I Had a Home In 1982

   Chapter 56 56. Why is there less money

  The team was very lively at noon.

  Many people hurriedly finished their meal and came to the stone mill in front of the ancestral hall to grind the mill. Big Maze was also here, carrying a bag of wheat to grind the noodles.

   This is Wang Yi's arrangement.

  The flour he buys is all machine-ground flour, the finished flour produced at high temperature and high speed, fine but with additives.

   So he prepared to grind a little flour by himself. There are no additives and the flour is ground at low temperature. It is said on the Internet that this kind of flour does little damage to nutrition.

   In simple terms, machine-ground flour is PS flour, and stone-ground flour is plain flour.

  Wang Yi has been in contact with PS a lot in 22 years, and in 1982 he wanted to be an amateur.

   To improve the pursuit of life! Be aggressive! Be willing to try new things!

  There are many tools in front of the ancestral hall, but only two can grind the surface.

   One is a stone mill and the other is a stone mill, which can grind noodles, but there are too few people in the village, especially the surface made by the stone mill is not as fine as the stone mill, everyone is willing to use the stone mill, so the queue time is very long.

  Stone grinding is very laborious, you have to hold the grinding stick and turn around the stone grinding.

   There will be a family called Wang Xianggong grinding cornmeal at home, and Wang Dongyang's family is lining up. According to the rules, the later one will help the first one to grind the mill to speed up the speed.

  Wang Dongyang rolled up his sleeves and pushed the grinding stick, pushing the stone mill to make a low noise.

  Wang Xianggong's daughter-in-law threw corn through the eyes of the stone mill, and as the stone mill turned, corn flour slowly leaked out of the grooves.

   After a while, Wang Dongyang was sweating. When he saw Wang Yi coming, he greeted him, "Mr. Wang, come and help!"

"Mr. Wang is an intellectual and a mental worker, can he grind the mill for you?" Liu Hongmei chewed the soybeans and smiled, "You should do it quickly, look at your sweaty posture, is it a kidney deficiency? "

   This is unbearable.

  Wang Dongyang didn't have a daughter-in-law yet, so he gritted his teeth and started to speed up.

   Liu Hongmei grabbed a handful of soybeans and handed it to Wang Yi: "Mr. Wang, it's just baked, you can try it."

  Wang Yi tasted it, it was crispy and fragrant.

   A little cub came running when he saw him eating soy beans, raised his head and snorted and asked, "Mr. Wang, is it delicious?"

  Wang Yi handed it to him.

   When he stretched out his hand, it was covered in mud!

   A group of cubs are playing in the mud.

   They don't have any toys on weekdays, and mud is the most common way to play. There is a child who has a very skillful hand and even pinched a stone mill.

  Wang Yi went over and saw that there were two muddy circles in an open space. The grooves were evenly carved with grass stalks, and dry soil was sprinkled, just like two stone circles.

  The middle of the wheel was punched, and a small wood was used as a grinding stick, which turned out to be very decent.

  Wang Dongfeng teased him: "You put the pig's trotters on the windowsill to dry in the sun. After drying, you can grind flour at home."

   The kid called Pig Trotter tilted his head to look at him and said, "Brother, are you stupid? This isn't stone, it's mud. How do you grind flour?"

   The people around giggled.

  Wang Yi squatted down and asked the child, "Pig Trotter, why don't you go to school?"

   Pig Trotter lowered his head and said, "My father said it was useless, why don't you help him and earn some work points to make him lighthearted."

Wang Yi said: "You don't have the strength, how easy would it be if you went to help him? But if you study, have culture and knowledge, and become a cadre and technician in the future, you will spend 100 yuan a month, and your father will spend the rest of his life. Lighten up, and don’t have to work anymore.”

   Trotter didn't speak.

   Someone said with a smile: "His ancestral tomb is full of green smoke, and there is no cadre. The pig's trotters don't have a sweet potato, and their family is as stupid as a pig's belly."

   Pig Trotter was furious after hearing this, grabbed a piece of mud and threw it at him, then ran away.

   This man glared angrily and wanted to chase after him: "Hey, little brat!"

  Wang Yi stopped him: "What you said just now is too much, don't blame the children for throwing mud at you."

   This guy is thin and short. Facing him, he didn't dare to play dumb and could only laugh: "Mr. Wang, you are laughing, we uneducated people talk like this."

   "Collapse, you have to take good care of your mouth, and sooner or later you will suffer from your mouth." Wang Dongyang came to criticize him.

   Take the opportunity to take a break.

   In the end, Wang Xianggong shouted: "Where are you going, Yangzi? Come to work!"

  Wang Dongyang's tears were about to flow down: "Second Uncle, isn't it almost grinding?"

   Wang Xianggong said: "I have some dried sweet potatoes that were born at home during the Chinese New Year, dried and dried in the sun, so I grind some sweet potato noodles."

   The dried sweet potato is too hard and too big, and you have to smash it first if you can't plug it in.

  The grinding disc rotates, and the sweet potato surface pops out. The grinding is fine, and it spits out and splashes in all directions, like dust.

  Wang Dongyang quickly grabbed the dustpan and slapped it back.

  He looked for a light job.

  Wang Yi has begun to be respected on the island.

  Wang Xianggong finished and the others said, "Let Mr. Wang go first, Mr. Wang is in a hurry for the baby's class in the afternoon."

   Wang Yi, who was watching the fun with gusto, was stunned.

  I'm just here to eat melons, how do you let me on?

   Big Dazed, you're welcome, carrying a bag and pouring wheat into the stone mill's eyes.

  The wheat needs to be moistened before grinding. I understand the big confusion and handle it properly.

  Wang Yi bit the bullet and pushed the grinding stick.

  ‘Crackling…’

  Fortunately, I pushed it, no shame!

   And after pushing it, he has inertia, and he doesn't feel very heavy. His body tells him that it can be done!

   But then his brain told him, you can't!

  This is not only a heavy problem, but also dizzy while going around a grinding wheel.

   Fortunately, after filling the wheat in a daze, he took over the grinding stick with his free hand: "Mr. Wang, you sweep, I will push!"

   He took big strides and pushed the stone mill to turn like a windmill.

   The strength of the body is not lost.

  Wang Dongfeng came up to help him, Wang Yi gave him the broom, and went back to school by himself.

   The school building was empty, so he seized the time to go back 22 years.

   He went to the rental house, first called the proprietress of the generator store and said that he would pick up the UPS over the weekend, and then opened the previous post to read.

   There are a lot of messages, most of which are gags around 28, but there are also experts who are pointing the way.

  Tieba brother is enthusiastic after all.

   There were also many people who sent him private messages, and Wang Yi went out to call one by one to inquire about the transaction information.

   He took a notebook and wrote down all the quotations.

   is mainly to make quotations for the 1981 stamp yearbook, which is not expensive, the price fluctuates around 20,000, and the stamps inside are required to be complete and well preserved.

   That set of Liu Wencai Jingde Porcelain has only two quotations, one price is 220,000, and the other is 100,000.

   The family of 100,000 was directly killed by him.

   In addition, there are some quotations for his banknotes. This quotation is lower, and the total is only 2,000 yuan.

  Wang Yi was very dissatisfied.

The person on the other end of the phone said: "The third set of RMB has been in circulation for 38 years, and now there is a lot of money left. The ones in your hands are all ordinary versions, and they are worthless at all. I gave you this price because of your great unity. There are consecutive numbers, and there are more than a dozen consecutive numbers. If you have all the 38 consecutive numbers, the price will still be higher."

   Wang Yi was stunned by these words.

   The Great Unity he was talking about was naturally ten yuan, but why did he say he was the Thirty-Eight Great Unity? I have forty-four cards in my hand—

  Wang Xiangxiong gave him a total of 455 yuan, 80 cents and 6 cents, which he remembered clearly.

   And he still remembered that forty of the forty-four cards were borrowed by Wang Xiangxiong from the apprentice's family. His apprentice's family worked in the credit union, and they gave him the new money he had just withdrawn at that time, all with consecutive numbers!

   He took pictures of all the banknotes and uploaded them online, but in order to save time and effort, he did not take pictures one by one.

   So he hung up the phone and went back to Tingtaoju, and took out these banknotes from the box.

  The Great Unity is indeed only 38!

  The change is also wrong, 15 yuan 80 cents has become 12 yuan 80 cents 6 cents!

  Wang Yi took out her phone again to compare the photos.

   The money in the photo is the same as the money he has now.

   That is to say, the last time he went from 1982 to 22 years, the money in his hand was less!

   Did you accidentally lose a few?

  Wang Yi blankly put away the money and fell into contemplation.

   There were footsteps outside, he went out to look, and saw Wang Xianghong strolling over:

   "Mr. Wang, are you busy?"

  Wang Yi put away his thoughts and smiled and said, "I'm not busy, what's the matter with the secretary?"

  Wang Xianghong put down a cowhide bag and said, "Didn't I go to the village and county yesterday? I bought something for our school."

   "In terms of money, we can't squeeze out the money. We are busy with construction now, and we use money everywhere. Let us think of a way."

   "But later, you can be arranged to study and study with advanced teachers in the county's advanced schools."

   "We gave us ten glass tickets, a glass knife, and ten bags of quicklime for us to wipe the exterior of the school."

   "In addition, some teaching tools like chalk, triangle ruler, etc. are scattered here and there..."

   He was talking in the room when Wang Dongfeng's cheers rang out from outside: "Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, we are back to work again. What shall we eat tonight? Let's have another pot of sauerkraut stewed with meatballs. This thing is delicious!"

  Wang Xianghong frowned in confusion at first, then his face became serious.

   There was also a militiaman named Wang Yong who was also very jumpy and said, "Is there still a chicken climbing? How did that chicken climb? It's delicious!"

   Wang Xianghong's face suddenly turned gloomy.

   Gloomy can drip water!

   (end of this chapter)