Chapter 95 Shredded Pork Noodles
Secretary Song has already gone to the reservoir, but Chu Tong is still there.
Before Chu Tong got divorced, she lived in Su's house in Lingshang Village, which was close to the educated youth site.
When the educated youth first went to the countryside, they knew nothing. Secretary Su often asked her to go to the educated youth site to help, so he became familiar with these female educated youth.
Now that Chu Tong knew their purpose, she smiled and said, "It's not difficult. I'll take you to someone else's house to exchange for some rice."
The Song family has reached a consensus that washbasins cannot be exchanged for money. If anyone knows about this and comes to buy them, they will be taken to families in the village that have more rice and will be asked to exchange the money for rice privately.
Although this is a bit troublesome, it is safer for the Song family.
Informed people of special circumstances.
Since they did not earn enough work points last year, they were allowed to go to their fellow villagers' homes to exchange them for rice, flour, etc. Otherwise, we can’t just watch the educated youth starve, right?
If a person is starving to death, what can't he do?
Miao Qingqing and her friends followed her to other people's homes to exchange rice. During their chat, they also learned that after Chu Tong returned to her parents' home, she no longer had to go to work, but became an accountant and warehouse manager in Lingxia Village. They were all envious: "That's good, it's much easier than working in the fields."
The educated youth felt sour as if he had eaten a lemon: "Then your sister will give this job to you. Doesn't she have to work in the fields?"
Chu Tong smiled and said, "The commune leader said that my sister can protect the interests of women very well, so she was appointed as the director of women's affairs. She is in charge of the three villages of Lingshang, Lingzhong and Lingxia."
"Go back and tell everyone to come find her if you have any problems."
This was a way for her to promote Chu Hong first, so that when Chu Hong went to the village to promote it, no one would know what she was going to do.
Some of the female educated youth were thinking too much: Could it be that if Chu Hong divorced, she would still be looked upon with respect by the leaders?
However, they also knew in their hearts that the villagers treated the educated youth as outsiders, and even if Chu Hong was not the director of the Women's Department, it would not be their turn.
After the female educated youth chose their washbasins, they all prepared to go to the reservoir to see what was going on, and then went back chatting and laughing.
At this time, Chu Hong was working in a processing factory. Not only did her hair turn white, but she also suspected that her ears were going deaf.
It was also the first time for her to see such a backward processing plant.
After all, they used to buy rice directly from the supermarket or online.
In the past, the Song family would take the opportunity to bring a bag of rice to the processing plant when Secretary Song came to the commune for meetings.
It was only now that Chu Hong realized that the machines in this processing plant were rumbling and making a very loud noise.
Today in the processing plant, the person in front of them is processing wheat into flour.
After staying in there for half an hour, my hair started to turn a little white.
Chu Hong looked at the workers in the processing plant who were either wearing hats or wrapping their heads with scarves, and could only blame herself for her lack of experience.
Last night, nearly 3,000 kilograms of rice were exchanged. This morning, villagers came to exchange nearly 1,000 kilograms. Two ox carts pulled more than 4,000 kilograms. It took nearly three hours to process all the rice into rice.
Fortunately, there were not many people coming to the processing plant today, and it was also fortunate that her second uncle came to help, otherwise they would have to carry the rice by themselves, and she and her grandfather would be exhausted.
They came later and when they saw that they had to process so much, they turned around and pushed their wheelbarrows away, planning to come back in the afternoon.
They finished processing everything at around 11 o'clock, and the workers went off work to have lunch.
Uncle Song put the eight bags of broken rice at the bottom and was very excited: "My eldest brother is really good at calculating. Not only does he have a good reputation, but he can also get so many broken rice for free."
There are also rice bran and other things in the broken rice, but in the countryside, people would never feed such good things to chickens, so they just cook and eat it like this.
Anyway, rice bran won’t kill you, it just tastes a little rough when you eat it.
When Secretary Song went to ask his younger brother for help, he told him to give him a bag of broken rice and a few bags of bran to feed the chickens.
Grandpa Song was also very happy, but also cautious: "I will take the broken rice and bran back first, and will not follow you to the factory."
It is now past eleven o'clock, and he drives the ox cart slowly. It will definitely be after twelve o'clock when he arrives at the village, and those who need to dig the reservoir will go to do so.
Those who did not go to dig the reservoir were also building houses near the brigade headquarters, and they would hardly meet anyone when they returned home.
Besides, the bran is very light and there are only a few bags of broken rice, so he can easily carry them.
Chu Hong had eaten some corn soup in the morning, and her stomach was about to revolt. She naturally couldn't just watch her grandfather go back hungry: "Grandpa, let's go have a bowl of noodles first and then go about our business, okay?"
Grandpa Song is also a frugal person: "Why eat noodles? Just buy some steamed buns."
He also muttered: "We are not well prepared today, we can just bring a few tortillas next time."
Anyway, the elderly nowadays have similar ideas. They think that being able to have enough food is a good life, and they would rather not spend money if they can.
Uncle Song often went to the black market and earned more money than other men in the village, but when he came to the town, he seldom went to the state-owned restaurants to eat or eat noodles.
You can fill your stomach by buying three steamed buns for ten cents.
But since it was rare for me to come to town with my dad today, I became generous: "Dad, it's rare for you to come here, I'll treat you to noodles."
Without waiting for Grandpa Song to refuse, he rushed to say, "Even if you are not hungry, Chu Hong will be hungry too. Would you be willing to let your granddaughter get sick from hunger?"
After hearing what his youngest son said, Grandpa Song no longer objected: "Then let's go to the restaurant next time."
Eleven o'clock is the most crowded time in the state-owned restaurant. When Chu Hong and her friends arrived at the state-owned restaurant, it was almost twelve o'clock, and there were only a few guests in the restaurant who had not finished their meal.
Chu Hong ran fast and ordered three bowls of shredded pork noodles directly, spending six taels of food coupons and one dollar and fourteen cents.
After thinking about it, I added three fried eggs, which cost another thirty cents.
Their two ox carts were parked just opposite, so I sat at a table near the store entrance so that I could see the ox carts at a glance.
When the noodles were served, Grandpa Song took a deep breath and said, "Xiaohong, you are really extravagant. There is meat and eggs here. How much does it cost?"
"You kid, even if you have money, it's not something that comes from the wind, so you can't be so reluctant to spend it, right?"
Chu Hong didn't take the old man's complaint to heart, and just said in a gentle voice: "It's rare for us to have a good meal together, grandpa, please don't be reluctant. I am a salaried person now. When I get my salary next month, I will invite grandpa and grandma to come over for noodles."
Uncle Song gave Chu Hong a thumbs up and said, "Well said, my niece is still filial."
Then he leaned over to his father and whispered, "When I make money, I will let you and my mother eat meat every day."
Grandpa Song was so happy that his granddaughter was so filial.
But he was not polite to his son. He knocked his head with the end of his chopsticks and whispered unhappily: "I will thank God if you behave yourself."
After that, he started to eat noodles. After a few bites, he couldn't help but praise: "No wonder everyone likes to eat in the restaurant. Not only is the meat fragrant, but even the soup is very fresh."
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