A short-tempered mom? A money-grubbing dad? A humorous trio of women were sent to the 1960s by a leaky electric kettle, bringing with them a kitchen that could infinitely replicate food and a space...
In the space, Fifth Grandpa and his two old friends worked together to push carts filled with seafood out of the warehouse. They sorted the seafood while it was still fresh and then put it into the cold storage.
Many women sat together, each with buckets beside them. Wearing rubber gloves, they sorted various fish, shrimp, and crabs one by one. Since the space upgrade, they still entered and exited through the living room, but the entry point for items has been changed from the living room to the factory warehouse. This change is truly thoughtful and makes people feel that the space has become more humane. If they still carried baskets of seafood out from the living room as before, it would not only be extremely troublesome, but the entire living room would be overwhelmed by the pile of seafood, making it impossible to accommodate anyone.
After completing the seafood exchange, Jiang Huashu took a bus directly back to Honghu Commune. Although he didn't get to try hairy crabs, crabs from the sea were just as delicious! Just this morning, Professor Dong meticulously prepared a pot of thick, delicious seafood porridge, rich in ingredients and bursting with flavor. Fifth Grandpa, Shuishui, and Xingxing devoured bowl after bowl, nearly stifling themselves to the point of being unable to walk.
After arriving in Huai'an, we boarded a bus to Honghu. This trip would last five or six days, and the technicians didn't know how they were doing. In the car, Jiang Huashu began to figure out when to return.
Some things have happened to Professor Dong in the past few days, but they are related to his original body, Dong Xiaomai.
A few days ago, Professor Dong invited Sun Mofei to his home to settle down, and then he got busy delivering orders for the handicraft factory. Jiang Huashu used to be in charge of these tasks, but since he went to work at the commune, Fifth Grandpa has taken over. Lately, Fifth Grandpa has been in the county town helping with black market shipments, and he's been spending every day at Warehouse No. 1 to stock the warehouse. The shipping task has been assigned to Professor Dong again.
That day, she was leading people to check the quantity and was about to take the convoy to the public transport to collect goods when she saw an ox cart coming, followed by several elderly people walking towards them.
It's unlikely that he'll be an educated youth at this age, so he can only be sent down to the countryside. This damn movement!
The village chief could not serve as the production team leader for a long time. Later, Jiang Huashu, on behalf of the commune, selected Shengzi as the team leader of the Xiangyang production team.
Those candidates for candidates 1, 2, 3, and 4 weren't angry either. After all, Shengzi was a junior high school graduate, well-educated, intelligent, and a member of the militia, capable of both civil and military skills. Who else could they choose if not him?
In the spring, the village planted wild strawberries, which Jiang Huashu's eldest daughter had dug up in the mountains. They fetched a high price. They exchanged so much grain for it, which was distributed to every household according to their work points. This year, every family no longer worried about food. No one in the village dared to object to who Jiang Huashu chose as the team leader.
Seeing that more people had been sent from the village, the team leader Shengzi stopped busy helping Professor Dong to take inventory of the goods. He went up to take these people to the team headquarters.
There were militiamen watching outside the door, who let the leaders go into the brigade headquarters to drink some water and take a short rest. Only then did they realize that these people had been sent down to the countryside for labor reform.
Now that all the schools outside the village have been closed, the village chief's eldest son's two children and the second son's one child have all been sent back home early. What's the point of going to school anymore? What's the point of having teachers? In the eyes of those crazy people, there are only two kinds of people now: one can be let go, and the other must be overthrown and sent to labor camps. In fact, there is an even more ruthless approach, which is to fight directly.