Chapter 22 Chapter 22

She worked for half a month and finally finished making the insoles and cotton hat.

When she was about to be sent over, the young soldier from the security office told her that Captain Fang had gone on a mission.

Seeing that it was about to snow, Su Rui couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Thinking of Fang Chiye's strong physique, he felt relieved again. The scene of that day appeared in front of his eyes, and he almost slapped himself again.

Seeing that she was moody and could go crazy at any time, the little warrior hurriedly said to her, "Captain Fang will be back tomorrow. You have to walk along the repaired Aimin Road and you can see him."

Aimin Road is the cement road that Su Rui participated in building.

Su Rui couldn't give the gift directly to the little warrior, so she left the security office and went to Ai Min Road the next day.

Aimin Road is a two-lane cement road. After it was repaired, half of it is under maintenance and the other half is open to traffic.

Su Rui felt very proud carrying the shovel and the basket, as this was also the result of her hard work.

After Guo Qingwang was arrested that day, he was found to have committed corruption, bribery and embezzlement of public funds within a few days. The people of Qingnan Village were no longer arrogant and were working very carefully these days, which was very different from before.

Around five o'clock in the evening, the sky turned dark and gradually became gloomy.

A bright headlight came from the distance.

People who were preparing to go home stopped at the intersection and looked to the other side of the road. They saw a team of military vehicles driving up and stopping in front of them, and hundreds of fully armed soldiers jumped out of the vehicles.

Su Rui had never seen such a large array, and had never seen it on TV before.

Su Rui and the others could not help but hide to the side of the road, for fear that the muzzle of the gun would accidentally hit them.

The tires of the leading military jeep were covered in mud, and no one knew how far it had driven back. Su Rui looked down at the gift in the bamboo basket, and now she felt it was even harder to give it away.

"Ah! Look at their clothes, they are prisoners of forced labor!"

Su Rui immediately looked up, and tiptoed with Su Hongpei and others to look inside the team. You wouldn't know until you looked, and you were shocked. Forty or fifty handcuffed prisoners, blindfolded, stood together obediently waiting for orders.

A soldier stood in front and ordered them to take off their hoods. One of the prisoners, who was very nervous, shouted, "We are at the execution ground. We are going to kill people!"

He was about to run into the crowd of onlookers. Su Rui and the others were so frightened that they had nowhere to hide. Suddenly, a gunshot shocked everyone present and echoed in the empty mountains.

The prisoner who wanted to take hostage was pointed at by Fang Chiye with a gun. He felt the murderous aura from Fang Chiye, and he knew he had seen blood.

The coldness of Fang Chiye made Lao Gai feel terrified, and his lips trembled uncontrollably. The next second, Fang Chiye pointed his gun at his forehead: "Dare to run?"

The prisoner froze in place, knowing that if he moved again he would no longer be greeted by a barrage of gunfire.

He was dragged down, leaving a puddle of water where he stood.

"Everyone put on their anklets."

"yes!"

Fang Chiye concealed the fierceness in his eyes and inadvertently met the frightened expression of Su Rui who was not far away.

He calmly put away his gun, silently said "Don't be afraid", then quickly returned to the team and commanded the soldiers to make the final handover of all the prisoners.

Soon after he left, the guard who was with Fang Chiye ran over and explained to the women, "Don't worry, these prisoners have no murder cases. Most of them are thieves. They are all people who will be released soon after serving their sentences. They will be sent back to their hometowns. Please rest assured, ladies and aunties."

"Why did one of them run away just now?" someone asked.

"It's another unit's problem, not ours. Don't worry."

After hearing the guard's assurance, Su Rui and the others felt relieved.

On the way back, everyone was talking about Fang Chiye's deafening gunshot. He was cold and solemn when he drew his gun, which was completely different from his usual gentle self.

The other women whispered to each other that one should not judge a person by his appearance, and that a man who had been on the battlefield and commanded battles must be truly powerful.

Su Rui heard this and said, "He treats the enemy like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. We are not enemies, so we will naturally be like a spring breeze and rain, and be friendly and amiable to each other."

Su Hongpei glanced at her secretly, and then she agreed with a smile: "The people's soldiers serve the people and have done nothing wrong. What do they have to be afraid of?"

This statement was recognized by the women.

They were originally terrified to see Fang Chiye pointing a gun at someone, but after all, it was for the sake of the people's safety. The last thing the people should be afraid of is the soldiers.

When they returned to Xiaoba Village, the road construction work had been completed. It was the end of the year and they were preparing firewood and New Year's goods for the New Year. The rest would be taken care of after the New Year.

Every year at this time, Sister Zhao would assign some odd jobs to everyone, and whoever was willing to do it could do it.

At night, the women gathered at the threshing floor after listening to the broadcast. They thought that they would be introduced to manual work as in previous years, but unexpectedly they received great news.

"When the government started to implement equal pay for equal work for men and women, the people's commune gave us women 10 work points each, but Guo Qingwang enriched himself for two consecutive years and only gave us 8 work points, and put the other 2 work points into his own pocket."

Sister Zhao's words made the women furious. Guo Qingwang was really a despicable person. He bossed them around in front of them and embezzled their hard-earned money behind their backs!

Sister Zhao handed the two-year work points record to Su Rui and asked her to read it to everyone. The work points of each household were all on it. If there were no objections, everyone would be given subsidies according to the work points on it tomorrow.

Su Rui took a quick look at the accounts and saw the red seal of the statistics department on them. She knew there was nothing wrong with them, so she started checking each household according to Sister Zhao's instructions.

The women were relieved when Sister Zhao was doing things. They could not trust Guo Qingwang, nor Sister Zhao. Besides, there were also commune officials to supervise and make sure to return the hard-earned money of the people.

Everyone lined up to confirm their signatures, waiting for the relevant departments to return their money tomorrow.

After Su Rui returned home and had dinner in the evening, she estimated that she could get about a hundred yuan, and she became more and more happy.

The next morning, autumn frost fell on the wild grass, and the air was filled with a cool breath.

Suri was still looking for eggs in the chicken coop when she heard someone passing by on the stone road.

Auntie Song and others passed by Su Rui's house and called her, "Go and get the money quickly. To be honest, I didn't sleep well."

Su Rui had dark circles under her eyes and said without hesitation, "I slept well."

Su Hongpei stuffed a sweet potato into her pocket and put a boiled egg in her pocket. She patted Su Rui and urged her, "Go and help Sister Zhao. I'll be right back after I clean up."

"good."

Su Rui thought that Aunt Song and the others had arrived early, but when she arrived at the threshing ground, she saw that there were already quite a few women comrades queuing there.

There was a van parked next to the threshing floor, and Guo Jiarong was squatting beside the van, smoking, with a haggard look on his face.

He saw another person coming, so he quickly threw his cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it, then rushed over with a piece of paper.

Su Rui was shocked. After not seeing Guo Jiarong for a few days, she found that he had lost a lot of weight. His face was sallow, his neck was hunched and his back was hunched. He did not have the spirit and vigor of the past at all.

When he saw that it was Su Rui who came, he was stunned for a moment, then heard a shrill cough in the van, and hurried back to the van and said a few words.

After a while, Guo Qingwang came out of the car in handcuffs, followed by two police officers.

"Officer Su Rui, please wait a moment." Guo Qingwang seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant. A circle of wax yellow appeared on his dark purple face, and his lips were covered with blisters. He walked tremblingly to Su Rui, but was still three or two steps away when the police stopped him and prevented him from getting any closer.

Su Rui asked, "What do you want from me?"

Guo Qingwang now knew how to respect others. He forced out a friendly smile that he had never seen before and said eagerly, "Officer Su Rui, I gave you the work points for your own good. I was afraid that you would waste them, so I left them here to help you build the city—"

"We're wasting money?" Su Rui thought it was ridiculous. She was still trying to find an excuse: "Do we have to thank you for saving it?"

Guo Qingwang waved his hand hastily and said, "No, I originally wanted to save the money for you to build the road, and I didn't dare spend a single cent. Today I'm returning it all to you. Since I've always been kind to you, can you find someone to sign a letter of understanding? As long as you forgive me, I will work like a slave for you in this life and the next."

"The government and the army are responsible for building the road. What does it have to do with you?"

Su Rui said bluntly, "Don't make excuses for your corruption. You reap what you sow. Last year, Lao Wu's daughter-in-law was hospitalized for surgery and asked you for an advance on her wages. Why didn't you say you didn't have one? That's just a waste of money. In the winter, the roof of Ah Xi's grandmother's house collapsed and they had no money to repair it. Why didn't you give her money? Corruption is corruption. Stop making excuses."

Guo Jiarong took the letter of apology, walked to Su Rui and knelt down. He was completely numb, and there was no joy of a groom.

Su Rui took a step back and said, "Don't use morality to hold me hostage. It's not me who will punish you, it's the law."

Guo Qingwang's old eyes were filled with tears. He sobbed and said, "I have devoted myself to the village over the years."

Su Rui said: "You have devoted yourself to Qingnan Village. It has nothing to do with our Xiaoba Village."

Guo Qingwang struggled and wanted to kowtow to Su Rui. He knew that Su Rui was influential among the younger generation and was always energetic and everyone liked to listen to her.

The public security comrades immediately grabbed him and scolded him: "Signing a letter of forgiveness is a voluntary act, don't force her!"

When Aunt Song and a few others saw Guo's father and son talking to Su Rui, they hurried over and pulled Guo Jiarong up.

"What Xiaorui said is useless. Even if she forgives us, we won't forgive her. Whose money came from the wind? Your father favors boys over girls and has been sucking the blood of our Xiaoba Village to help the people of your Qingnan Village for a long time. If you want to sign the letter of forgiveness, go find them. Why look for us?"

Su Rui thought of what happened in the first two years and felt her teeth itching with anger. He deserved it.

Guo Jiarong was so embarrassed that he had to tell the truth: "My father and I went to Qingnan Village yesterday, but no one signed for us."

Aunt Song asked, "They have received so many benefits from the Guo family, why don't they sign? Even if they don't sign a letter of forgiveness, they can just sign a letter of pleas."

Guo Jiarong said in a muffled voice: "They blamed my father for hiding the money and not sharing it with them."

Su Rui was silent. It was a pity that the money was not distributed to the people of Qingnan Village. If it was distributed, it might not be recovered. The people of Qingnan Village were too greedy.

When Su Hongpei and Yan'er came over, they saw Guo Jiarong and his men still begging the female comrades to sign a letter of understanding.

She felt relieved when she saw that Su Rui had gone to discuss the issue of distributing money with Sister Zhao.

Guo Jiarong came to Yan'er and begged, "Comrade Yan'er, please sign a letter to forgive my father. We didn't spend a penny of your money."

"No forgiveness! What forgiveness?" Yan'er said angrily: "If nothing happened, would your father have taken out the money? Isn't it all for your family to live a good life in the future? Who cares about our life or death?"

Guo Jiarong was disheartened. His forehead and knees were covered in dirt from kowtows. He thought the female comrades would be more tolerant, but they were all so angry that they were unwilling to forgive Guo Qingwang.

He had inquired and found out that his father was involved in a case involving more than 5,000 yuan, which was considered a huge amount of corruption. He might be shot. If he could get forgiveness, he might have a chance to get a lighter sentence...

Now it seems that it is over, everything is over.

According to the original plan, Sister Zhao checked the signature list with the public security colleagues, and then began to distribute money door to door.

Su Rui's little hands were almost cramped from counting the money. She gave money to each household after counting it. The line was so long that it stretched out outside the threshing floor and circled it twice.

"Guo Qingwang is really good, he doesn't even spend a penny?" Aunt Song counted the wages she received, a total of 77 yuan. This was because she had a lot of things to do at home and sometimes she didn't go to work.

Someone like Su Rui, who worked from morning till night and did not miss a single day in two years except for the holidays and festivals, earned more than 120 yuan.

After Su Rui distributed the last bit of money, she shook her hands, squinted her eyes with joy, put her little hands in her pockets and squeezed the money roll, feeling extremely happy.

When Guo Qingwang was distributing the money, he came over to ask for forgiveness, but no one was willing to forgive him. In the end, he was forcibly stuffed into a van and escorted away by the police.

Guo Jiarong sat dejectedly on the open space, finished a pack of cigarettes, and left sadly.

The women were all grateful to the government and the party for receiving this unexpected fortune. Su Rui was also extremely grateful in her heart that a big borer like Guo Qingwang received the punishment he deserved.

She racked her brains for a while and decided to take out five yuan as New Year's money and save the rest as capital for her husband.

Entering the 1st month, it finally started snowing.

After the village committee was formally established, Sister Zhao assigned duties to the six village officials. Su Rui was assigned to the labor insurance logistics area.

The holidays in the countryside start early, but ideological work cannot be neglected.

Starting from this week, we will begin a week-long activity of recalling the bitter past and thinking about the sweet past.

This means reciting quotations together, singing revolutionary songs, eating coarse food, and exchanging reports on mutual review and self-review.

Everything else is easy to say, just eating bran and vegetables...

Everyone turned their expectant eyes to Su Rui.

Su Rui stood in front of the women and waved her hand: "Comrades, I'll take care of everything."

Female comrades will feel relieved with her words.

You know, in the first few years of recalling the bitterness and thinking of the sweetness, it was the people of Qingnan Village who made the recalling the bitterness and thinking of the sweetness rice.

The gang made good food for the people in their own village, but when they came to Xiaoba Village to get food, they were not good people. They mixed sand into the good sorghum rice and corn grits, and the rice bran cakes were sore on the throat, and they deliberately waited for them to go bad before giving them to everyone. This is not spiritual learning, it is completely spiritual destruction.

Since last year, Su Rui has led the women in a tough resistance. In the end, the fate of Xiaoba Village falls on Su Rui.

In the prescribed restoration of the old society's necessary materials of rice bran, tofu dregs, rotten vegetable leaves, taro flowers, pumpkin flowers and other wild vegetables, Su Rui's little hands turned the flowers over, and the things made with the same materials were delicious.

With Su Rui's assurance, everyone didn't feel too bad about it. They spent half a day doing handicrafts at home, weaving baskets and the like. In the afternoon, they had group study and after the study, they lined up to eat the big pot meal.

Fang Chiye came back from the dike, his military boots covered in mud.

Before I put down the design drawings in my hand, the phone on my desk rang.

Hearing his mother Mu Yan's voice, Fang Chiye lowered his head, took off his military boots and put them aside, then changed into marching shoes.

"Why don't you say anything? Do you know I'm angry?" Comrade Mu Yan was currently participating in a military exercise in the northwest. His voice was filled with the sound of electricity and lacked much tenderness.

Fang Chiye's childhood impression of his mother came from the scoldings he heard over the phone. When he grew up, he lived in a remote area and it was rare for his family to see each other. His home left him with only cold and empty memories.

"Why are you angry?" Fang Chiye sneered and said, "How can I be so capable? I can still make you angry at a distance of nearly 2,000 miles."

Mu Yan's voice was cold, and she spoke to Fang Chiye like a subordinate.

She didn't have time to beat around the bush and said directly, "When I'm done, go back to Beijing and meet Comrade Zhao Feijing again. I'll invite her parents to Beijing as well, so we can celebrate the New Year together."

Fang Chiye had already responded. He tapped his fingertips on the table, opened the drawer and pulled out the newspaper. He drew a line on the corner of the newspaper with his fingertips and said calmly, "I need a transfer order to return to Beijing. I cannot leave here without important matters. Or you can ask the chief to give instructions. I am packing my luggage to the military airport now, and you can see me in Beijing in the evening."

"I can't be your boss anymore." Mu Yan knew he was making excuses, and said in a harsh tone on the other end of the phone: "You won't go back to see me during the New Year?"

Fang Chiye said, "I've never seen you and my dad go home during the Chinese New Year. Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Besides, I really can't leave here."

He picked up the newspaper and placed it on his lap. He looked at the little red apple-like face and said calmly, "Nothing else, hang up."

Mu Yan said: "Comrade Zhao Feijing told me everything."

Fang Chiye said calmly: "Unless I say it myself, no one in this world will know what I am thinking."

When Mu Yan heard Zhao Feijing mention a photo of a beautiful lesbian, she didn't really take it seriously. There were so many people who introduced Fang Chiye to potential partners, who knows if they secretly put it in the drawer.

She didn't take it seriously, and Fang Chiye didn't want to say more.

The mother and son were silent for half a minute on the cold telephone line, and finally Mu Yan hung up the phone first.

Qin Shan was sitting opposite him in the office.

After Zhao Feijing left, Fang Chiye moved out of the public office and worked in a newly built bungalow.

Behind him, the workers' area and family area are being built. Even after the hydropower station is completed, it will need special personnel to maintain and protect it for a long time. It is a place where soldiers, their families and military workers will settle down.

Qin Shan saw him hang up the phone, handed him a handful of hawthorns and said, "Wild hawthorns are sour. Soak them in water and drink it to stimulate your appetite, so you don't lose your appetite at noon."

Fang Chiye flicked his hawthorn and remained silent.

Before I could even finish my breath, the phone rang again.

Qin Shan went over to answer the phone, covered the receiver and said, "Speak of the devil, it's Comrade Zhao Feijing."

Fang Chiye said: "Work?"

Qin Shan said: "It shouldn't be work."

Fang Chiye said: "Hang up."

Qin Shan knew that Fang Chiye would not have any private contact with any female comrade except him. Even though Zhao Feijing sincerely said on the other end of the phone that he wanted to apologize to Fang Chiye, he must have misunderstood that female comrade.

Qin Shan was not stupid. He felt that Zhao Feijing's apology was fake and that he came here to test the waters.

He said carelessly, "Don't say it's a misunderstanding, this is not how you call the key office of our military region. This is the first time. If it happens again, I will contact your unit on behalf of the army and ask if your unit likes to use national resources for private matters."

Zhao Feijing was frightened by him on the other end of the phone and hung up in a hurry.

Fang Chiye looked up at him, and Qin Shan picked up the phone and called the cafeteria: "Hello, Lao Zhang, what are we having for lunch today?"

Fang Chiye smiled and walked to the window. They were on the hillside of Zhuye Mountain, with Taoshan Mountain to the north, which was slightly shorter, and Xiaoba Village at the foot of Taoshan Mountain.

At this time, he could see the smoke rising from Xiaoba Village. The smoke rose in wisps, following the wind, and was less than usual.

Qin Shan hung up the phone, looked at the smoke from the village, and said with emotion: "This is life."

Fang Chiye asked: "Usually there are more than today."

Qin Shan said, "I didn't realize you were paying attention to this. Now you're starting to eat the sweet rice with only one big pot of rice a day, all eaten at the village committee."

Fang Chiye had work connections with Sister Zhao, and when he learned that Xiaoba Village had its own village committee, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

Qin Shan thought about the three-piece lunch of potatoes, sweet potatoes, and carrots, which made his mouth taste bland, so he urged: "Why don't we go down and take a look? Anyway, we have to go to the construction site in the afternoon, so it's on the way."

"Want to eat and drink for free?"

Qin Shan said with a smile: "I would rather eat soybeans than three-piece meals. It's a good opportunity to see what people eat down there, and it also allows the kitchen staff to learn from them."

He saw that Fang Chiye had actually taken off his coat and put it on despite saying that, so he quickly followed.

***

"More salt."

Su Rui stood on a small stool, stirring the batter in the pot with a one-meter-long shovel and said, "Alright, alright, put less firewood, the batter is almost ready."

Yan'er, who was picking ash next to her, smiled and said, "We have to work harder, otherwise Sister Zhao will be criticized like last year."

Last year, Su Rui made sweet rice for the first time, but she didn’t get it right, and the wild vegetable pancakes she made were so fragrant that the line was packed.

The leaders of the commune who came to inspect saw it and criticized Sister Zhao, saying that this was just thinking about the sweet rice and not having a big feast! One cake was not enough, so they lined up to eat and eat again, which was outrageous! How could it be like this in the old society?

When Su Rui made Yi Ku Si Tian rice this year, Sister Zhao specifically talked to her and told her not to make it too delicious, at least to avoid the same situation as last year where people would scramble to eat the rice.

After she made her request, she herself laughed, not to mention the other comrades, who all laughed so hard that they held their stomachs.

Su Rui nodded and said she understood. She went to the village canteen early last night and soaked 30 kilograms of rice bran.

During famine years, many people could not get used to eating rice bran, which is fed to pigs. People have delicate throats, and swallowing it causes burning pain in the throat.

The suri was soaked overnight, and in the morning the donkeys were ground again and again with a water mill. After grinding, some aged millet flour was added, and two pounds of fragrant sweet potato flour was poured in. After boiling, it was fermented into dough, and the fragrant and crispy dandelion, also known as motherwort, was used as the filling, and it was baked into vegetable cakes.

In this way, they ate wild vegetables, aged millet flour and rice bran, and perfectly completed the task assigned by the organization.

To show her enthusiasm for her work, she asked Yan'er to help clean up the dried gray vegetables and make a pot of gray vegetable soup, perfectly presenting the famine relief vegetable soup during the years.

She was working very hard here, her cheeks were pink and covered with a thin layer of sweat. Su Rui was a particular person, she wore a pink headscarf, colorful sleeves, and a mask on her mouth. Even if she had to cook a big pot of rice, she would strive to be a model in the canteen.

When Fang Chiye and Qin Shan arrived, they thought they had come to the wrong place.

What are those people doing in the three-tier queues? Are they killing the New Year pigs so early in the village?

Qin Shan sniffed, turned around and said to Fang Chiye, "Something's wrong. There's a scent."

Fang Chiye didn't want to look at him. Not long after he got off the car, Wanzi found him and pulled him by the hand to line up at the cafeteria door: "Uncle, uncle, come quickly, there is food here! My sister's cooking is delicious."

Qin Shan followed behind and said jealously: "Why don't you hold my hand?"

Wanzi said with a smile: "You didn't give me any candy, did you, uncle?"

Fang Chiye took out a piece of fruit candy from his pocket and gave it to Wanzi. Wanzi thanked him generously and whispered, "My sister is being scolded. Let's wait a while before eating."

Fang Chiye looked towards the cafeteria door and saw a familiar slender figure standing in front of a large rice stove, with a porcelain-white wrist tightly grasping a long spatula.

It was obvious that what she said to the commune comrades who were inspecting her went in one ear and out the other, and she was stirring the batter desperately like a child.

The small stool under her feet was swaying, and Fang Chiye was worried that she would fall into the pot.

After entering, I heard that the comrades in the commune were not cursing as Wanzi said, but said earnestly: "I have seen several ladies come to get food twice, and the lady surnamed Sun not only ate, but also put wild vegetable stuffed cakes in her pocket. How can you eat bitter food and think of sweet food like this?"

Su Rui said stubbornly, "Why can't you make it more delicious? It's not like all the chefs died in the famine years. If you can make it delicious, why do you have to make it taste bad?"

The comrades in the commune were young cadres and were unsure of Su Rui's approach. After much persuasion, Su Rui remained unmoved.

The comrades in the commune had to do it themselves and pour vinegar into the big pot. If you don't want to eat spoiled food, you can eat vinegar, right?

As soon as he picked up the vinegar bottle, his wrist was grabbed by a strong force.

Fang Chiye said: "This smells wrong, how can it be delicious? If you add vinegar to it, people won't eat it, and that would be a waste of food."

The comrades in the commune did not understand Su Rui's way, let alone Fang Chiye's way.

Qin Shan immediately grabbed the wild vegetable pancake, which was filled with an aromatic aroma. He took a bite and found it crispy on the outside and fragrant on the inside. "Oh my god, this is too disgusting. I have never tasted such a disgusting pancake in my life."

Wanzi took the opportunity to squeeze in, and Qin Shan handed it to her and gave her a big bite. The child smacked her lips while eating it: "It tastes terrible, so terrible! What do you think, Auntie Song?"

Aunt Song, who had just received the wild vegetable pancake, shouted loudly: "It's so damn disgusting!"

Su Rui: “…” You don’t have to do that.

Fang Chiye saw her face twitching as she looked down at the pot of ambitious work, and realized that the little girl was doubting her life.

Afraid that she would grab the vinegar bottle and pour it in, the comrade standing next to her hurriedly snatched the vinegar bottle and said, "Don't worry, it tastes so bad, what if other comrades don't want to eat it?!"

"I don't mean to be jealous." Su Rui was heartbroken. When Fang Chiye coaxed the comrades from the commune out, Qin Shan hurried over and said, "Quick, make a special portion for the comrades from the commune!"

It's right to ask her to do this.

Su Rui stood up suddenly: "What should we do?"

Qin Shan said, "Whether it's sour, rough, or rotten, I don't care, just stuff it into the buns and bake them."

"Okay!" Su Rui understood what was going on immediately, and quickly made two pancakes with her hands. Fang Chiye, who had been coaxing people out, came in. Su Rui saw that the comrade from the commune had finished smoking, so she brought the specially made pancakes over and said, "Comrade, you should eat some too. Once you are full, we can continue the revolution."

The commune comrade nodded solemnly, took the pancake, took a bite, and then spat it out before he could swallow it.

Seeing the women and children eating the delicious food nearby, he took another bite and immediately vomited. After vomiting, tears welled up in his eyes.

No wonder Comrade Su Rui lost her temper, the pancakes were already unpalatable. It was hard for them to eat them so happily, the spirit of Xiaoba Village was perfectly conveyed!

In the cafeteria.

"How can they be so crispy if cooked in an iron pan?" Qin Shan ate six or seven in a row. If he hadn't been afraid that the common people wouldn't have enough, he would have eaten so many more.

Fang Chiye sent the commune cadres to Sister Zhao's place, and when he came back he thought there were no wild vegetable stuffed cakes.

Seeing Su Rui pulling him mysteriously into the cafeteria, she took out two large bowls that were put together from the cabinet. After opening them, the hot aroma flowed under his nose.

At this moment, the little girl held the vegetable-stuffed pancake as if it were a delicious meal. She looked at him with shining eyes and said, "This pot has a lot of stuffing. I saved it especially for you. Come and try it. If it gets cold, I'll make you another pot."

Fang Chiye stared at her in a daze, forgetting for a moment how to react.

Su Rui didn't notice his expression. She stood on tiptoe to look behind him, then picked out a pickled cucumber strip from the small pot beside the stove. After thinking for a while, she gave him another one: "Hurry up and eat it. I won't give it to others."

Fang Chiye was urged to take a big bite, and immediately his eyes were filled with soreness that tears were about to come out.

Su Rui was still asking, "Is it delicious?"

Fang Chiye said: "It's delicious."

Su Rui smiled: "It must be delicious."

Seeing her smile, Fang Chiye also smiled.

He took another bite of the pancake. He didn't find the cucumber sour, but rather sweet.