman:

"There is a small raised yellow spot on the lower third of the chicken's back"

"Look, if I cut off this little yellow dot with scissors, the hen will start laying eggs immediately!"

"Do you have folding scissors? Let me use them!"

The woman was doubtful, not knowing whether it was true or false, so she handed over the scissors.
Chapter completed!