As a teenager, memories that go deep into the bone marrow are hungry. At that time, everyone was rationed. I'm talking about people with urban hukou. Without urban hukou, even this ration is not guaranteed. Therefore, for a long time, farmers in rural areas of China have always dreamed of having an urban hukou. With urban hukou, there will be a quantitative ration and the most basic guarantee for life. At that time, no one went from the countryside to the city as a migrant worker, because food stamps were needed to eat anywhere in the city. No urban hukou, no rations, no "food purchase certificate", no food stamps to buy food, no food. You can't live anywhere without food.
I remember the quantification at that time: primary school 1 grade 3 is junior high school, grade 4 to grade 6 is senior high school, junior high school is 24 kg of grain per month, and senior high school is 26 kg of grain per month. Junior high school students get 30 kg of grain per month, senior high school students get 3 1 kg of grain per month, and college students get 33 kg of grain per month. General urban residents receive 24 Jin of grain per month, and district-level cadres receive 33 Jin of grain per month. Preschool children receive 15 kg of grain every month, and workers receive 27 kg to 45 kg of grain every month according to different types of work. My rations at that time were high and low, 26 kg per month.
According to the present situation, 26 Jin of grain a month should be enough to eat. As we all know, there was no oil and water in my stomach at that time, and I was very hungry. At that time, the ration oil was 2.5 Liang per person per month. Can't stand being hungry! When eating, I finished half a catty of rice and felt that I had just had a bottom. How can I eat 26 Jin of grain every month? What's more, our three brothers, like three hungry wolves, really worked hard for our parents.
In order to solve the problem of our hunger, our parents have to farm on the back hill of our building after work. There is half a mountain behind our house, and there is a large wasteland from the mountain to the foot of the mountain. My parents are both anti-Japanese cadres from the countryside. Reclaiming land is their strong point. But how hard is the dual labor of going to work and farming? Only our parents know clearly. Following our parents, we also learned to grow corn, sweet potato seedlings, peanuts, sesame seeds and various vegetables. During the harvest season, parents often give their neighbors something to help them alleviate their difficulties. At that time, people really didn't have enough to eat.
When growing food can't save us, we will go up the mountain to find wild vegetables as soon as school is over. What shepherd's purse, grey vegetables, Chinese cabbage, dandelion, chrysanthemum, Guo Ye, elm leaves, really know a lot of game to eat. For example, chrysanthemum morifolium is collected at home, blanched with boiling water, then taken out, mixed with some noodles, stirred, and then steamed in a pot. The steamed grass can be eaten as a staple food. There are also Guo leaves, which are the leaves of wild bayberry trees. After picking it home, it is also boiled with boiling water, and then mixed with noodles to fish noodles. That kind of noodles is pure and fragrant, and it's really delicious. There was not enough food at that time, so we used wild vegetables and leaves to make up for it. And elms, speaking of elms, especially elms. Up to now, every spring, my wife and I will go to the nearby mountains to find Yu Qian. Bring a big bag back every time, wash it, chop it up, mince it with meat, mix it into stuffing and wrap it in jiaozi. When jiaozi eats it, his mouth is full of fresh fragrance, which is an out-and-out taste of spring. No matter how high-grade the hotel restaurant is, if it can't be done, it won't taste the taste of this natural spring water, which is especially delicious.
Sometimes, you will eat something wrong and hurt people. Once, I got some Guanyin soil at home. This Guanyin is as white as fine flour, which makes people drool. So, we made some cakes with Guanyin soil and mixed noodles and ate them. When eating, there is nothing unusual. Later, when I defecated, I couldn't pull it out, and my stomach hurt. Later, drinking water and rubbing your stomach finally solved the problem. However, I never dare to eat Guanyin soil again.
At that time, our teenagers' stomachs were like a bottomless pit full of discontent. He's hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry all day. In fact, we ate a lot, just because there was no meat to eat, no oil and water in our stomachs, and we couldn't bear to be hungry.
At that time, the state had a concern for veteran cadres who had been tested by war. My mother is an anti-Japanese war cadre. Under the care of the policy, she can eat "nutritious food" once a week. But you can only eat one in the canteen designated by the unit, and you can eat it on the spot. You are not allowed to take it out of the canteen door. In fact, that "nutritious food" is just a few pieces of pork. The size of the meat is similar to the diced meat on the mutton skewers sold on the street now. Mom eats in the canteen and can't swallow it in her mouth. It's not that she doesn't want to eat, but that she is thinking about us-three little "hungry wolves". It was such a brainwave that she took out the meat at the entrance of the canteen and gave it to us in three small portions when she came back. What a rare meat dish that is! I remember we put meat in our mouths like candy until it melted and slipped into our stomachs, but we didn't eat it at all.
Hungry teenagers, the word "hungry" is so deeply engraved in our minds. In that era of hunger, we formed the habit of thrift and hard work. Jealous of extravagance and waste. Life now is really about eating, wearing and using. Compared with that time, it is really a heaven and an underground. But I'm still tinkering, and I'm still cherishing every one.
Hungry teenagers are also the time when we are full of ideals and youthful vitality. We love our motherland and peaceful life, and firmly believe in the beautiful ideal of capitalism. We are not afraid of difficulties or hunger. We believe that as long as we study hard and work hard when we grow up in the future, we will build our motherland stronger. We will have something to eat, beautiful clothes to wear, lights and telephones upstairs and downstairs. At that time, my stomach was always empty, but my spirit was full. "Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu". Just like a song: We are the successors of capitalism ... We are not afraid of difficulties or enemies. Go forward bravely for the ideal. March courageously towards victory, and we are the successors of capitalism. (Editor in charge: Deputy Editor-in-Chief)