Chapter 1852 Decided to Stay 2
The twelve-inch TV was too small for Feng Qingxue, who had seen sixty-inch high-definition LCD screens before, and the picture was not very clear. However, it still attracted the elders and villagers of Wanglou Brigade, and the scene was comparable to watching a movie.
A bamboo pole with a light bulb on it was erected at the door of the office, emitting a dim light that illuminated the crowded heads.
"Fortunately, I didn't leave the TV at home." Feng Qingxue said secretly when she saw this scene.
As she was looking for someone under the dim light, the TV screen suddenly went dark and turned into snow dots.
The audience sitting in the first row was anxious, "Hey, hey, Xi Bao, come and see why there is no one here, where did everyone go?"
"The signal is bad." Xi Bao hurried forward to debug. After debugging for a long time, the snow disappeared and people appeared. It was the news broadcast on time at 7 o'clock, a program that only started on July 1 this year.
"It's better than the radio, which only has sound but no picture, but it's not as good as movies."
"We're going to make powder tomorrow? That's a tiring job, Captain, can't you give us a couple of days off?"
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Father Lu and the other old men are all very smart, and Xibao is also quick-witted. In the past two years, in addition to developing the breeding industry, Wanglou Brigade has also set up several semi-mechanical workshops, including an oil mill, a grinding mill and a vermicelli workshop. The vermicelli workshop only operates in winter and specializes in making sweet potato vermicelli. The quality is so good that it is directly sent to the city for sale and is quite famous.
"What the hell, if you take a break, will you get any work points? Will you get any money or food? Without money and food, don't you want to get married?" The young man who was speaking was standing. He was kicked on the buttocks. He turned around and saw that it was his father who was angry. He shut up in annoyance.
"The movie screen is bigger. The TV is too small. I can't see what's on it from so far away."
Wang Zhengguo smiled as he watched the lively scene of a father disciplining his son.
"Captain, it's getting cold, and there's not much work to do. When will the movie theater come to our brigade to show movies? Captain, you can discuss it with the higher-ups. Just treat it as a reward for our bumper harvest this year."
"Aren't you late? Why didn't you tell me earlier that there was TV to watch."
"Who told you to sit at the back?"
The group of young people immediately looked disheartened.
Hearing the young people around him talking about their opinions, Wang Zhengguo laughed and scolded, "Who said there is no work? People who see work as work can find work every day, while people who don't see work are too lazy to work even during the rush to harvest. I washed a lot of sweet potatoes today, and will start grinding them into flour tomorrow. I haven't found any vermicelli for this year yet, and my boss is urging me to do it."
Feng Qingxue heard this and came over to interrupt, "How many days will it take to make the vermicelli? I want to take some with me when I return to the capital."
"That's right, that's right, it's been a long time since we showed a movie!"
Vermicelli is fragile and inconvenient to mail, so it is difficult to eat sweet potato vermicelli made in my hometown in the capital.
Wang Zhengguo turned to his niece and smiled, "Whether it will be good or not depends on the weather. I can't say for sure how long it will take. The selected sweet potatoes have just been washed and not crushed yet. After they are crushed, they have to be filtered twice, and the powder lumps that have been clarified have to be dried, and the paste has to be made. Each process is very demanding and can't be sloppy. The vermicelli has to be dried after it is made."
“What a hassle!”
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Feng Qingxue was shocked. She had rarely seen the scene of vermicelli processing. She rarely saw it in her previous life. She had never been to a vermicelli processing factory in this life. Production teams in the countryside rarely had the conditions to make vermicelli themselves, so naturally she didn't understand the process involved.
(End of this chapter)