A little bit of lard is scratched, which shows how scarce the current supplies are.

Of course, it's not that Qin Jiazheng is this poor, but that people of this era are used to living a hard life, and frugality and careful budgeting are the mainstream of society.

And there is another problem. In the 1970s, we were still in the era of planned economy, and it was not possible to buy things with money.

You need food stamps to buy rice, and cloth stamps to buy cloth. However, all supplies needed for daily life are in limited supply.

However, fortunately, it has already reached 1977, and the overall environment has relaxed somewhat. As long as you are willing to spend money, it is not impossible to buy one.

“You still have to make money!”

After a silent night, Qin Hao was woken up by his mother early in the morning.

"Today is Sunday. You stay at home and take good care of your sister. If you dare to go out to play in the water again, see if I don't break your legs."

After breakfast, Wu Guihua warned before going out.

In 1977, the mainland still adopted the single-day holiday system, and the double-day holiday system was not implemented until 1995.

Qin Hao asked reluctantly: "Aren't you not going to work today?"

"Old Li from the street office is having a happy event at his house. I'll go to the banquet and bring you delicious food later. Just stay at home and don't bully your sister." Wu Guihua warned her a few words worriedly, then got on her bicycle.

gone.

"Goodbye, mom." The little girl immediately beamed when she heard that there was something delicious.

Qin Hao had a headache. He even planned to go out and see if there was any way to make money, but he ended up being stuck in such a trap.

"Xiaolan, brother is going out for a trip. Can you stay at home obediently?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Qin Xianglan stopped, pouted, crossed her two chubby little hands on the creaking nest, and hummed.

"Mom just told you to stay at home, but you didn't obey."

Qin Hao rolled his eyes, this little guy had learned how to use adults to press him down, and pinched her chubby little face.

"Brother, something really happened. How about I come back and bring you something delicious?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "No, mom said she would bring me delicious food when she comes back, and you can play with me."

Well, this little guy is quite greedy and can’t part with anything delicious or fun.

Qin Hao could only continue to coax: "Look, you can play at any time, but delicious food is not available every day. You will finish what mom brought you in one day. It will not be so easy to eat again."

The little girl subconsciously put her fingers in her mouth and held them in her mouth, as if this would help her think. After thinking for a while, she finally couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food.

"Well, okay, but I want to eat mung bean cake."

When Qin Hao saw the little girl's attitude of saying: If you don't buy it for me, I won't let you go out, he was angry and funny, so he had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, I'll just buy it for you."

"Hook!"

Facing the little girl's delicate little finger, Qin Hao had no choice but to seal it with her.

After thinking about it, Qin Hao still felt that it was not safe for the little girl to be alone at home, so he took her to Qiao's house next door.

"Brother, don't buy it today. Mom will bring delicious food today. You can buy it for me when I want to eat it."

Well, this little girl is really naughty and knows how to save her belly.

Arriving at the door of Qiao's house, Qin Hao heard the noisy playing of several little guys inside.

After knocking on the courtyard door, not long after, a little head popped out, it was Qiao Erqiang.

"Brother Hao, Xiaolan, why are you here?"

Qin Hao followed him into the courtyard and found Qiao Sanli and Qiao Simei playing with each other around the table. In the hall, a boy about the same age as Qin Hao was busy doing homework. He must be Qiao Yicheng.

"Xiaohao, Xiaolan, you are here." Wei Shuying had a big belly and still looked kind and gentle. Her smiling face exuded a dazzling maternal brilliance under the early morning sun.

Qiao Yicheng, who was doing his homework, just looked up at Qin Hao and continued to do his homework. Qin Xianglan, the little girl, couldn't sit still when she entered the yard, and started playing with the two sisters Qiao Sanli.

"Aunt Wei, my mother has gone out to help at the banquet. Can Xiaolan stay at your house for a while?"

Wei Shuying was about to speak when she heard a voice of disgust coming from the back room.

"You can play at our house, but we don't care about eating."

"Your mother is so good at calculating. She goes out to eat and drink hot food while sending her children to our house for dinner."

Qiao Wangzu came out wearing a coat, a fan in his hand, and slippers on his feet.

When Wei Shuying saw this, she quickly said to Qiao Wangzu: "Oh, how much food such an old child can eat belongs to the neighbors..."

"Will you shut up? I'm talking about why the food money at home is always not enough. You are a prodigal woman. With so many children at home, how can you have food to help others?" Qiao Zuwang glared at Wei Shuying in front of the four children.

, leaving no sympathy for Wei Shuying at all.

Qiao Simei was so frightened that she cried, Qiao Sanli also had tears in her eyes, and Qiao Erqiang stood there at a loss, not daring to move.

Wei Shuying could only bend down to coax Qiao Simei.

Qin Hao stared at Qiao Wangzu deeply for a while, then took Qin Xianglan's hand and said to Wei Shuying.

"Aunt Wei, since it's inconvenient, I won't bother you."

Wei Shuying was about to call Qin Hao back when Qiao Zuwang stopped her with a stern voice: "Stand right there."

"Oh, what are you doing? We are all neighbors. We can't see each other when we look up. They also take care of our children..." Wei Shuying complained softly.

Qiao Zuwang snorted coldly: "That's not because you didn't take good care of the children. You don't go to work, and you can't even take care of the children at home."

"Besides, didn't you see that kid glaring at me? There are no rules at all. Huh, this is an uneducated guy whose father died early. Please tell the children not to mix with their family in the future, so as not to be led astray.

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Wei Shuying looked at her husband's back, sighed helplessly, rubbed her increasingly bloated belly, her eyes were somewhat dim.

On the other side, Qin Xianglan was led out of Qiao's yard by Qin Hao, pouting and saying: "Humph, Simei's father is so annoying. He even ate roast duck at our house."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Qin Hao scratched the little girl's nose, smiled and cursed: "Then why didn't you say it in front of him just now? It's not a good habit to talk about people behind their backs.

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The little girl wrinkled her nose: "Simei said, her father is very fierce, we can't beat him."

Well, I didn't expect this little girl to be quite aware of current affairs. Qin Hao was amused by her.

Walking to the street, the little girl suddenly remembered something and took Qin Hao's hand.

"Brother, don't forget the mung bean cake you promised me."

Qin Hao pinched her chubby little face lovingly: "I can't forget it. I'll buy it for you soon."

"Hey." The little girl was happy and let Qin Hao hold her hand and walk through the crowd.

There are many ways to make money, but considering the overall environment in the Mainland in the 1970s, most of them were not suitable.

In 1977, there was no concept of private enterprise. Even those selling snacks on the roadside were state-owned. All private buying and selling activities could be defined by a special term: speculation.

Qin Hao walked around the street and found some roadside stalls. However, from time to time, law enforcement officers wearing red hoops came to check. These roadside stalls ran away, and their posture was comparable to that of the urban management later.

Chasing small traders is much more ruthless.

After going around in a circle, Qin Hao basically gave up the idea of ​​making money by buying and selling. Not only was the profit low, but the cost of breaking the law was high, and more importantly, he had no capital.

Start-up capital is also a big problem!

"Brother, where are we going?" The little girl was still young after all. She followed Qin Hao with her short legs, but was finally too tired to walk.

Qin Hao could only let her rest where she was for a while. Standing on the stone bridge and looking at the river, Qin Hao's eyes suddenly lit up.

He picked up the little girl and rushed home. At first, the little girl was a little scared, but gradually she got so excited that she lay on Qin Hao's back and stretched out a chubby little paw to scratch in the air.

"Go ahead and defeat Japanese imperialism!"

Well, this is using him as a horse to ride on.

After returning home, Qin Hao found a pair of bamboo fishing rods that the original owner's father used for recreation on weekends.

"Brother, are you going fishing?" The little girl asked curiously when she saw Qin Hao sorting out his fishing gear.

Qin Hao smiled at her: "Brother, I'll catch a big carp for you, okay?"

"good."

As long as food is mentioned, the little girl can't help but swallow her saliva. It's not that she is greedy, it's mainly because in the era of poverty, she can't wait to stuff her mouth with anything edible.

"But, Mom said she won't let you go to the river."

Just when Qin Hao was about to go out, the little girl suddenly thought of something and stopped.

Qin Hao scratched her nose: "Then do you still want to eat big carp?"

"think."

"If you want to, don't talk nonsense, and don't tell our mother, otherwise if my legs are broken, you won't be able to eat big carp in the future."

The little girl still liked this, and immediately covered her mouth with an expression that said, "I won't tell you if you kill me."

After sorting out the nets and fishing gear, Qin Hao didn't forget to bring a few sweet potatoes from the kitchen.
To be continued...