After agreeing to Secretary Shi Zhong's invitation, Yan Jiecheng and Lao Xie did not go back and stayed in the prefectural committee conference room.
At this time, there was no heating in the Huangyuan Prefectural Committee office, so the two of them were leaning against a small stove to keep warm.
Pots of tea gurgled on the stove.
Canned tea is a traditional refreshment and food specializing in some areas of Qinlong.
A unique custom of drinking tea that has been practiced by local farmers from ancient times to the present.
The main utensil is the jar. When drinking jars of tea, water is poured into the jar and burned on the stove.
At the same time, roast the dates by the stove. After the water in the jar boils, put the tea leaves, roasted dates, and crushed longan shells into the jar.
After the tea leaves have been boiled, the water overflows several times, that is, after the dates, longan and tea leaves have entered the water.
Pour the boiling water into the cup, then add water to the can, continue to boil, and drink while boiling.
Yan Jiecheng carefully turned over the jujubes on the stove lid, while Lao Xie watched with interest.
It was the first time for both of them to drink tea this way, and it was really interesting.
The roasted jujubes have a fragrant aroma, and the flavor easily dissolves in the water.
According to Tian Fujun: One can of scab, two cans of tea, three cans will not be given to the father-in-law.
That is to say, the first jar is to wash away the dust from tea leaves, dates, longan, etc.
Belongs to dirt.
The second can is tea.
The third can was so good that even my father-in-law wouldn't drink it.
Yan Jiecheng studied it carefully and found that the tea they used in their jars was green tea, which was semi-fermented and particularly resistant to brewing.
So the first pot of tea, both of them had a tacit understanding and did not drink it.
When the second bottle came, Lao Xie poured it for himself with a face.
Yan Jiecheng enjoys exclusive treatment that his father-in-law does not have.
"How is it, director, does this third can taste good?" Lao Xie asked curiously.
Yan Jiecheng smiled and said: "The taste is quite unique.
This tea not only has the fragrance of tea leaves, but also the strong aroma of jujube, and the sweet and sour taste of longan. It has many layers and rich taste. "
Lao Xie: "Haha, I just think it tastes good."
In addition to drinking tea in the afternoon, Yan Jiecheng also took time to write letters to his family and Luo Gong.
It was already the twelfth lunar month, and seeing that he couldn't go back for the New Year this year, Yan Jiecheng wrote a letter to explain.
Yan Jiecheng has been away from home for several months, but he doesn't feel homesick. He doesn't think about his wife and daughter as often as Lao Xie does.
This may be the difference between young people and middle-aged people.
At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Secretary Shi had already packed his things and came with Tian Fujun.
Several people went to the family area next to the prefectural committee, which is a number of single-family buildings.
Of course it can't be a cave dwelling.
It is a kind of three-heyuan similar to a four-heyyuan, with no rooms on the south side.
This can be considered a local specialty.
In the evening, the secretary's table dishes were very simple, but Yan Jiecheng ate very happily.
Deputy Secretary Shi Zhong understands Yan Jiecheng.
A pot of mutton in clear soup and a plate of pancakes.
Not only nourishing, but also satiating.
Secretary Shi asked Yan Jiecheng in detail about the railway.
Yan Jiecheng did not beat around the bush and explained the situation in detail.
Secretary Shi didn't say much, he just said that this situation is very important to us.
After the meat was finished, Yan Jiecheng and the others said goodbye.
In the days that followed, Yan Jiecheng and the others carried out the survey task step by step.
1959 passed by unknowingly. On the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, Yan Jiecheng and the others had arrived at the original West Stone Gejie Commune Camp.
Yan Jiecheng was not pretentious, talking about celebrating the New Year or anything like that.
Everyone in the entire headquarters is working in such a busy state, and no one goes home to celebrate the New Year.
That afternoon, Yan Jiecheng and the others went to Shuangshui Village.
Just because the railway passes through Shuangshui Village, where two rivers intersect, Yan Jiecheng needs to see it on the spot.
Looking at the information, Yan Jiecheng's memories of this place gradually emerged.
Shuangshui Village is named after the intersection of Caiyan River and Dongla River.
The village consists of Jinjiawan and Tianjiagelao.
From the Shige Festival to Shuangshui Village, you can reach it along the Dongla River.
Xiao Liu parked the car in front of the stone bridge at the entrance of the village. Yan Jiecheng and Lao Xie got out of the car and headed to the village on their own.
The two of them walked more than a hundred meters and arrived at the first house at the entrance of the village.
Yan Jiecheng saw a dilapidated courtyard.
There was a man in his thirties at the door, with a white towel wrapped around his head and a shabby coat that he could no longer wear normally. He had to tie his waist with a rope. He and Niba were cleaning up the courtyard wall.
"Brother, you are busy. I want to ask you about someone, where is your Murata Futang branch secretary's house?" Lao Xie hurriedly stepped forward to ask for directions.
At this moment, another young man came out of the yard, about the same age as Yan Jiecheng.
Like a second-rate man, he said to the man: "Brother, I went to read a book."
"There's no rush, just wait."
The young man also saw Yan Jiecheng and the others now. He was not in a hurry to leave but instead looked at them with a passionate face.
"Ah, you are looking for our village party secretary Tian Futang. I will let my brother take you there."
Then he turned to the young man and said: "Yuting, don't be in a hurry to study. Hurry, these leaders are looking for Tian Futang, you can take them with them."
"Okay, brother."
When Yan Jiecheng saw this, he thought: Sure enough.
These people are the brothers Sun Yuhou.
Yan Jiecheng and Lao Xie thanked him and followed Sun Yuting.
"Leader, hey, my name is Sun Yuting. I graduated from a high school. That was Brother Er just now."
Yan Jiecheng and Lao Xie also smiled and said, "Hello, Comrade Sun Yuting."
"I'm telling you, Party Secretary Tian Futang is very familiar with us. He and Brother Er used to herd cattle for Jin Landlord's family."
Then he said with a showy face: "Brother Fu Jun, cousin Fu's younger brother, is the leader of the prefectural committee. Brother Er even saved his life."
Yan Jiecheng knew that this guy talked a lot and didn't care. Lao Xie was a little disgusted.
But he still had to respond, which was really hard for him.
Fortunately, the two families are not far away and will arrive in a short time.
"Cousin Fu, Cousin Fu, Er Lai has brought someone here for you."
Before entering, Sun Yuting shouted.
After a while, a man in his thirties came out wearing a Zhanzhan hat.
With a look of displeasure on his face, he said: "Eshuo Yuting, you are so haunted.
Hey, I said you are a young boy, if you need anything, just come in.
He also followed other people's example and didn't check whether he had the two ounces of oil in his stomach. "
Then they were also surprised when they saw Yan Jiecheng, and then immediately put on smiling faces.
He said: "You must be the two leaders from the capital. The Russian brothers sent a letter to Er, and the commune also said that you will come in these two days.
Go sit inside quickly. "
Yan Jiecheng smiled and said, "Sorry for bothering Cousin Fu."
"No trouble, no trouble. If you are friends of Fujun, then you are my friends, Tian Futang."
When several people entered the gate, Tian Futang shouted: "Damn it, hurry up and pour tea for the two leaders from the capital. These are all friends of the Russian brother Fujun."
(End of chapter)
