Professor Dong had already listened to her husband's account of the entire incident on the way here, and this shocking revelation had left her completely stunned. She hadn't expected Guan Dashan, only 39, to have sex with a 50-year-old woman. Guan Dashan must have been really hungry! She just wondered if it tasted like cheese.

By the way, that item was not so developed in that era, and there were no various flavors.

The three of them disembarked from the oxcart and entered the commune. They wandered through the dusty buildings, unsure of where they were being held. They searched room by room, but couldn't find the last one. The person on duty must have gone to dinner, so there was no one there. Fifth Grandpa hadn't come along because he had a tractor-trailer worker in the space he needed to manage. If he had come to see the commune like this, he'd definitely have been scolded by the commune leaders again.

The Dongfeng People's Commune in Fenglin County is located in the town. It is a village about four or five times larger than Guanjia Village. It is now called a township. In fact, there is no difference between a township and a town.

Although it is a small place, it has units such as supply and marketing cooperatives, purchasing stations, substations, grain warehouses, security offices, restaurants, and barber shops.

Barber shops and restaurants are also state-owned. Although they are just small, shabby rooms, the barbers inside have stable jobs paid by the government.

It was already this late, Jiang Huashu advised the village chief not to be anxious, and invited Uncle Qi to go to the state-owned restaurant to have a meal.

The village chief's two sons both work in the commune, one as deputy director at the purchasing station and the other at the supply and marketing cooperative, and both are married.

Jiang Huashu's collaboration with the commune's supply and marketing cooperative was spearheaded by the village chief's son. That year, thanks to Jiang Huashu's "maneuvering," his village took on all the manual labor assigned to the township by the county. Outsiders had no idea there was any work, believing it had vanished like a disaster, and gradually, no one inquired. Over time, a tacit understanding developed: whenever work was assigned to the supply and marketing cooperative, Jiang Huashu would lead the village transport team directly to haul it, paying cash for the goods. Then, once all work was completed, they would deliver it to the county supply and marketing cooperative under the commune's name.

In this way, the village supply and marketing cooperative was solely responsible for issuing invoices and collecting payments, earning a commission without any effort. The director, delighted, spent his days sipping tea and raving about the virtues of socialism. This system was agreed upon after several discussions between Jiang Huashu and the cooperative's director. Initially, the director dared not do this. He was a minor manager at a small supply and marketing cooperative, having gotten there through connections and prodding, and he didn't want to ruin his future. Jiang Huashu's persuasive words brainwashed him repeatedly, and the director's Ren and Du meridians were completely opened, and he became his henchman. He was willing to do anything Jiang Huashu suggested.

The village chief originally wanted to take them to his son's house for dinner, but Professor Dong and his wife refused to do so. One reason was that they didn't have enough time, and the other was that the working class in any era didn't have much family wealth. They were embarrassed to go to their younger generation's house for dinner, so it would be better to just eat at a state-owned restaurant for 80 cents a meal and then get down to business after dinner.

Four people each ordered a bowl of noodles. At that time, a bowl of noodles was not small, and the bowl was really big. It was filled with meat stew and smelled very fragrant. The few people were not polite and finished the noodles in a short while. Then they asked the chef for a bowl of noodle soup to make the noodles taste good. After eating and drinking their fill, they hurried to the commune to continue looking for people.