This morning Xu Damao was sitting next to the fireplace with a cup of tea. It was very rare that he didn't go out and wander around.

He was thinking about what he had recently learned about the situation in those factories, and saw that there was no shortcut here.

After thinking about it for a while, Xu Damao took a deep breath.

To sum it up in two words, it is "no chance".

Take the towel factory, which is no longer able to pay wages. They would rather rely on designated loans approved by their leaders.

Even with the negligible local financial subsidies, this factory will never be sold.

This is not only a matter for the leaders, many workers below will not easily agree.

They cannot accept that they have changed from state employees to private employees because the gap is really too big.

Another way is to rely on being affiliated with a large factory, but this is unacceptable to Xu Damao.

In addition to paying a lot of "necessary" fees every year, you can't make your business too big.

It is not Xu Damao's fault to fetch water in a bamboo basket but to no avail, but a certain degree of wrangling is absolutely inevitable.

If you don't do it right, it will affect your own reputation, which is really a waste that outweighs the gains.

Xu Damao suddenly felt a little bored and decided to enjoy the special food nearby during this period.

When you can go hunting in the mountains, go and have fun for a few days, then withdraw your troops and go back to camp.

As for the house, just stay here. It will be a place to stay when you come over to play in the future.

Xu Damao read in front of the fireplace and played with the dog in the morning. At noon, he went out to eat a relatively luxurious dish of this era.

"Crisp white meat".

"Crisp white meat", also known as shredded white meat, uses pig fat as the raw material, passes through the lake, and is deep-fried.

Some are cooked using the wire drawing method, and some are made using the frosting method.

The dish Xu Damao ordered today is made from shredded meat. In this era when fat is the dominant meat, this dish is really luxurious.

When he was ordering, the waiter looked at him as if he were a prodigal son.

While eating, the guests around him looked at him and whispered, as if he had made some mistake.

Xu Damao ignored their looks, but although this dish was crispy and sweet, it was fat but not greasy.

But he would only eat it this time, because this famous dish made him feel like he was eating jelly beans sprinkled with soybean oil.

The next day at noon, Xu Damao ate a traditional dish from the three eastern provinces, "熘三肖".

It is made from three kinds of pig offal, fat intestine, pot belly and pig liver. It has a rich flavor, smooth and smooth taste.

On the third day, we ate "Shuangcai", which is also a special dish of the era.

Suhuangcai is also a shredded vegetable. The eggs are beaten, wet starch is added, spread into pancakes, then fried with a knife, and finally boiled in sugar and shredded.

On the fourth day, I tasted "Northeastern Cherry Meat". The Northeastern cherry meat is made from pig shank cut into cubes.

After being hung in the lake, it is fried and then simmered in tomato sauce. It looks like a cherry and tastes sour and sweet and appetizing.

On the fifth day, after wandering around for a long time, he didn't get the food he wanted, so he had to take a casual bite.

On the sixth day, he went to several restaurants, and finally one agreed to cook him that dish.

"Snowy bean paste" is one of the famous dishes served at the imperial banquet of the Puppet Dynasty.

Form the bean paste into a ball, wrap it in the beaten egg white, fry until the skin is slightly brown, take it out, and sprinkle with sugar.

It seems quite simple, but it is the dish that chefs are most afraid of ordering nowadays.

Because it needs to beat the egg whites, and beat the egg whites until the tachyons can stand in the middle without falling over.

There was no egg beater at this time, so you had to rely on a pair of whisks to beat the egg whites, and you couldn't stop in the middle. In the end, you would get cramps in your hands.

This dish was made by Xu Damao after he visited many restaurants before he found someone willing to cook it.

(The above dishes are special period dishes from the three northeastern provinces and are rarely sold in restaurants now.)

Xu Damao has been busy looking for current special dishes these days, and the daily correspondence between Zhou Rong and her elder brother has also fallen into each other's hands.

Zhou Rong, who chose to stay in Sijiucheng for graduate school after graduating from university, was surprised when she received the letter from her eldest brother.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Bingkun could meet Teacher Xu and get help from him.

If we talk about the original Zhou Rong, she was interested in love poems and short poems, even to the point of worshiping them.

She now understands that those things can only be counted as bonus points and will not help you at any point in your life.

She has long lost the pride she felt from the inside out when she watched Feng Huacheng reading poems to everyone in the school auditorium.

What I have now is just the irritability of my current life and my confusion about my future work.

Teacher Xu is different. Not to mention, his current position is prohibitively high.

Just being a Red G artist means that he will receive enough respect wherever he goes.

At this time, Feng Huacheng, who had just joined the library, came home from get off work and announced loudly as soon as he entered the door.

"I have signed up for the poetry contest. I am confident that I can win the championship. If I can win this time."

"Not only will I be assigned a house smoothly, but my position may also be promoted."

Zhou Rong said a little absent-mindedly: "Really? Then you must practice more."

"Huacheng, I've been missing Yueyue a little bit these days and want to go back to Jichun to see her."

Feng Huacheng: "If we can successfully get a house this time, we can take Yueyue over to live there."

Zhou Rong: "I'll just go home and take a look. I'll definitely come back to cheer you on before your poetry contest."

The next day, Zhou Rong asked for leave and got on the train bound for Jichun City.

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Xu Damao came back from looking for snacks on the street at noon today and filled the fireplace with firewood.

After making a cup of tea, I threw myself on the sofa next to the fireplace.

I picked up the pager that was still at home and saw several new pages on it.

It turned out to be a local number. Xu Damao picked up the phone and called back.

"Wai, who called just now?"

A burst of sweet laughter immediately came from the other end of the phone. The voice was very familiar. Before Xu Damao could remember who it was, the other person spoke.

"You little heartless boy, I'm here to find you in Jichun. Tell them your address quickly and I'll warm your bed tonight."

It's the sound of spring flowers on one's shoulders.

Xu Damao: "Why did you come here?"

Mu Chunhua: "To expand the market, originally Jichun City had to be pushed further back."

"But because they missed you, they put it first. You won't be angry, right?"

Xu Damao told Mu Chunhua the address, but before he arrived half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

She was the only one outside the door, and Mu Chunhua dressed herself like a ball, making her face look even smaller.
Chapter completed!