Author: Matcha flavored ice cream

Chapter 163, Uncle Mouse became Master Mouse?

PS: Sorry, there was a word in that chapter that triggered the alarm yesterday.

After Yang Xiaole came out, he saw Widow Tian being dragged away by Aunt Wang and Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Shen was held back by her son.

While Widow Tian was struggling, she yelled: "I don't own anything, I stole it."

Aunt Shen also refused to let people go, "I am a poor person, why do you say that he stole it? I don't ask for face. I join the army and let him loose her legs. He will tear her mouth apart tomorrow."

"Ah, no, I stole it. Why did he scold the person who stole things and why should I scold him for being uneducated? Ah..."

Widow Tian trimmed her hair and was very angry.

"Oh, Su Fen, okay, stop arguing. I just lost a piece of briquettes. As for that, maybe I remembered it wrong! Besides, they live in the middle courtyard, so they shouldn't go to the backyard to get my things.

, Then there are so many briquettes in the compound!"

Aunt Wang held Widow Tian there and persuaded her.

How could Widow Tian agree?

"Aunt Wang, you can't say that. Wang Sufen has been in that yard for so many years. When did you see him messing around? He has planned everything in his house. Is Wang Sufen without a man?

Otherwise, he seeks face, unlike some people who don’t seek face.”

Of course, when I said the last sentence, I was wrong about what Aunt Shen said.

Hearing that, Aunt Wang nodded.

It is true that Widow Tian has been very vicious over the years, but she has seldom been troublesome, as long as I don't have any ideas about her, and I can't let her family suffer.

"Who am I scolding?"

When Aunt Shen heard this, did she blame Sang and Huai?

Youqiu rushed out in a hurry, but was stopped by his son.

"Okay, stop talking, Wang Sufen, I'm going back first. It was lost in our backyard. Let's first ask if anyone saw who took it. There are so many children in the courtyard, most of whom are not in class! Someone will always see it.

"

Uncle Wang spoke up to stop the two quarreling people.

Then he said to everyone: "Who did it, or who took something to say something, or maybe someone forgot it, that's understandable. If you really want to find out, don't blame him for being rude!"

That's what he said.

Even if I really took it and forgot to mention it, who would have foolishly admitted it at that time?

Isn’t that a concentrated firepower?

Yang Xiaole looked at the quarrel between the two families and knew whether the feud was over.

Don't slap people in the face when you hit them, don't expose others when you scold them.

Widow Tian has lost her husband and has three daughters at home. If I curse her and end her family, then I am going to take my revenge to death!

He felt that no matter how stupid Mrs. Shen was, she would never run into the backyard and steal a piece of briquettes!

Not to the point.

There are no windows in the back of those rooms, but there are windows in the front. Whoever has nothing to do will risk going to the backyard to steal a piece of briquettes and bring it to the middle courtyard.

Let's talk about it.

At this time, he set his sights on the three girls of the Tian family.

The names of the three people are also simple.

The eldest child is apricot, the second child is a small jujube, and the third child is a small peach.

The clothes are very shabby, but they have been washed very clean. The three girls' faces and hair are all neatly done.

It looks very refreshing.

The eldest Kyoko will be sixteen next year and is already working to take over her father's job.

The second eldest child, Xiaozao, is 13 years old, and Taozi, who is 10, is studying very hard, one in junior high school and the other in elementary school. I heard that their grades are very good.

The three girls are all very pretty. I wonder if they will continue to look good when they grow up.

Looking at Widow Tian's beauty, she will definitely look the same in the future.

With the mediation of the two stewards, Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhao, the matter quickly calmed down and the two parties went back cursing each other.

"mother!"

While thinking, Xizi shouted happily and ran quickly towards the hanging flower door.

It turns out that Wang Qiuju has already gone to work.

Coming in from outside.

Wang Qiuju saw this and rubbed her son's head: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat, eat sweet potatoes."

Xizi originally thought that my mother would feel sorry for him!

It turned out that my mother said "oh" and led him towards home, looking towards the dispersed crowd.

When he came to the door, he asked Yang Guangzhi: "What's going on?"

Yang Guangzhi told the situation.

Hearing that, Wang Qiuju nodded without saying anything: "Okay, let's go in. When did we arrive? How did we get here?"

"Zhang Laohan went to the city to help him deliver it. Okay, I haven't eaten yet, so let's eat first."

Several people were talking and walking towards the back room.

Wang Qiuju was not in a hurry to eat, but went into the back room first to take a look. Seeing that it was a mess, she came over.

"Have I brought all the sweet potatoes?"

Yang Guangzhi smoked a cigarette and nodded when he heard this: "Yes, I brought them all. He will take them out tomorrow and let them rest on the eaves of the corridor. When they are almost done, I will string them together and let them rest together."

Wang Qiuju picked up the sweet potatoes from the pot and ate them: "Okay, let Xizi and Xiaoli keep an eye on them at home. There are many people in the yard, so don't let others take them away by then."

Cooked sweet potatoes will become sour easily if they are not dried.

Fortunately, the temperature is low now.

Then he asked Yidong: "Where is the ration book at home? Let him take a look."

When entering the city, the most important thing to look for is quantity, which is related to the life of a family.

When Yang Xiaole saw this, he took the quantitative notebook over.

Wang Qiuju took the thing and looked at it for a while, then she smiled: "That's good, we won't have to go hungry again in the future."

After saying that, he carefully put away the quotation book.

The wrong eldest brother asked: "Boss, I will be at work tomorrow. Has our factory said anything about rationing?"

Yang Xiaogang nodded: "Well, I told you, I heard that I want to re-evaluate the quota. I said that he is not a light manual worker."

Yang Xiaole next to him was surprised when he saw this: "Mom, what's going on?"

Then Wang Qiuju sighed and said: "I heard from their director tomorrow and asked for a re-evaluation of the ration in person. From now on, their kind of salespersons will no longer be classified as light manual workers, and the clerks will be classified as ordinary staff rations."

Hearing that, Yang Xiaole thought about it for a while and then came over.

So if there is a food shortage, someone has already discovered the problem. It is estimated that the food issue will be checked in all aspects.

Mr. Bu Nao, do you want to be classified as a light manual worker? If you are classified as an ordinary employee, the number will be much less.

The original weight dropped from 37.4 pounds to 30.9 pounds.

Counting Donglai, it's nearly a quarter less.

It's really a lot less.

This is the first disguised reduction of the amount, so we don’t know when it will be available.

No wonder my father and the others came over, and my mother was not too happy either.

Then he comforted: "Mom, just leave it alone and just stay in your class. Wasn't the ration in the countryside much smaller before? We didn't even eat a few tons in a year! Do you think so?"

I feel better."

After hearing that, Wang Qiuju thought about it and said no!

He showed a smile and said: "He knows, so he feels bad for losing so much food! If you give it to us, each person will have more than two kilograms of food!"

When Yang Xiaole saw this, he said: "Mother, why do you feel sorry for me? Didn't you give me ten kilograms of food stamps yesterday? Now you know that you feel sorry for me?"

He didn't say it was good, but when he said it, Wang Qiuju's face ached.

Ten pounds!
To be continued...