Early the next morning.
At dawn, Li Aiguo climbed out of bed.
In this era, my mouth is almost starting to fade away. I need to eat something good today.
He opened the plug of the coal stove and sat on the black iron pot. The light blue flames gently licked the black bottom of the pot.
After a while, green smoke came out of the iron pot.
Pick up the oil can and pour some sanitary oil on it.
After the oil is hot, crack off an egg and pour it into it.
Along with a sizzling sound, the rich aroma of eggs suddenly filled the air.
When the eggs turn bright yellow, Li Aiguo shovels out the eggs, puts the cut steamed bun slices into the iron pot, and sprinkles some salt.
Then put the scrambled eggs in, and a large plate of steaming steamed buns with scrambled eggs is ready.
At this time, all the oil at the bottom of the pot has been absorbed by the steamed buns, leaving it clean and without any waste.
Pick up a pair of chopsticks and put it in your mouth. The steamed buns are soft and the eggs are fragrant. The taste is simply amazing.
This is what Li Aiguo learned from a model with long legs and hairy hair when he was learning foreign languages in his previous life.
It's just that Mao Zimei used Dalieba, and Li Aiguo adapted to local conditions and replaced it with steamed bun slices.
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The rich scent of eggs slipped out through the crack in the door and instantly filled the entire compound.
People who have just woken up are all hungry at this time.
The alluring fragrance was like an iron hand, grabbing their intestines and twisting them into a ball.
Hiss...so hungry...
Next door is Xu Damao's house.
Xu Damao smelled the fragrance, looked at the stick noodle porridge in front of him, and said with a strange look, "What's so great? When I marry Lou Xiao'e, I will eat meat every day."
Xu Jixiang glared at Xu Damao: "Da Mao, you are about to go on a blind date with Lou Xiao'e. Please pay attention recently and don't mess around with those little girls. The Lou family may find someone to investigate you."
"Dad, don't worry, I, Damao, will be safe when doing things!"
Xu Damao was very proud.
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Yi Zhonghai's family.
"Li Aiguo has eaten eggs."
The aunt came in from outside and complained to Yi Zhonghai who was eating: "I didn't agree with you attacking Li Aiguo at the beginning, but now it's fine. You didn't get the house, but you folded the stupid column in."
"Who would have thought that someone who was already dying could survive."
While drinking stick noodle porridge, Yi Zhonghai asked: "Si Zhu hasn't been put back yet. Is the deaf old lady not paying attention? Or is it something?"
"Si Zhu is just like the deaf old lady's grandson, the old lady is sure!"
The aunt sat on the chair and frowned:
"The deaf old lady went to the sub-district office and the police station. There was no problem at the sub-district office. The police station heard that Li Aiguo was the son of a railway worker and wanted to do some research."
She asked worriedly: "Tell me, how many years will Silly Zhu be sentenced?"
"That's not possible! The deaf old lady is very capable. She can definitely rescue Silly Zhu." Yi Zhonghai was very confident.
Not long after the steel rolling mill became a public-private partnership, many old people still occupied leadership positions, and the deaf old lady had a close relationship with these people.
Yi Zhonghai was promoted to level 7 fitter last year. Because his skills were not up to par, it was the deaf old lady who stepped forward and took the route.
When the aunt heard what Yi Zhonghai said, she stopped saying anything.
It's just that she felt that this matter would not be good.
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Jia family.
Jia Xudong sniffed, and the white-flour steamed bun in his mouth suddenly lost its aroma.
"Mom, I want to eat eggs too."
"Ask your wife to go back to her parents' house to get it." Mrs. Jia Zhang pursed her lips and glared at Qin Huairu.
In this era, no production teams or communes were established in rural areas, only temporary mutual aid groups.
Temporary mutual aid groups are formed to solve the difficulties of insufficient labor, animal power, and agricultural tools in agricultural production. Several households of farmers temporarily organize themselves to exchange work and help each other during the busy farming season.
After the busy farming season, we will disband.
Farmers have private land, livestock and fruit trees. If they do not sell them on the market, it does not constitute a violation of the monopoly on purchasing and marketing, and it does not constitute speculation.
It's just that in these days, people's stomachs are not full, let alone raising livestock.
The few old hens left in the Qin family had already entered Jia Zhang's belly, and there were no eggs anywhere.
At this moment, Qin Huairu had just gotten married and didn't have the courage to talk to Jia Zhang, so she could only smile awkwardly.
Jia Zhang is also aware of the situation of the Qin family. The reason why she said that just now is to let Qin Huairu understand her identity.
A little girl from the countryside should be respectful to her parents-in-law.
Seeing Qin Huairu lowering her head and saying nothing, Jia Zhang also lost interest in continuing to scold and brought the topic to Li Aiguo.
"Dongxu, after dinner, you will go to the street office to report Li Aiguo. The money he spent to buy eggs must have come from improper sources."
"Yes, yes, yes, Li Aiguo bought eggs and didn't give a few pounds to our Jia family first. This kid should be punished." Jia Dongxu looked vicious: "Let the comrades from the street office arrest him."
"Sentence him to ten or eight years, and he will be a bachelor for the rest of his life!" Jia Zhang was so excited that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.
The room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
At this time, a voice came from the side, and the laughter suddenly stopped.
Qin Huairu said timidly: "What reason should we use to report Li Aiguo? The money he spent on buying eggs should belong to our family."
Jia Zhangshi: .....
Jia Dongxu: .....
After a moment of silence, Mrs. Jia Zhang stood up holding the table and walked into the house.
"My heart seems to hurt a little. I have to lie down for a while. Huai Ru, please remember to wash the dishes and chopsticks later, sweep the floor, and wash the dirty clothes you changed yesterday."
Looking at the pile of dirty clothes in the basin, Qin Huairu wanted to cry but had no tears.
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Yan family.
The Yan family sat in front of the square table.
There is a bowl of stick noodle porridge placed in front of everyone. There is a plate in the middle of the table with a salted egg on it.
Yan Jiecheng glanced at the salted eggs, squinted, and then took two big mouthfuls of stick noodle porridge.
Just after taking a sip, he raised his head again, wanting to take another look at the salted eggs.
But he was stopped by Yan Bugui: "Jie Cheng, according to our family's rules, you can only look at me five times during a meal. You have exceeded the number."
"Dad is right, I'm counting too, my brother committed a foul." Yan Jiefang, the class cadre, raised his hand.
"Dad, if I had looked twice more, could I still have missed the eggs?" Yan Jiecheng wanted to cry but had no tears.
"That's hard to say!" Yan Bugui said with a straight face, "We'll find out tomorrow when we eat eggs."
When they heard about eating eggs, Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiedi became interested and came to Yan Bugui.
Even the third aunt put down her chopsticks.
Only Yan Jiefang, the class cadre, still sat at the table in an orderly manner.
"We have been looking at this egg for more than half a year, but we never thought we would get it one day." The third aunt burst into tears.
"Of course, do you think I'm that stingy?"
Yan Bugui turned around and said, "Old lady, look for a needle today."
"Needle?"
"Yes, we insert the tip of a needle into the egg every time and lick the needle, so that the egg will be enough for another half a year." The small eyes in Yanbu's expensive tortoise shell frames blinked.
Third aunt: ....
Yan Jiecheng: ....
Yan Jiedi: ....
Yan Jiefang: Hiccup...
The few of them were silent for a moment and then felt relieved.
Being able to lick the needle is better than staring at it, and at least you can taste the egg.
Contented.
At this moment, Yan Bugui's face changed drastically and he exclaimed: "Children, it smells like eggs. Everyone, squat down to the door and take a big breath."
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