Chapter 238 Mid-August 1
Chu Dan was shocked when he saw the two large pieces of meat that Gu Ci brought out: "Ah, why did you buy so much meat? It must be at least five or six kilograms, right? And so many fruit biscuits, how much did it cost?"
She finally understood why her family didn't want her second sister and brother-in-law to go out together.
Both of them spend money lavishly and have no idea how to control it. I guess all the money sent by my second brother-in-law was spent by them.
Chu Hong glanced at her and said, "If you think we're wasting money, then don't eat."
Chu Dan chuckled: "I'll go cook."
After everyone in the family came back for dinner, Chu Hong told her the matter the director had entrusted to her.
Secretary Song seemed to be thinking: "As long as they behave themselves, I don't mind watching them. This way the director will owe us a favor."
Then he told his family, "I have also asked them. They are all from Nanshi. Song Dongzheng was originally an officer in the Publicity Department of the Bureau, and Jiang Mingche was originally a public security officer. They were implicated because their families had overseas connections."
"They haven't been working very efficiently these past few days, but they haven't been lazy either, so I'm relieved."
Secretary Song and Captain Song, although seemingly not paying much attention to the two newcomers, were secretly very concerned about them.
I’m afraid that the people who come here are gangsters and will lead the villagers astray.
Chu Dan was shocked: "What a pity! They used to have stable jobs in the government, didn't they?"
In fact, they didn't know that Song Dongzheng and Jiang Mingche had noticed their attentive looks, so they spoke half-truths.
Song Dongzheng, who was originally from the Propaganda Department, said that he was a small clerk, and Jiang Mingche, who was originally the team leader, also became an ordinary policeman.
Chu Hong said, "Cut the fat off and boil it into lard, and then make them a plate of stir-fried pork with peppers, and give them a bag of broken rice."
"Tell them these count as five bucks."
It’s not that I don’t trust their cooking skills, but the aroma of meat is too strong and it wouldn’t be good if others smelled it.
For example, when they sent delicious food to Lao Chu and others, they would cook it at home before sending it to them. This was convenient and they didn’t have to worry about the strong aroma.
Chu Dan nodded immediately: "There are only two bags of broken rice left at home, should we send them all to them?"
There were more and more rice weevils in the remaining broken rice, and she had to pick out the rice weevils every time to feed the chickens and ducks, which was too troublesome.
Wu Xiu looked at her eldest daughter and said, "Can you go and measure the height of the child and make a cotton jacket for them?"
"The weather is getting colder and colder. Even if adults can tolerate it, children can't stand it."
In fact, Secretary Song had already given them two sets of his old clothes, otherwise they would not even have enough clothes to change into.
Even though Secretary Song didn't want his daughter to have more contact with them, he was even more unwilling to reject Wu Xiu's wishes. He just smiled at her and said, "I think I know who these nosy kids resemble."
Wu Xiu glared at him and said, "I'm not doing this for nothing. They gave me money and tickets, right? Besides, the people above don't want anything to happen to them. I'm doing this for your sake, okay?"
Secretary Song nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, I didn't think it through enough."
Chu Hong also smiled: "Dad, now that you have given away all your old clothes, you can wear new clothes. You must be feeling very happy, right?"
We got a lot of defective cloth from Shunan City before, and naturally we picked out the good ones and kept them at home. Now there are still a lot left?
Chu Dan couldn't help but ask Chu Hong: "Second sister, the weather is getting cold, can you ask He Wen and the others to send us some thicker fabrics?"
After he finished speaking, he sighed again, with a look of regret on his face: "It's a pity that we don't have contact with the He family anymore, otherwise we could have asked their transport team to bring it over."
Chu Hong never thought that her younger sister could bring up He Zhigang herself.
Moreover, this guy was actually worried about not being able to ask someone to bring fabric with him.
The corners of her mouth twitched: "It's okay, I know He Zhigang's wife. They bought a lot of fabric last time and left me their address, saying that I could go find them if I had any problems."
In fact, this is also a mutually beneficial thing.
They helped to bring some cloth over, and I could also sell them cheap cloth.
During the past six months, Chu Hong and He Wen have been exchanging letters. Knowing that they have started to produce thick cloth, Chu Hong said that she would save some for them and bring it over when she has a car to drive there in the future.
Chu Hong didn't want to mail it because large packages would attract too much attention.
For safety reasons, it is better to take it with you.
Chu Hong asked, "Are the jujubes on the mountain ripe? Let's pick a few more this year, save half for next year, and give some to He Wen and the others."
Secretary Song nodded: "Yes, you can pick them now."
Chu Dan looked unhappy: "It's too troublesome to make the powder."
After picking the fruits and bringing them home, they have to be turned over and dried for a few days, then the shells have to be crushed with a hammer, the fruits picked out, ground into powder with a mortar, washed, and dried. This process takes at least half a month.
If the weather is bad, the powder will not dry after washing and will turn black, and all your work will be in vain.
Therefore, even if there are free pick-ups, not many people are willing to take the trouble to clean them up. Everyone would rather eat a bowl of sweet potato soup.
Chu Hong asked her back, "Do you still want thick fabric? If you want to wear new clothes, don't be afraid of the trouble."
The beauty-loving Chu Dan remained silent this time.
Fortunately, the Song family’s location was a bit off the beaten track, so the lard wasn’t too far away when we were boiling it in the afternoon.
Now I have to wear two sets of clothes every morning and evening. Rub some salt on the meat so it won’t go bad if I eat it tomorrow.
When it was dark, Secretary Song, Chu Tong, Chu Dan who wanted to join in the fun, and Gu Ci who was carrying a bag of rice, quietly carried their baskets to the foot of the West Mountain.
Song Dongzheng and Jiang Mingche had neither candles nor oil lamps, so they could only work from sunrise to sunset and rest from sunset to sunrise.
But it was not yet eight o'clock in the evening, and even though I was sore all over, I couldn't fall asleep while lying on the bed made of several wooden boards.
When they heard the footsteps, they both became alert and leaned against the door of their room, listening to the noise outside.
"Xiao Song and Xiao Jiang, please get up and open the door. I am Party Secretary Song."
Hearing this, the two of them hurriedly opened the door, and seeing Secretary Song holding the Fengsi Lantern and the tempting fragrance, they both suspected that they were dreaming.
Secretary Song walked into Song Dongzheng's room and explained the whole story to them. Finally, he took out a child's notebook and pen and said, "It's not clear who is secretly looking after you, but this is a good thing. You should write down what you received so that you won't be confused later."
Song Dongzheng felt that this was simply a blessing from heaven, and said sweetly: "Uncle, you are helping us in our time of need. We will need you to take care of us in the future. We definitely trust you."
No matter who they knew, helping them secretly would give them a boost.
Otherwise, working hard during the day and not having enough to eat would really make them feel desperate.
Now they not only have more food, but they also know that there are people out there who care about them, which gives them hope.
Jiang Mingche also looked grateful: "Thanks to meeting good people like you, we are still alive."
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