Qin's father lay innocently in the gun and looked at their mother and daughter sadly and said: "Don't generalize. Besides, Wanshan is helpless. I don't know who brought this matter to the military region. The military region must set an example of a family between the military and civilians. It is at the forefront of the storm." There’s nothing he can do about it.”
Qin's mother curled her lips and said, "There are always high-sounding reasons. In the end, it's not selfishness, it's for your own future."
Qin's father hesitated to speak, knowing that he could not argue with a woman at this time.
"Oh, don't talk about her unkind father." Qin Yutong interrupted his parents and said, "It's so pitiful now that I think about it. I have to help her."
"How can you help?" Mother Qin looked at her daughter.
Qin Yutong moved to his father's side with a smile on his face, pinched Qin Jianguo's shoulders and said, "Dad, I heard that Xiangxiang's husband is a pig farmer. Can our factory cafeteria purchase his pork and give him some business?" , think about it, it will make life easier."
Qin Jianguo frowned and looked at his daughter and said, "The ingredients in the canteen are managed by the purchasing department. They have their own purchasing channels. I can't interfere."
"Dad" Qin Yutong said with a serious face: "The people in the purchasing department always charge a ten cent higher than the market price for pork. Do you believe there is nothing wrong with them?
Moreover, the ingredients have been particularly stale recently. Many people had diarrhea after eating the food in the cafeteria. You eat the love lunch boxes made by my mother every day, so of course you don’t know the sufferings of the people. "
Qin Jianguo took off his glasses and stared at his daughter. A decade ago, people of his generation were often criticized and criticized, and they were very resistant to negative comments.
"Be careful what you say and don't go overboard. Everyone is equal and there is no distinction between classes."
Qin Yutong stuck out his tongue and continued: "I heard that Uncle Ding has asked them to find another supplier.
A piece of pork, whose food is not to be eaten? I can ask Xiangxiang to give you a preferential price and help the factory save money.
It doesn’t violate your principle of integrity, Dad! "Qin Yutong shook Qin Jianguo coquettishly.
"I think it's okay. It's not who you buy, and we don't embezzle it into our own hands. It's really pitiful when you think about it. For Jiang Lai's sake, he has to help us if he can." Qin's mother calmly supported from the side. .
Father Qin, who had always been strict about his wife, smiled at his wife in a flattering manner and said, "Okay, you can go to the purchasing department tomorrow to say hello, but whether they can accept Xiangjia's pork depends on what you say. "
Qin Yutong happily kissed his father: "Don't worry, I have a solution."
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The next morning, Cheng wanted to see that the moxa leaves were almost dry, and then he started making moxa sticks.
First crush the dried mugwort leaves, then knead them until the moxa lint comes out, and then roll it into a cylinder with a diameter of about 2 cm in rice paper.
Use glue made from hot water and flour to stick it together, then use chopsticks to stuff the moxa into it bit by bit and compact it.
In addition to moxibustion, Cheng Xiang also mixed in some minced ginger, because she remembered that moxibustion in later physical therapy shops had ginger added to it, which has a better effect of removing dampness and repelling cold.
In this way, a moxa stick is completed. After lighting it with a match, the moxa stick will be burned slowly by the dark fire. The moxa will turn white and not fall apart, which means it is successfully made.
Cheng Xiang looked at his work with satisfaction. This handiwork was considered a success.
Then I made a dozen more and put them together to dry.
At noon, Zhou Tianlei suddenly came back and pushed a shiny black bicycle with curved beams.
"Where did you get the bicycle?" Cheng Xiang opened his eyes in surprise. When he got closer, he saw that it was a "Phoenix brand".
Zhou Tianlei said calmly: "It's for you. It's more convenient for you to go to the city to sell vegetables and ride a bicycle."
Cheng wanted to know that bicycles were a luxury item in the 1970s and 1980s.
Even though it's already 1982, you don't have to have money to buy a bicycle. You need a bicycle ticket and a certain amount of interpersonal relationships to get it.
Cheng Xiang thought that it was just a casual question yesterday, but he didn't expect that a brand new bicycle would be brought to him today.
This man has an indifferent expression all day long, but in fact his heart is extremely delicate. Although he is not good at words, he is indeed an emotionally stable person, and he responds to everything and everything is settled.
How did such a good man fall into my hands? Cheng wanted to have the feeling of winning the lottery for the first time.
Cheng Xiang got on the bike and rode around in the yard. The bell rang. Qing'er ran out of the house and shouted: "Auntie, I want to ride too, I want to ride too."
Cheng wanted to carry her to the back seat, told her to hug him, smiled brightly at Zhou Tianlei and said, "I'll take Qing'er for a walk around the town."
After saying that, he took Qing'er and quickly went to the town, laughing happily all the way.
Zhou Tianlei stood at the door, looking at their backs, and suddenly found the meaning of making money.
"Brother Lei," Zhou He shouted as he walked over. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhou Tianlei. Was he just dazzled? Why did he seem to see a gentle smile on his iron-blooded boss's face?
"What's the matter?" If he looked carefully, he still had that indifferent black face.
Zhou He shook his head and said that he must have stayed up too late recently and was really dazzled: "The section chief named Fang in the city is here again, this time with Lao Li."
"What does he want to do?" Zhou Tianlei asked as he walked towards the pig farm.
"It's not about meat." Zhou He said disdainfully.
"Didn't you tell him there was no meat?"
"I told you, the orders are full and the supply exceeds the demand. But he brought Lao Li here this time, so he has to give Lao Li some face." Zhou He said with an embarrassed look.
Zhou Tianlei stopped and looked at him: "How? Give him your meat?"
Zhou He said with a playful smile: "How can my meat be as valuable as our pork?"
Zhou Tianlei glanced at him and snorted coldly.
As soon as we walked to the pig farm, a tall man walked out of the office and shouted: "Old Zhou, I miss you so much."
He came up and hugged Zhou Tianlei.
This is Lao Li, his name is Li Baolong. He is Zhou Tianlei's comrade in the same period. He changed his career two years earlier than Zhou Tianlei and is now the director of the town police station.
Zhou Tianlei pushed him away with a look of disgust: "How many days have you not showered?"
Lao Li raised his arm and smelled it and said, "It doesn't smell good. Why are you so poor?"
In the past, in the army, we practiced together and trained together. The smell was so bad that it could kill a cow. We were all bathing together with bare buttocks. Now we feel disgusted.
Zhou He watched the two people flirting and laughing happily.
"What's the matter? Just tell me." Zhou Tianlei said with an indifferent expression.
"I have a friend who wants to buy some of your pork." Li Baolong stepped forward and put his arm around his shoulder.
