Ma Teng blocked the damper of the coal stove first. There was no place to put the pot. After thinking about it, he entered the space. A brick pier as high as the coal stove was built in the space, and then it appeared next to the stove.
It just shook a little when it landed.
Not a sound was made.
Look, this is the result of these two days of practice. He is indeed a genius.
He took off his clothes, put on big pants, and threw his dirty clothes behind the door.
I collected some water in a basin outside, took out a thermos bottle, mixed it with warm water, and washed my hair and face with soap. Although there was no soil, it was inevitable to touch the soil.
After washing, put on clean clothes.
Then I opened the lid of the pot and saw that the rice had bloomed and popped out, which was enough for a big bowl.
Ma Teng took out a large bowl and a small basin, washed them both, scooped out half of the rice, and put it into the large bowl.
The braised pork is also extremely fragrant, and there is not much soup left. Scoop out the braised pork and put it on the side with the rice scooped out, and add a spoonful of sauce.
Pour the rest into the basin, and put any extra rice and basin into the space.
It's so beautiful. If you put the bowl away now, not even a particle of dust under the bowl will be collected into the space.
Added a few more shredded pickles.
I have to say that a time-honored brand is a time-honored brand.
Just when I was about to say it, there was a knock on the door.
Ma Teng suddenly felt that the rice was not so fragrant. Who the hell is this?
He put down his chopsticks and stood up.
The door was knocked and banged from time to time.
"Who is it? Don't you want to eat?" Ma Teng shouted as he opened the door.
When he opened the door, he saw that it was Liu Guangtian, Liu Haizhong's second son. He was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was a bit miserable. Since his brother ran away with his wife a year ago, he had been beaten every three or four days. The two brothers ended up in a miserable situation of one dozen a day and one dozen a day.
If there is no fight one day, it must be because Liu Haizhong forgot.
"What's the matter?" It's not that Ma Teng hates Liu Guangtian, but that he doesn't like this kid for not coming. It should be a natural reaction after being beaten. He wants to slap him no matter what.
"Well, Ma Teng, I asked you to come out to the meeting. Everyone is waiting for you."
"Meeting now? Don't you want to eat?"
"My uncle told me to eat after the meeting, very soon." After saying that, he left without looking back. He couldn't leave, mainly because the smell of Ma Teng's yard scoop was too fragrant.
Seeing the person walking away, Ma Teng touched his chin. Didn't he eat? Tsk tsk tsk...
Then how can I have the nerve to eat it without letting you smell it?
Ma Teng held the bowl and chopsticks with a strange smile, and then walked out with a stool in one hand.
Those who didn't have a stool had to stand. Although Ma Teng had not participated in several meetings, he still knew this.
This is the first time that Ma Teng has participated in a general meeting of the hospital.
The conference in other people's novels is very lively, and will my conference be the same?
After leaving the compound, he locked the door casually. Ma Teng's main goal was not to give thieves any chance.
Moreover, someone discovered his underground storage room before it was sealed, and a small report was inevitable.
It's more or less a matter of things, it's better to not have so many things to do.
Ma Teng did not push into the crowd, but sat at the edge, holding chopsticks and started eating.
But countless pairs of eyes drifted over.
The sound of swallowing saliva echoed throughout the room.
The sound came from the table in the middle. Ma Teng looked up and found Yi Zhonghai looking at him angrily.
The noise just now was caused by Yi Zhonghai squatting on the table with his teapot.
"Nonsense, Ma Teng, what are you doing? We are in a meeting, don't you know? This is not your place to eat?"
The sound was probably heard clearly in the yard next door.
Ma Teng scratched his ears with the big end of his chopsticks.
"Master Yi, your loud voice doesn't make sense. Why did you say that the courtyard is not a place for eating?"
Yi Zhonghai said angrily, "This is where everyone has meetings."
"Oh oh oh, when did the compound become a place for meetings? There is a special meeting place, inside the subdistrict office, and there is also a meeting recorder. Where is our meeting recorder? What kind of meeting is held to record the process? Yes, and then ask Director Wang of the sub-district office to sign and record it, is it not there? It doesn’t matter, I will record it, it’s free.”
Ma Teng put the bowl aside, then took out a notebook and pen from his pocket, and looked at Yi Zhonghai sincerely.
"Oh, by the way, it started just now, right?
Then I started writing.
Courtyard No. 95, Nanluogu Lane, there was a hospital-wide meeting in the evening.
Oh, by the way, Teacher Yan, what day is it today? "
Yan Bugui lowered his head and ignored Ma Teng.
Suddenly a voice sounded, "I know, today is October 23, Friday, and we will not have classes tomorrow." A little guy said.
"I'll give you a piece of meat later."
"Uncle Ma, is it true?"
"Really, wait a minute, I'm done.
The general meeting of the hospital was held on Friday, October 23, 1959.
After receiving the notice, resident Ma Teng came to the meeting with a bowl. The man in the courtyard smashed the tea vat angrily and said angrily that this was a meeting place in the courtyard, not a place to eat.
Okay, sir, let's continue. "
Ma Teng raised his head and looked at Yi Zhonghai sincerely.
"You, you, you... you are simply lawless." Yi Zhonghai was almost fuming. If he knew it was so difficult to deal with the stabbing, he would have had a meeting.
But as soon as Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, Ma Teng quickly wrote these words and Yi Zhonghai's expression into his notebook.
Then he raised his clear big eyes and looked at Yi Zhonghai, wanting him to continue, but Yi Zhonghai stopped talking and sat there huffing and puffing.
Liu Haizhong felt that his opportunity had come.
Suddenly stood up.
"Ma Teng, today's meeting is just for you."
"Oh, it was opened for me, what happened to me? Tell me, Comrade Yi Zhonghai, the second uncle of Courtyard 95." Ma Teng wrote without raising his head.
"Tell me, did you beat Mr. Jia Zhang yesterday? Tell me the truth?" Liu Haizhong slapped the table and shouted, full of momentum and his posture was just right. He must have practiced it.
Because Ma Teng has seen this posture in movies. Comrades interrogate spies in this posture. One hand pinches the waist and the other hand hits the table. It looks very powerful when performed by other actors.
But why is this fat winter melon so nondescript?
"I confess that I was the one who beat Jia Zhang."
"You... uh, you admitted it?" Liu Haizhong's preparedness suddenly lost its momentum. He thought Ma Teng would not admit it. This posture had to be corrected by his wife many times at home before it became decent.
"Yes, I beat him. Why can't he admit it?" Ma Teng lowered his head, scratched his pen, and wrote down the record completely.
Raising his head gave Liu Haizhong a hint, should you continue? Why did it stop?
"Ahem, Comrade Xiaoma, you hit Jia Zhang and you admitted it. Let's talk about how to compensate. This is the examination done yesterday, medical expenses, and medicine expenses. The total cost is 17.8 yuan." Yi Zhonghai stopped yelling. He knew that if he didn't say it right and let this kid record it in the notebook and really give it to Director Wang, he would definitely shed a layer of skin.
"Oh? Really? Since I was the one who hit me, I must pay for it. When the Qing coalition forces entered the city, didn't they also lose a lot of money when they left? Compensation, we people could afford to pay for it back then. Now, we can afford to pay more, tell me, how much does it cost? Should we follow the fascist approach and ask me to cede land to compensate for a house or something?" Not counting what Ma Teng said, it was recorded word for word. Come down.
"What nonsense? How come the affairs of our compound involve fascists? Don't talk nonsense."
"Oh? Talking nonsense? Why did I talk nonsense? It was also like this back then. The foreign powers bullied the Xia State, and the Xia State fought back, but was met with detailed indemnity payments and land ceding compensation from the great powers.
Same thing.
Tell me how much you want me to pay. "
After finishing writing, Ma Teng looked up at Yi Zhonghai and the others.
