Chapter 77, cooking oil and test papers In [-], the Beijing Municipal Grain Bureau issued the "Notice on the Subsidy Supply Measures for Edible Vegetable Oil for Advanced Mental Workers."
Each senior intellectual worker will receive a monthly subsidy of pounds of cooking oil in addition to the cooking oil quota.
The proportion of subsidized oil supply is currently half a pound of sesame oil and one pound of peanut oil or soybean oil. Those who are unwilling to buy sesame oil can buy peanut oil or soybean oil.
After listening to Bai Lichun's words, Chen Guohua nodded.
It turns out that intellectuals are really special in this era.
At the same time, Chen Guohua also learned that the seat belt patent application has been approved.
Currently, China Resources Corporation in the south is fully responsible for handling this matter.
As for the follow-up, Chen Guohua doesn't know.
Anyway, he has already received the subsidies he deserves.
For supplies such as cooking oil, each person is given an oil coupon every month, and with the coupon, he can buy six taels of cooking oil.
Chen Guohua knows that now it is six taels. In 1960, it was cut in half and it was only three taels.
Even so, Chen Guohua can produce one and a half more pounds of cooking oil per month.
It’s definitely a preferential treatment!
At noon that day, he took the gas ticket and went straight to the grain and oil store, bought a pound of peanut oil and took it home.
He likes peanut oil because it is suitable for frying and stir-frying and is particularly fragrant.
Sesame oil is suitable for cold dishes and so on, but Chen Guohua doesn't like it very much.
"Hey, Guohua, did you buy oil? Does it smell so good?"
In the front yard of No. 98 Courtyard, Chen Guohua had just entered, and Aunt Wang, who was passing by, had already taken several steps.
He even chased her back and chatted with Chen Guohua.
If nothing else, it was because she smelled the fragrance of peanut oil.
The rich flavor is really tempting.
"Ok!"
Chen Guohua nodded lightly, but did not stop.
Aunt Wang also followed.
"I remember when your family first moved here, didn't you already buy gas? How can you buy it again?"
When she asked this question, she naturally wanted to find out whether Chen Guohua had other channels to purchase excess oil.
Nowadays, every household is poor.
Supplies are in limited supply, and it will be difficult to live well if you don't go to Pigeon Market.
Pigeon City is an open secret.
However, some people will report it.
So everyone was doing it secretly.
Even if there is delicious food, I will not buy it so openly.
Before Chen Guohua could speak, Guan Zhiping, who was washing vegetables at the laundry chute in the courtyard, sneered: "It must be the gas tickets he got in exchange for the tickets at Pigeon Market. Otherwise, how could he, a country boy, get the tickets?"
"Aunt Guan, do you want to stay in the detention room of the police station for a few days again?"
When Chen Guohua heard this, he sneered and replied:
"You must be deeply impressed by the punishment for framing others, right?"
hum! Almost instantly, Guan Zhiping's eyes became bloodshot and her whole body began to tremble.
She hated Chen Guohua so much that he kept her in the detention room for fifteen days.
That's not free food and drink.
Her son had to rely on connections to send money and favors, otherwise, a bite of cold vegetable dregs would be considered a very good treatment.
"Aunt Wang, I remember you know how to read, right? Can you read this ticket?"
With a sneer, Chen Guohua took out a few tickets from his pocket.
Whether it's food stamps, meat stamps, gas stamps, etc., they are all pretty much the same.
It's just like money, but there is a big difference between tickets and Wang's face changed immediately when she saw the words on the gas ticket.
Hu Derong and Fang Hongming, who were standing next to her, couldn't help but read it out.
"High-level intellectual workers in the capital city will be given a subsidy of half a catty for buying cooking oil!"
hiss! Aunt Jiang and others all had their eyes widened with expressions of disbelief.
What is an advanced mental worker? More powerful than intellectuals?
Chen Guohua is actually a senior intellectual worker? No one in the entire courtyard had ever heard of such rhetoric, let alone such a ticket.
Chen Guohua quickly put away the gas ticket, smiled coldly at Guan Zhiping, turned around and went home.
The three little ones also walked home with their heads held high, following behind their eldest brother.
Fragrant peanut oil, that's really good.
Although, everyone likes to eat lard.
But if there is enough peanut oil, who would want to eat lard? At noon, a rich aroma came from Chen's kitchen.
Peanut oil stir-fries are particularly fragrant.
What's more, Chen Guohua directly put a spoonful of peanut oil in it to fry the bacon.
Until both sides are fragrant and golden, add minced garlic, then add cabbage and stir-fry.
The sizzling fragrance filled the air.
In early March in Beijing, the spring breeze was like scissors. When it blew over, it not only brought the feeling of spring, but also brought the aroma of meat.
"Brother, De Rong said he was going to dig wild vegetables outside the city in the afternoon. Can we go dig wild vegetables together?"
While eating, Chen Xiaoyue suddenly spoke up.
"It's good to go for a walk instead of being stuck at home every day."
When Chen Guohua heard this, he nodded and said with a smile.
He didn't care whether the three little ones could dig wild vegetables, but he wouldn't say so openly.
Otherwise, it will somewhat damage their self-confidence.
Hu Derong and the others will go out together anyway. If there are many people, the probability of something happening will be very small.
After telling them to pay attention to safety, where to go outside the city, and when to come back, Chen Guohua felt relieved.
The four brothers and sisters ate with their mouths full of oil. Anyway, there were a lot of oil stars in the dishes they cooked.
But the other children in the yard were not so worried.
Watching the Chen family eat delicious food, they can only eat coarse grains such as steamed buns and sweet potatoes.
Today is the Lantern Festival. If you want to eat meat, just wait for the meal in the evening.
After all, many workers only go home at night and eat in the canteen at noon.
In the afternoon, Chen Guohua was going back to school to review, while the three little ones, carrying backpacks, set out for the outskirts of the city with Hu Derong and other children in the courtyard.
Although they were walking, a group of little kids were running crazy on the road, and they were walking quite fast.
At this time, Chen Guohua had already arrived at the school. As soon as he arrived in the classroom, he was called to the office by Su Xiuwan.
Luo Feng was also called to the teacher's office, which made Chen Guohua confused.
What are you doing?
In the teacher's office, Su Xiuwan put the test paper on the table and said:
"Chen Guohua, Luo Feng said that you produced this test paper yourself. Can you tell me how you produced such a test paper?"
"Teacher Su, is it just because of the test paper?"
Chen Guohua looked through the test paper. Isn't this the one he gave to Luo Feng yesterday?
"Is there anything wrong with this test paper? I just flipped through the book and came up with the questions."
"Teacher Su, you look so serious, you think something happened. Don't you think you don't believe that I wrote this test paper myself?"
Su Xiuwan nodded and said, "Yes, I really don't believe that this is a question that a high school student like you can ask!"
(End of this chapter)