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Chapter 54

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    "II won't tell you, old woman. You are really" Lin Wuxing clutched his chest, gasping for breath, "You old woman, you really asked for it"

    Lin Wang's face was long, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he said.

    "Grandpa, are you okay?" Lin Zhifeng and Lin Zhihang asked.

    Looking down at the two young grandsons, Lin Wuxing felt a little comforted, "It's okay, my good boy, we won't be able to eat croquettes this year, and I will let you eat them next year! Old lady, grab some flour and bake a leek for the child  Box!"

    "All the flour was scraped away by the loser who paid a thousand dollars, where did the flour come from!" Lin Wang scolded.

    "I know you have hidden a lot!" Lin Wuxing led his grandson away.

    Lin Jianshe and Lin Jianguo brothers looked at each other and walked away.  Liu Jiamu lit up the fire, but Chen Aihua licked his face and said with a smile: "Mother, my father said to bake leek boxes, do you want to bake two more, let's try it too?"

    "Eat, eat, eat! All the food has filled your dung hole!" Mrs. Lin dropped the big iron spoon.

    Chen Aihua ignored her, picked up the kitchen knife with a grin, and chopped leeks without washing it.  Lin Wuxing said something, and Lin Wang would do it no matter how reluctant he was.

    Sure enough, Mrs. Lin Wang was depressed for a while, and went to her own room. After a while, she dug half a spoonful of flour and came back, mixed with minced leeks to make two bowls of batter, and baked a few thin dough cakes.

    During the New Year's Eve dinner, several members of the Lin family gathered together, but the atmosphere was a bit weird.

    Lin Zhipeng, the eldest son of Erfang, is sitting next to Lin Wuxing. He is Lin Wuxing's most beloved grandson. He is fifteen years old this year. He is studying in junior high school in the county town. He stays here and doesn't come back on weekends.  The Lin family would give him 30 catties of food coupons and two yuan every month, and would go to Lin Jianbin's house to subsidize oil and water from time to time.

    He is quite the fashionable student of the city now.  Wearing an almost new sea soul shirt and khaki trousers, he refuses to put on a sweater in this cold weather, with a portrait of a great man pinned to his neckline, and his mannerisms are also incompatible with this dilapidated old house.

    He just came back yesterday and went to play with his best friend during the day, so he didn't know what happened at home.  Until now, seeing a bowl of thin vegetable batter, a plate of leek pancakes, and a plate of fried Chinese cabbage and dried pickles in the middle of the table, my eyes are straightened.

    "Come on, Pengpeng, you've worked hard in studying, let's have a piece of bread." Lin Wuxing put a piece of bread in Lin Zhipeng's bowl.

    That noodle cake had more leeks and less batter, and the whole cake turned green because it was burnt because I was reluctant to put oil on it.  Lin Zhipeng picked it up and took a bite, feeling full: "Grandma, why didn't you serve any dumplings? I've been looking forward to your dumplings for a long time! How about chicken soup?"

    Don't talk about the New Year before, you can also eat dumplings with meat and protein noodles during the festival.  There is also oily chicken soup, and he must have big chicken legs.

    Others were swallowed by Lin Zhipeng's words. Originally, there were three laying hens in the family, and they could pick up three or four eggs a day. Lin Wang also promised to kill an old hen that was not good at laying eggs during the Chinese New Year, and send it back to the boss.  Dried mushroom stew at home.  The whole family was looking forward to it. Lin Zhihong was also assigned the task of digging earthworms to feed the chickens every day. The chickens must be fat and fat.

    Thinking of the whole family being upset here, and drinking the vegetable batter with the smell in memory, it seemed even more tasteless.

    Lin Wang's family still loves this grandson who doesn't see him a few times a year. Hearing this, he actually held back and didn't scold him. Instead, he said angrily, "Ask your grandfather!"

    "Master, what's the matter?" Lin Zhipeng said.

    Lin Wuxing's face twitched due to the stroke, he waved his hands and didn't want to say anything, his mother Chen Aihua had already said quickly: "Isn't it Lin Ranran, the loser, who moved all our meat, noodles, and your grandfather to her house?  So angry! Your sister won¡¯t give her any clothes she wants! She¡¯s so tall, can she wear them?!¡±

    Chen Aihua didn't know what to do, she said bad things about Lin Ranran like a car wheel, and added Lin Dandan, Lin Pingping and third aunt Liu Jia's indiscriminate supplements, Lin Zhipeng understood that his family is poor now, it is all because of Lin Ranran's troubles  !

    Lin Zhipeng imitated Fan Er, the leader of the red soldiers in the school, and slammed his fist on the table: "I'll take my buddies to clean her up!"

    "Don't! What's the matter!" Lin Wuxing slapped the table vigorously, immediately scaring Comrade Lin Zhipeng, the leader of the Red Soldier, back to his original form.

    Lin Wuxing looked around at the crowd with a sullen face: "If you plant melons, you will reap beans. You know what you did at the beginning, and don't blame others if you get this fruit today! However, why did the three brothers and sisters offend you? If you didn't bite others  How can you cause so many troubles if you don't let go of the three children? A few days ago, it was rumored that Ranran was a dead star, but Lin Dafu came to talk to me! From now on, you will give me your tongue.Stop it, don't lose my old face again!  "

    No one said anything for a while, Lin Jianshe took a big bite of a leek pancake, and said vaguely: "Father, I don't blame Mommy and the others for thinking about it, but this girl is really evil, why once she came back, our family's life will be so miserable.  Is life like this? Our family used to eat big meat dumplings during the Chinese New Year"

    "That's right, look at our family's life now."

    "If it weren't for the fact that we couldn't even afford chicken cakes, would our children have to lose money if we went to eat from Ranran's?"

    Others also murmured.

    Lin Wuxing's face twitched: "Why? Do you want to know why?"

    "Well, why?" Lin Jianguo asked in a daze.

    "Because your eldest brother is dead, no one will send money or food to this family anymore!" Lin Wuxing slammed on the table, "cough cough cough you committed crimes, you are stillcough cough still not sober"

    Lin Wuxing coughed so much that he scratched his stomach, and settled an account for them.  The Lin family can share a lot of centimeters and food per person throughout the year, but they have more mouths to eat.  If it wasn't for the fact that the food for Lin Jianbin's family of five was also distributed to the Lin family, how would they have enough to eat?

    Lin Jianbin gave home all the work clothes, suede shoes and work gloves he had saved, and saved a lot of money for clothes.  There is also the ten yuan sent home every month, oil, sugar, and various bills. I was used to it in the past. Lin Wuxing didn't think it was a big deal. Once it was broken, he realized that his eldest son had almost supported half of the house  .

    Having been scolded by Lin Wuxing like this, Lin Jianguo and Lin Jianshe remained silent, but his face was not very convinced.  Lin Wuxing took a breath: "I know what you are thinking. You think, if you were the ones who went to the city to work as workers, it would be better to keep it today than it is now. You don't even think about it, just you, is it the material for workers?"

    "You still have the face to blame other people, but when was it not that you were black-hearted and shameless, and ended up defrauding yourself?" Seeing that his son was still obsessed with it, Lin Wuxing wiped his face and stopped talking.

    He turned to Lin Zhipeng, and discussed in a gentle tone: "Pengpeng, our family's life will be tight in the coming year. Now that you are older, I will not hide it from you. From now on, your monthly pocket money will be gone.  Thirty catties of fine grain tickets will be changed to fifteen catties of coarse grains, ten catties of fine grains, and a bag of sweet potatoes will be carried home, so hurry up and eat."

    "What?!" Lin Zhipeng slammed his face, "Master, I spend money everywhere at school! What do you want me to eat?"

    Lin Wuxing said: "Why can't you eat it? Even the second child told me that your school divides A meal, B meal and C meal. These foods are enough for you to eat B meal."

    The canteens of county middle schools are allocated uniformly, divided into three grades, A, B, and C. They hand in food stamps and money every month, register their names, and then line up to receive meals.

    Meal A is steamed buns with white noodles, a piece of fried pork slices with cabbage or fried hairtail, and sometimes you can eat meatballs.  Meal B is mixed noodles steamed buns made of white flour mixed with cornmeal, served with a stir-fried dish without meat.  The third meal is buckwheat steamed buns, add a portion of boiled radish, and stir in a little oil star.

    In school, eating B dish is the most popular, and it has to be from a good family to be willing to eat it.  More rural children will choose to bring their own dry food, and carry a dry steamed bun or pancake from home every week, and eat with pickles and pickled radishes brought by themselves.

    As for the first vegetable, it is only the children of cadres and children whose families do not lack money are willing to eat.  In the past, the Lin family was used to Lin Zhipeng, and with Lin Jianbin's money pocket, Lin Zhipeng always ate the first meal.  He has always been proud of it. Every day when he eats, he always holds the lunch box together with the children of the cadres, and deliberately eats in front of the classmates who eat the third meal.

    In his opinion, eating a first-class meal is a status symbol and an important way for him to break into the circle of cadres' children!  If you want him to eat meal B now, isn't that intentionally embarrassing him!  ?

    Lin Zhipeng didn't think about it at all. The food expenses alone discouraged many rural children and lost the opportunity to continue their studies.

    They are all teenagers, when they can eat and have energy, sending them to school will cost half a year's centimeters at home, so why not stay and work, which can earn centimeters and save food.  Every year, the cadres and grassroots teachers of the Education Bureau have to go door-to-door to visit, and many students are still lost.

    Lin Zhipeng only knows that now he has been deducted his monthly ration and pocket money, and he is going to receive that shameful second meal!

    Chen Aihua also hurriedly said: "That's right, why should my Pengpeng's ration be deducted? He's a waste of time going to school!"

    Unexpectedly, even this grandson who has always been the most optimistic has become like this, Lin Wuxing wiped his face heavily, "I put it down! If you don't want to eat, let your parents make you a meal!"

    He pushed away the bowl, hunched over and went back to the house.  Under the dim oil lamp, the back looks so old and decayed.

    The rest of the family had their own thoughts, and the wick of the oil lamp was shaking, casting everyone's shadows on the wall, appearing panicked.  The tasteless dishes on the table were cold and mushy, like a pot of mush, no one wanted to eat them.  Mrs. Lin Wang cursed and moved the pot of paste and the leftover leek pancakes to the cupboard and locked them up, but no one paid any attention to her.

    In the past, there were rice, noodles, oil and meat in the kitchen. Mrs. Lin Wang was in charge of the kitchen keys, and also held the monthly salary receipts sent by the eldest son, so that she could firmly occupy the position of the empress dowager of the Lin family.  Now Lin's kitchen is afraid that even mice are not willing to come, so Lin Wang still takes the bunch of keys seriously.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)bsp;The rest of the family had their own thoughts, and the wick of the oil lamp was shaking, casting everyone's shadows on the wall, appearing panicked.  The tasteless dishes on the table were cold and mushy, like a pot of mush, no one wanted to eat them.  Mrs. Lin Wang cursed and moved the pot of paste and the leftover leek pancakes to the cupboard and locked them up, but no one paid any attention to her.

    In the past, there were rice, noodles, oil and meat in the kitchen. Mrs. Lin Wang was in charge of the kitchen keys, and also held the monthly salary receipts sent by the eldest son, so that she could firmly occupy the position of the empress dowager of the Lin family.  Now Lin's kitchen is afraid that even mice are not willing to come, so Lin Wang still takes the bunch of keys seriously.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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