Song Jin found a corner at the entrance of the towel factory and waited for news. The army leaders acted quickly. When he got off work at noon, he heard the workers who were out talking in groups of three or four about today's headlines of the towel factory.
"I really didn't expect that these two brothers, each more honest than the other, would actually be this kind of people. It's true that the dog that bites doesn't bark. Fortunately, we don't have to work together in the future, otherwise who knows when they will bite us."
"Well, both his brothers have been fired, so there are two vacancies in the factory now. Haven't you thought about making some moves?"
"Old Li, don't worry about it. The notice said that the temporary worker quota has been cancelled. As for the regular worker quota, it was originally a subsidy provided by the army and the street to Song Jin, so the quota is reserved for Song Jin to handle himself."
After hearing this, Song Jin understood that the factory had already fired the two brothers.
Thinking of the work news, Song Jin rolled his eyes and went straight into the factory.
When I came out, I had 500 yuan in my pocket. There are many people who want to work these days.
Song Jin felt his stomach. It was noon, time to eat. After eating, there was still a battle to fight, so he had to replenish his energy. If he got tired during the fight, that would be a problem.
Song Jin strolled all the way to the state-owned restaurant, showing great curiosity along the way.
The streets and buildings of this era are only seen in TV dramas. Such retro buildings will not be seen anymore. This is still Beijing. I have to go to the countryside tomorrow. I don’t know what the place is like. I forgot to ask where the place is today.
After a long walk, I finally saw the sign that read "State-owned Restaurant." It was lunchtime, but not many people were there. That's right, these days, no one eats out all the time. Besides money, you need a ticket. Everyone eats in the cafeteria or at home, and some have their family members bring lunch to the factory.
There is a small blackboard at the door, on which is written today's supply: braised pork, vegetarian dumplings, rice, clear soup noodles, stir-fried cabbage, vegetable soup, and two-grain flour steamed buns.
Song Jin took a look and walked to the small window. Standing inside was a lesbian, about 20 years old. She didn't smile, but she didn't look down on people like she had seen in novels.
Song Jin didn't wait for her to ask and spoke directly: "Hello, comrade, I would like a portion of braised pork, a portion of rice, and a bowl of vegetable soup."
The female comrade replied directly: "One yuan and fifty cents, two ounces of food coupons."
Song Jin counted out the money and handed it over, then found a place to sit.
The state-owned restaurant was not very big, and the tables and chairs were all close together. She squeezed for a long time before she found an empty seat in the corner.
After waiting for about ten minutes, I heard the person in front of me shouting that the food was ready. I walked across the sea of tables and chairs again to get it before I started my lunch today.
Song Jin used to read period novels where the heroine always had to eat red-braised pork at a state-owned restaurant. The descriptions of the taste and quantity of the huge pile of red-braised pork were always sparse. So Song Jin specifically ordered the red-braised pork, and admittedly, the portion was truly enormous. He also enjoyed meat in modern times, but it was incredibly expensive, so he decided to make it himself. It's hard to describe.
One time, I tried to make braised pork. I don't know if I put too much sugar or too much soy sauce. Anyway, it turned out to be a black dish. When Song's father came home and saw it, he first asked what the dish was. After Song Jin said it was braised pork, Song's father thought for a moment and said, "Is this pig from Africa?"
I have to say, it's extremely insulting.
Later, Song Jin liked to order takeout. However, a serving of braised pork cost at least 45 yuan, and the portion was very small, so he could not get enough of it.
Looking at the large plate in front of him, Song Jin's mouth was almost watering. No more words, just eat it.
Half an hour later, Song Jin walked out of the state-owned restaurant with a bulging belly.
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