Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

The due date is getting closer, and Liu Zhen's body is getting heavier and heavier. Now Liu Zhen is sitting slumped, and it is a bit uncomfortable to sit upright. Nanyi pinches her legs as soon as she comes back from the outside.

After Liu Zhen moaned comfortably a few times, she said, "Do you know about the 3000 youth delegation from Japan?"

"I know, what's the matter?"

"You can speak Japanese, go sign up for volunteer service work."

"Comrade Liu Zhen, let professional people do professional things. Japanese is not my major, so let's not compete with those professionals for opportunities to perform. My major is farming. If there is a need to help farmers , tell me again."

"Come on, you are not interested in this, then I will tell you another news." Liu Zhen said mysteriously.

"what news?"

"The country has begun to pay attention to the work of changing the appearance of poor areas. It is necessary to further relax policies, reduce burdens, give preferential treatment, invigorate commodity circulation, speed up commodity turnover, and increase intellectual investment. Is this news useful to you?"

"This news is useful, but it doesn't make much difference if you don't mention it in advance. Poverty alleviation is a long-term job. There are still more than 200 million poor people in our country, and there are still 20 to 30 million poor people in cities. I want to change their backwardness at once. Appearance is impossible, you have to take your time."

When Nanyi said this, he paused and continued: "This is good news for the reclamation group, and the road to expansion can be smoother."

"Oh, change your leg." Liu Zhen twitched her leg and said, "How is the loan going?"

"It hasn't started yet. Don't you want to flatter me? I'll carve the beat well first, and then it will be in place when I shoot." Nanyi changed direction and pushed the other leg.

"Did you be a dog's leg in your previous life? This routine is very familiar."

"Don't talk about the previous life, I'm not bad at flattering you in this life." Nan Yi said exaggeratedly, and said against Liu Zhen's stomach: "My precious daughter, is what Dad said right?"

"Get up, son, Nanyi, let me tell you again, I have a son in my stomach." Liu Zhen shouted dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay, it's my son, my son." Nan Yi pressed Liu Zhen's struggling leg and said, "Okay, don't move, I will continue to press it for you, and tell you something else by the way."

"What's the matter?"

"Today, my dad asked me to borrow money. He is going to go abroad for inspection soon, but I didn't agree. Call him tomorrow when you are at work, talk to him, and then ask Zhiling to send 500 US dollars over there."

"Is 500 enough, do you want to give more?"

"It's almost there. Giving too much is not a good thing. He has a chance to go up recently, so he has to pay attention to the impact."

"Oh, I see. I'll call him as soon as I get to work tomorrow. Do you want to send some to Mom too? You can't favor one over another." Liu Zhen nodded and said.

"No, Mom is not short of money. There are not many days until the Mid-Autumn Festival. When you come back tomorrow, tell me how much I want to prepare for you. I will go to the pastry shop to place an order the day after tomorrow."

"Just what I want?"

"That's right, I'll take care of other relationships. Also, I still won't come back for dinner tomorrow. I'll go to your house, send some bottles of good wine to my father-in-law, and have a few drinks with him by the way."

"Huh? Come to my house? Don't you like to go to my house?"

"I don't like it. That's your house too. If you don't look at the monk's face, you have to look at your Buddha's face. As for your house, the money is in the hands of your elder brothers. I think, when I pass tomorrow, I will give it to your parents alone." The 2,000 yuan will be given separately and secretly."

"It's a little too much, 2000 for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and how much for the Chinese New Year?" Liu Zhen said with her eyebrows trembling.

"It's okay, we're not short of this little money. It's only 2000, and we'll decide how much we pay for the New Year."

"Well, it's up to you."

The stars moved, and the time soon came to the next day.

Liu Zhen had a whim and wanted to eat mixed tofu for breakfast, so Nan Yi had to buy a piece of tofu for her, sprinkle some soy sauce and serve it on the table.

"It's too bland, add more soy sauce." After taking a sip, Liu Zhen said.

"Forget about soy sauce. It's better to eat less for Sanda outside. I'd better sprinkle some salt on you. What kind of salt do you want?"

"Peach Blossom Salt." Liu Zhen said, and immediately denied it: "It's still the flower of salt, it's strange that the red color appears on the tofu."

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

Nanyi stood up and went to the kitchen.

Grab a salt jar from the spice rack, remove the lid, and grab a pinch of salt.

As soon as he picked it up, Nanyi felt something was wrong. When he rubbed his fingers, the salt on his hand felt different from normal salt, a little damp. So he picked up the salt jar of ordinary salt, opened the lid, and shook it. He could see that the table salt was obviously agglomerated, and he touched the wall of the jar, and it was wet.

Put the lid back on, put the salt jar back in place, Nan Yi walked out of the kitchen, and sprinkled salt flowers on the tofu.

"The salt tide is strong, it's going to rain heavily, remember to bring an umbrella with you when you go out these two days."

"Oh, it's okay, I don't have to go out these two days, why didn't you take out the salt jar, the living room has a bigger space, and the drying speed is faster."

"Wait until I wash the dishes before taking them out."

"Nanyi, it's strange to say that, why is the foreign salt so fine and not damp?"

"Thickness is a matter of craftsmanship. In order to save costs in our country, we just need to add more processes if we want fine salt. The reason why it won't return to moisture is because foreign table salt has an anti-caking agent, which is potassium ferrocyanide."

"Or is it because of cost?"

"The anti-caking agent may have some technical factors, but the main reason is the cost. Let me tell you, little comrade, our country has just solved the problem of food and clothing, and the people have just had enough to eat. You can't ask for good food right now."

Liu Zhen gave Nan Yi a white look, and spat: "When will I ask for it to be eaten? Your life is called fine, and you have to prepare several kinds of salt."

"Okay, don't talk to me, salt is the next step for Shennong Nanliang to enter."

"Isn't salt a controlled substance in many countries? How do you get in?"

"I haven't finished talking yet. What we want to enter is the luxury salt field, not ordinary salt. I have been laying out the field of high-end ingredients, and seasoning is one of them."

"Oh, what I said." Liu Zhen drank two mouthfuls of porridge and said: "The pork last night was really delicious. I think the lines are still snow patterns, unlike ordinary pork lines, which are parallel to each other. My mother said it smells delicious. , Let her take away the unfinished ones."

"Oh, then I'll ask someone to bring some more. Don't be addicted to it. This pork is still a rare commodity. The improvement of the pig breed has not been completed. There are not many pigs in total, and at most one can be killed."

"What kind of pig, it's so rare."

"The Hungarian Mangalitsa pig looks like a sheep and has curly hair. It is an endangered species. If you want to eat it openly, I really can't afford it."

"Forget it. You said it's so rare, so I won't eat it. It's strange that you brought me back some Jinhua two-headed black pork. The taste of the pork sold outside is very different. Some are delicious, and some are not."

"Normally, large-scale pig farming has begun in many places. There are already many large-scale pig farms with thousands of heads. The pigs in pig farms basically eat feed and are also fed with additives. The slaughter is fast and the economic benefits are good, but Pork tastes worse."

"Oh, Nanyi, should I also read some books on agriculture?"

"Forget it, your family's division of labor is finance, so you should read more books on finance. In the short term, our family's main source of income will be concentrated in finance and energy. If agriculture wants to see big returns, it will take a long time."

"Longer than high technology?"

"It's hard to say." Nan Yi shook his head.

...

After soaking in the Erhua Staff Club until two o'clock in the afternoon, Nan Yi hurried back to the old bungalow.

When Ge Cuizhu came to the capital yesterday, he actually brought an oil bottle with him—Zhou Guanbao from Zhoujia'ao Village. Ge Cuizhu didn't take him to the old bungalow yesterday, but asked Xia Nanyi for his opinion first.

Nanyi arranged to meet Zhou Guanbao at three o'clock today, at the old bungalow.

A head of messy hair with some natural curly hair, with pinches of dandruff floating in the greasy; the complexion on the face is dark and red, and it can be seen that it is often exposed to the sun and rain at ordinary times; Long and thick, with a trace of rebellion in the firm eyes;

The nose is concave, and the beard under the nose is in the shape of a figure-eight, thick and thick; the mouth is not big, the upper lip is thick, and the lines are like a "human" character; the lower lip is thin and short; the mouth is closed like a "亼" "Word, open it... Hey, that mouthful of yellow teeth.

Judging from the smoke and tea stains left on Zhou Guanbao's teeth, he could not smoke more than two and a half packs of cigarettes a day and drink no less than three mugs of strong tea.

Based on the analysis of facial features and the information provided by Ge Cuizhu, Nanyi speculated that Zhou Guanbao had a quick temper and was also a very domineering person. It is estimated that in Zhoujia'ao Village, he monopolized the power and was headstrong, and everyone had to listen to him.

Such a person, with good luck and a smooth road, can always be a model and advanced; but once a crisis occurs, the dragon will be trapped in the shallows, and the people will be betrayed at the slightest, and at the worst, they will be imprisoned.

"You are Accountant Nan, right? Hello, hello, I am Zhou Guanbao from Zhoujia'ao Village."

Nanyi stood at the door and observed quickly for a while. As soon as he lifted his foot and walked to the sofa, Zhou Guanbao jumped up from the sofa, stretched out both hands, and held his right hand without waiting for Nanyi to raise his hand , shaking vigorously up and down.

"Hello, Secretary Zhou, I'm Wenchangwei Nanyi."

Zhou Guanbao's palm was very rough, and Nan Yi's hand was so painful.

Nan Yi felt it. Zhou Guanbao had calluses on his tiger's mouth, cracks on his palm lines, and calluses on the first joint of his index finger, which was bulging like a broad bean.

"To grind out broad bean cocoons, the number of times the trigger should be pulled is indispensable, and the pull is very heavy. It should be a long-term shooting Type 56 light machine gun. Either it has been retired for a few years, or it is an old militia, or a combination of both."

Nan Yi turned around in his mind and said, "Secretary Zhou, please sit down. Let's sit down and talk about anything."

"Okay, sit down and talk, sit down and talk."

Bark!

Nan Yi had a bad feeling. Based on the analysis of Zhou Guanbao's character just now, it would make someone like him to put his posture so low. This...

Why does Nan Yi feel that he is going to be taken for a ride again?