Cheng's mother returned to the main room with the egg custard and said to Cheng Baoguo: "You go to Secretary Huang's house to borrow two taels of oil, and then ask if he can lend us a pig ear that his family bought today, and Ming'er will buy it and return it to him." Cheng Baoguo nodded and said, "Let's go, I'll go to the state-run restaurant to see what dishes are there." Father Lu stopped: "Don't go!" He picked up a bamboo basket on the ground and handed it to Cheng Baoguo.

"Aunt Cheng, we brought a lot of rice, flour, grain and oil, I remember bringing oil cans, the family doesn't have to be polite, let alone borrow outsiders. Let you borrow it, and we'll be embarrassed to stay and eat." Third, you go to the kitchen. Xibao is here, I can't go, lest he be afraid of life and make everyone uneasy. Cheng Baoguo sent it over without being polite.

"Third uncle, you also brought the bag of grain, as well as the dried vegetables and pickled vegetables I brought." I was going to rent a house in the city, but when I came, I was fully prepared, and I opened the bamboo basket with wind and snow, and took out the jar with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in turn, and turned out a piece of bacon.

"Aunt Cuilan, let's make bacon rice at noon."

"You're having a good day!" Wang Cuilan remembered what Cheng Baoguo had taken from their house.

"Thanks to the care of Ajiang's comrades-in-arms, I send a lot of special products every year, otherwise, I would have gotten these things just by being a woman." Feng Qingxue smiled,

"I have my own land at home, so it's more convenient to eat vegetables." The weather is warm, and the greens in the plot are very lush.

Before Lu's father left, he didn't forget to tell him to go home and plant all the vegetables that should be planted. Father Lu said: "You are at ease and Xibao live with your third uncle, study hard, didn't you stay at home on the bicycle?" When Tianjun came to school every week, I asked him to bring you vegetables and food, and by the way, he left his bicycle at the third child's house. "As soon as spring begins this year, Lu Tianjun will go to high school.

He has always had good grades and was admitted to the high school in the city with excellent grades. He went to the county seat in the first junior high school, and in the second year, the Wanglou Brigade ran a school, and he went back to the Wanglou Brigade with his junior high school classmates from Shili and Eight Townships for a year, and the junior high school lasted for two years and he had graduated.

High school requires a live in school, and the school is too far from home. Students with urban hukou have food stamps every month, and they also have a certain supply of rations, and they all take food stamps and money to the canteen to buy food, while peasant students like Lu Tianjun do not have food stamps, so they can only exchange grain, coarse grain for coarse grain, and fine grain for fine grain, the vast majority of peasant students bring wild vegetables, wheat bran, and even bran from home and steam them in the canteen as food, Lu Tianjun quietly hid the brown rice he brought, and did not take out a grain of rice.

There were not many students in the school, and it seemed a little sparse, and a class that was supposed to have more than 40 people now had only about 20 people left, of which seven or eight were students from the countryside.

The reason is very simple, they can't afford to go to school, they can't afford to eat, and after three years of famine, many people have dropped out of school directly.

One day off a week, and that day is the day when the peasant students go home to get their food. After school on Saturday afternoon, everyone rushes to their homes and comes back the next afternoon with dry food or food.

Lu Tianjun is the same as everyone else, dressed up about the same, ate about the same, coarse grains with pickles, never took a little fine grain to school at home, and occasionally used food stamps and money to buy a cornmeal nest to improve his life, except for his grades, he usually rarely came out, so low-key that he almost forgot that there was such a classmate.