The madman curled up his hands, hid his nails in his palms, and held the bowl: "I heard that you want to research a candied date factory..."
Before the madman could finish his words, Lu Zhiye interrupted him: "How did you know that?"
Lu Zhiye's heart was filled with alarm bells. Apart from Liu Qianjin, only a few other cadres mentioned this matter.
How could this person know this???
The madman smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. When I went to deliver firewood today, I happened to see the secretary and the village chief coming out to relieve themselves. I overheard their conversation."
Lu Zhiye's heart, which had been tense, finally relaxed a little.
"Go on."
“To be honest, my ancestors were in the palace and specialized in making snacks for the imperial kitchen.
Later, they opened a few shops of their own, but it’s a pity that we, their descendants, are not up to par.
Candied dates and preserved fruits are no problem.”
Lu Zhiye supported his chin with one hand, his eyes filled with unknown thoughts, as he looked at the unknown black insects flapping their wings around the kerosene lamp not far away.
He said in a deep voice: “Father-in-law, this seems to have nothing to do with our conversation today.
You can't go anywhere in your current situation.
What's more, we only need to carry out mass production as described in the book.
You don’t need great skills, as long as you can eat it.”
The madman's hands tightened subconsciously, and he quickly said, "Although it can be made according to the recipe, the success rate and shelf life are very important."
Fearing that Lu Zhiye would reject him, he kept talking like a machine gun: "What I said today is not for myself.
I have a daughter who lives in Anshi, Shaanxi Province, and I have passed on all my skills to her.
Including the recipe passed down from my ancestors. She was only twelve years old when I was sent down to the countryside.
Now that fourteen years have passed, I'm afraid they all thought I was dead."
When the madman said this, his eyes were filled with tears.
I raised my head hard and forced back the tears in my eyes.
"It all happened so suddenly, her mother passed away early, and I only have this one daughter, so I don't know how she is doing.
This time I would like to ask you for a favor. Please go and see her for me. As a reward, I will write a letter and ask her to teach you the ancestral recipe.
If, if, she is not doing well, could you please bring her to your factory? She has this skill, and the things she makes won’t be bad.”
Lu Zhiye chuckled and said, "Father-in-law, I might be able to agree to your first request.
But with the latter request, you think too highly of me.
Calculating her age, she must be twenty-six years old this year.
Getting married and having children is a very normal thing, but don't you need a letter of introduction when you go out?
Besides, if I take such a living person away, won’t her husband’s family report it to the police? ? "
As if she had guessed what he would say, she quickly reached out to unbutton her shirt.
Lu Zhiye was startled when he saw his actions and looked alert.
I saw the madman shaking his hands as he struggled to tear open the lining of his cotton coat.
He took something out from the black cotton cover.
A black square wooden sign with the word "An" written on it.
He slowly pushed the wooden sign in front of Lu Zhiye: "If my daughter is really not doing well, ask her to take you to find her godfather..."
As if he suddenly thought of something, the madman looked a little embarrassed and said, "Look for Andequan, my daughter knows who he is.
Show him this sign, and I'll write a letter. After he reads it, he'll naturally help take care of everything for my daughter."
Lu Zhiye stared at the sign for a long time, and just when the madman thought he would not agree, Lu Zhiye nodded slightly and agreed: "But I also have a request.
Whether it succeeds or not, I want the recipe in your hands."
The madman heaved a sigh of relief: "That's natural, that's natural."
With Lu Zhiye's nod, his frowning brows finally relaxed.
The back that was straight just now suddenly bent down.
He bowed deeply to Lu Zhiye: "Thank you so much."
Lu Zhiye quickly moved aside and said, "We just each take what we need. I'm not a good person either.
Let me be frank with you. If your daughter is not living well and is unwilling to go with me, then that is not something I can control.
As for the recipe, no one can guarantee whether your daughter is willing to give it to you."
The madman's eyes were red. He stood up straight and said, "The daughter I raised is not that kind of person."
After a pause, he said, "Well, I will write down the recipe later.
After you leave, give it to Comrade Wen and his wife."
He is not a fool. If he hands over the prescription now, what if Lu Zhiye drives away and doesn't go to see his daughter?
So the best way is to hand it over to Wen Wangqiu and his wife.
Lu Zhiye nodded and agreed: "Deal."
I saw the madman's hunched back walking away.
Lu Zhiye followed him, and just as the madman walked out the door and Lu Zhiye was about to close it, he suddenly said, "My name is An Jingyi."
Lu Zhiye was a little stunned. Before he could answer, An Jingyi had already walked away.
When they were almost in front of the bullpen, An Jingyi turned into a madman again.
Someone happened to come out to relieve himself, and seeing him, he couldn't help but ask, "Old lunatic, why are you hanging around outside instead of sleeping?"
The madman laughed and said, "I want to pee, pee..."
The man sneered and went back into the house.
When the madman returned to the house, he looked a little dazed.
After pretending to be a madman for a long time, sometimes I feel like I am a madman.
When he was first sent down to the countryside, although they didn't speak the same language, the villagers were extremely hostile to them.
They do all the dirty and heavy work, and they also have to plant poplars in the desert.
Of the eight people who came with him, he is the only one left.
Some people didn't even leave any remains.
An Jingyi knew that he couldn't go on like this, he would really die if he continued like this, and his daughter was still waiting for him.
He couldn't just die like this, so he pretended to be crazy.
At first the villagers thought he was pretending, so they threw stones at him and deliberately left him in the desert.
He was found dying two days later.
Originally, the villagers wanted to just ignore him, but then they thought about it and realized that seven out of eight people had died.
It would be hard to explain if they all died. Anyway, they are all stupid, so we can just leave them in the village and keep them.
Assign them some work that is neither light nor heavy but extremely smelly, and give them fewer work points but it is not too much trouble.
In this way, An Jingyi survived as a madman.
As for his relationship with An Dequan, it dates back a long time.
At that time, An Dequan's surname was not An, he was just a beggar.
An's father felt sorry for him and brought him back.
So when the landlords and capitalism were being fought, no one knew about An's identity as long as no one mentioned him.
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