A middle-aged uncle stopped in front of the carriage. After saluting the carriage respectfully, he looked up at Su Manrong who was walking from the carriage.

"Uncle, let's move."

Su Manrong and Xiao Chengxian stepped forward and called the uncle to go to an empty place aside.

"City Lord, Mr. Xiao. I am a farmer and I can't give you any good advice.

But my wife and children are all around me at home, and every time we line up to receive meals, we can get five servings.

My wife and son and I are adults and have bigger appetites.

The three children couldn't finish three portions of the meal, and there would always be more than one or even two portions left.

If there is a famine, we will definitely keep these meals.

But since the supply and marketing cooperative can provide meals for three meals a day, we feel it is a waste."

The uncle was ashamed as he spoke. The food they left every day was enough to feed the family the next day.

But the same goes for them eating leftovers and not getting fresh food.

"Uncle, it doesn't matter if you just say it." Su Manrong nodded, indicating to the uncle that there is no need to embarrass him and that he can just say what he has to say.

"I want to say that if you receive three meals a day normally, then forget it.

If someone does not receive this meal, or the amount of meals received is less, can it be exchanged for other supplies, or can it be accumulated and used when more meals are needed in the future?"

The uncle has been in Qianzhou for so long and knows the characters of Su Manrong and Xiao Chengxian.

They never put on airs when dealing with the people and refugees. They also listen to the opinions of the people and will never bully others, which is why they dare to make such a shameless request.

The main reason is that this situation is not limited to their family, but also to other families with elderly people or children.

Sometimes you can see people quietly burying some leftover food in the soil, which is really a waste.

"Uncle, what you said makes sense. I'll write it down. After we go back to discuss it, if we adopt your opinion, please go to the government to receive the reward."

As Su Manrong spoke, she took out a mini notebook from her pocket and asked with a smile: "I'll write down your name and address so I can contact you later."

The middle-aged man said his name and home address in great panic. They had been assigned a new house and had a specific house number.

After this episode, Su Manrong and Xiao Chengxian continued to take a carriage to the Second South City.

Along the way, the two carefully recalled the relevant systems of the cooking class. At that time, in order to ensure that every refugee had enough to eat, food was cooked and distributed according to household registration information.

The appetites of young children and middle-aged children must be different, and they were also divided at that time.

But what the middle-aged uncle said makes sense. If it is a little girl, her appetite will basically be very small and cannot be compared with boys of the same age.

"The cooking class has been established for so long, but we haven't noticed this kind of situation. I don't know how much food has been wasted."

Su Manrong raised her eyebrows. Although she discovered the shortcomings of the system, she was not depressed.

On the contrary, I feel very relieved.

At least the people participated and dared to express their opinions on the construction of Qianzhou.

When I think back to modern life, there are similar convenient service platforms, but most of them are just decorations. Whether you want to give advice or ask for help, if you don't put pressure on the Internet, the effect will generally not be achieved.

That's why when she was managing Qianzhou, she wanted to do it herself and participate in the construction of the city.

To build Qianzhou into her ideal city, even if the world is turbulent, as long as Qianzhou is an ideal in the world.

"Madam, we can put a swill bucket in front of the cooking class and encourage leftovers to be put into the bucket.

Change the daily fixed and rationed food supply to a purchasing system.

It is still the same amount of grain per population, which is converted into notes and purchased with the notes. If the notes cannot be used up, they can be exchanged with others, or they can be deducted into work points."

Xiao Chengxian looked at the scornful look on the middle-aged uncle's face when he gave his advice, and knew that they must have wasted a lot of food and threw away the food before his eyes.

Instead of throwing away these meals, it is better to organize them and feed them to chickens and ducks.

"Husband, have you watched period TV dramas on your mobile phone?"

Su Manrong's eyebrows were full of surprise when she heard this. She originally wanted to imitate the relevant modern systems of the 1960s and 1970s to help Qianzhou transform.

But now we have just reached the stage of public ownership and a large canteen.

Xiao Chengxian actually thought of food stamps...

"No." Xiao Chengxian shook his head and answered seriously: "I only watch the movies that are prohibited for minors to watch..."

"Xiao Chengxian!"

Su Manrong originally looked up at Xiao Chengxian seriously, wanting to see how he came up with the idea of ​​food stamps based on ancient thinking.

Unexpectedly, the painting style suddenly changed and became inappropriate for children.

The carriage stopped in front of the city gate of South Second City. At this time, the 50th Guards had already welcomed Yue Jun and others at the city gate. A Jiang, Doctor Wu, the miracle doctor and others were also waiting outside the city gate.

Su Manrong stopped talking to Xiao Chengxian. After adjusting her mood, she followed him to the city gate with a solemn expression to see Yue Jun's condition with her own eyes.

Yuejun didn't have any major changes, except that the ulcers on his legs were obviously getting worse, but they were not yet to the point of requiring amputation.

He looked very thin and suffered from dizziness. After some consultations, Su Manrong and Xiao Chengxian were 80% sure.

Miracle doctor Erjiu took out test strips and needles and tested Yue Jun's blood sugar. It was already over 20...

Regardless of whether it is fasting or postprandial blood sugar, this data is already very high.

"Ah Jiang, please accompany your Majesty to rest first. I will talk to the two doctors about your condition. I will tell you any news in time."

Su Manrong reminded softly.

After A Jiang left with Yue Jun, Doctor Wu slowly spoke: "If I were to prescribe medicine, it would be nothing more than medicine for his wounds.

These are already the best medicines for treating trauma, but his legs are so ulcerated, and it’s not due to poisoning. It’s really troublesome.”

"Dr. Wu, have you ever heard of dizziness? It should be caused by abnormal insulin in the body, resulting in low immunity.

Only treating external injuries is treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. We still need to take good care of the body first.”

In front of Dr. Wu and the miracle doctor Erjiu, Su Manrong did not have to hide her views on the condition.

"I know about dizziness, but what is insulin?"

Doctor Wu looked at Su Manrong with a learned expression on his face.

"I can't explain it in just a few words. I'll find someone to send you a book later. It contains a lot of medical knowledge."
Chapter completed!