Minister Huang did not overstep his authority and made a call to the capital on the spot. After confirming the order quantity of 80,000 headflowers per month and setting a delivery date, he signed the contract with the Lanxian Textile Factory on behalf of the Jingcheng Supply and Marketing Cooperative. protocol.
"Uncle Huang, let's go to the captain's uncle's house first. Our planning director heard that you were coming and specially made a big fat goose. Aunt Li should have prepared it by now. You must try the big goose stewed in the iron pot. .”
"If you want, let's go together." Minister Huang was very easy-going and put his arm on the shoulders of Wang Xiao and Director Ji and walked out.
The director's hands are shaking!
He felt like he was dreaming!
I think back then, in order to deceive Zhai Huayuan, they mobilized the whole county and struggled for several days before they achieved what they wanted.
What happened today? Just by mentioning it casually after discussing foreign trade, I immediately placed an order for 80,000 flower heads! It’s still a whole year!
The director of the planning factory looked at Lin Nianhe with red eyes and pursed his lips, as if he wanted to call her to join him.
Lin Nianhe glanced at his watch and said, "It's noon. I have to go back to the village primary school to help prepare meals for the children."
Minister Huang stopped, turned around and asked, "What do the kids eat?"
"Well..."
The village boy ate stewed cabbage and boiled eggs today.
Since Yu Xiangqin became a logistics teacher, Principal Wu no longer has to cook lunch.
Although there are about a hundred children, there are not that many dishes and they have to be planned carefully. Each child can only get a spoonful of soup and water.
Minister Huang and Father Lin did not go to Li Dahe's house, but followed Lin Nianhe to the village primary school.
The children bring their own staple food, including steamed buns, pancakes, and even steamed potatoes.
Minister Huang and Father Lin were silent as they looked at the children's food.
Lin Nianhe quickly "comforted" them: "Dad, Uncle Huang, he is much better now. These eggs are chicks bought by the commune to hatch. Now that they are laying, they cook them for nutrition every day. You see, The books at the back of the classroom and the children’s schoolbags were donated to the children by Uncle Sun and comrades from the military region when I went to the provincial capital last time.”
"The briquettes for the stove were squeezed out by Uncle Wang from the commune's share some time ago. The briquettes are durable and don't require the children to add firewood in the middle of class. Oh yes, there are also these tables and chairs, all built by the village school. When we were young, Uncle Li, the carpenter in our village, took the villagers to cut down trees to make it, and he even specially adjusted the height according to the approximate heights of the children in different grades."
It's okay if Lin Nianhe doesn't comfort her. After she finished speaking, Father Lin and Minister Huang wiped the corners of their eyes at the same time.
Father Lin reached out and patted Director Ji's shoulder: "Director Ji, please go and get that pot of stewed goose and share it with the children."
"Ah? That's for the leader..."
"Just give him some soup." Dad Lin said casually, "Old Huang doesn't like meat."
Minister Huang nodded repeatedly: "My dear, I don't like meat, so share it with the kids."
Director Ji looked at Wang Xiao, and Wang Xiao nodded to him.
Not long after, the big fat goose was placed in the children's lunch boxes.
Father Lin and Minister Huang didn't leave either. They sat in the first-grade classroom, each with a lunch box, a spoonful of cabbage, a spoonful of stewed goose, and two pancakes. They ate very deliciously.
While the two of them were eating, Lin Nianhe strolled to the kitchen.
She asked Yu Xiangqin, who was still busy: "Sister Xiangqin, are there any eggs?"
"Yes," Yu Xiangqin took out a small bowl, which contained the three boiled eggs left today. "Today, I was confused and counted the wrong eggs, so I boiled them."
"Okay, give me one."
Lin Nianhe took an egg and cut it in half with a knife.
Yu Xiangqin was confused: "What are you doing?"
"To the leader!" Lin Nianhe pursed his lips and smiled.
"Cut it in half for the leader? Take them all!" Yu Xiangqin said, about to give her the remaining two eggs.
"No, no, no, no, you can hide the rest and feed it to the principal after they leave." Lin Nianhe quickly hid the eggs in the cupboard, "This is not what they are short of."
Yu Xiangqin: "You kind of don't regard the leader as a human being!"
Lin Nianhe raised his chin towards her: "I know it well, just hide it."
She said, taking the two halves of the eggs and leaving.
Yu Xiangqin thought of something, grabbed her and asked, "Is this why you didn't let me put meat in the dishes today?"
Lin Nianhe nodded: "Yes, not only will we not add meat today, but if they don't leave for a day, there will be no meat in our dishes!"
"Why?"
"It's a miserable sale!"
Selling miserably is effective, very effective.
Especially for Father Lin and Minister Huang, who have also gone through hard times, the scene in front of them reminds them of the most difficult years involuntarily.
Both Minister Huang and Father Lin wanted to use some money to buy some meat for the children, but——
Comrade Lao Lin had been saving for more than half a year, and his private money totaled seventeen and eighty yuan. This was the money he planned to take Lin Nianhe to the provincial capital for fun. Minister Huang was a man of money, so he brought a total of five yuan when he went out, and spent one yuan and eighty on eating on the way. .
The two of them looked at me and I looked at you, both thinking about the changes that twenty-one dollars could bring to their children.
After a few moments they came to the conclusion that nothing would change.
Lin Nianhe didn't know when he was holding a stack of homework books and strolled up to them.
She was swiping away at the homework while muttering: "Oh... I have wiped this book back and forth three or four times, and the paper is torn... It would be great if the printing factory could wholesale the books to primary and secondary schools."
Father Lin and Minister Huang looked over. Sure enough, the paper in the homework book was thinned by the eraser, and it was torn in several places.
Father Lin casually snatched the three yuan and twenty cents that Minister Huang squeezed tightly, and gave them to Lin Nianhe along with his own seventeen and eighty yuan: "Hehe, take this money first and buy some books for the children. "
"Huh?" Lin Nianhe quickly shook his head and returned the two's hard-earned money, "No, Dad, our village has rules for rewarding notebooks, but the children all think the notebooks are too expensive, and they are reluctant to use them even if they are rewarded."
Father Lin and Minister Huang looked at each other, speechless.
They know all too well that if they want to solve the dilemma of village primary schools, twenty-one yuan is not enough, nor is two hundred and ten yuan enough... Moreover, there are countless primary and secondary schools facing the same situation.
Lin Nianhe looked at the two people with furrowed brows and asked again: "Dad, Uncle Huang, can't we really let the printing factory reach a supply agreement with primary and secondary schools? Without the middleman of the supply and marketing cooperative, it will definitely be cheaper, right?"
Father Lin looked at Minister Huang and asked him with his eyes whether it was possible.
Father Lin's department is responsible for safety-related matters, and he has no involvement in matters between the factory and the supply and marketing cooperative, nor does he understand it.
Minister Huang touched his nose. He wanted to say that this matter was really not his business, but he looked at the notebook that Lin Nianhe had written countless times in his arms and thought about the bland stewed cabbage in the children's lunch boxes...
Minister Huang frowned and stamped his foot: "Yes! I will talk to Lao Yan about this when I get back! If that turtle son doesn't agree, I will shave his head!"
Lin Nianhe couldn't help but wonder when he heard this familiar threat: "I would like to ask, Uncle Huang, did you also attend the Army Officer School before?"
"Enemies! I am in the 19th period, and your old man is in the 22nd period. He has to call me Senior."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
As expected, the teachers came from the same school.
