If I had known it was so easy to catch a bamboo rat, why would I go to the Patriarch's Temple and suffer the punishment of that little brat? Although the old cat cursed a few times, it still went back with the easily caught bamboo rat in its mouth.
Smashing the bamboo rat in front of the little kid, the old cat raised its head proudly.
"Huh? Bamboo rat. This is good." The little Taoist priest threw the bamboo rat into the bamboo basket, picked up the heavy bamboo basket and walked back.
Dahuang happily ran ahead to lead the way. The old cat raised his head and waited for the little kid's praise, but there was no response for a long time. When he lowered his head, he saw that the people had already walked far away.
I knew it! The little brat is so bad!
roar!
A resentful roar came from the woods. The sound was so familiar! The old cat hurriedly chased after me. It was so heartless that it didn't even wait for me.
When Xiaodao arrived at home, he began to process today's harvest. The offal alone made Lao Mao and Dahuang full. Xiaodao processed all the last meat and turned it into bacon. The surface was golden and the pure meat aroma was
, makes people want to take a few bites. In fact, it is not impossible to eat it like this. Although the meat is not completely cooked, after being processed by the chef, you will definitely not have diarrhea after eating it.
Only one hare was left to eat by itself, and the little Taoist Master planned to take the rest to the school.
Early the next morning, the trail leader went down the mountain carrying a bamboo basket.
"Chang Xing, you got so many wild animals?" Xiao Dajiang was shocked when the trail leader brought a bamboo basket with cured game.
"It's all thanks to Dahuang," said the little Taoist priest.
"Well, that is indeed a good dog. It was raised like that by the fourth family. It's fine now." Xiao Dajiang said.
The Taoist leader wanted to leave a cured pheasant for Xiao Dajiang's family to eat, but Xiao Dajiang refused: "Now everyone is collecting things. People from the city came all the way from Qingshui to bring so many supplies to express condolences to our brigade. Our brigade
You can’t be stingy. We haven’t eaten less of the game these days. You can take them all to school.”
Luo Chunhua was very supportive: "Chang Xing, listen to your master. We can eat game anytime we want. People in the city rarely come here, and they are rare for this kind of game. You can just bring it over for them to try."
Xiao Hongxia looked at the cured game in the bamboo basket and was very greedy: "Mom, is the rabbit meat cooked?"
"Um."
"It should taste good, right?"
"Yeah. But that's for Teacher Ye and Principal Jin to send back to the city. The people in the city brought us so many supplies to express condolences, we can't let others go back empty-handed, right?" Luo Chunhua naturally knows her daughter's
idea.
Ji Xingmin lived in Zhou Maolin's house. Zhou Maolin's family killed chickens and ducks and treated him warmly, which moved Ji Xingmin very much.
"Secretary Zhou, you people from Xianji Bridge are so enthusiastic," Ji Xingmin said.
"Director Ji, if you stay here for two more days, I will try to get you some wild game from the mountains to eat. Our Xianji Bridge is located near a mountain, and there are a lot of wild animals in the mountains. Wild boars often come out of the mountains to destroy the food.
Everyone in our brigade is good at setting traps, and if you are lucky enough to trap a wild boar, you can have a great meal." Zhou Maolin said.
"Well, the production tasks in the factory are heavy now. I only took time out to come to Xianji Bridge. Now that the country is encountering difficulties, how can we, the working class, relax?" If it weren't for the fact that supplies were too tight, some workers would
Family life has become difficult, and it is impossible for Ji Xingmin to come to Xianji Bridge. This matter can be big or small. If you send someone casually, it will be troublesome if it is messed up. So Ji Xingmin went there in person.
One is for safety, and the other is to solve the problem of material shortage in the factory through this trip.
"In the future, we at Xianjiqiao will have to learn more from the big workers in the shoe factory. We will strive to produce more food and make more contributions." Zhou Maolin naturally meant that he could have more such mutual condolences with the shoe factory in the future.
Ji Xingmin was willing, but he was worried that the Xianjiqiao brigade was too small. How could such a large place supply hundreds of people to a shoe factory?
"There are hundreds of workers in our factory. I see that the folks in your Xianjiqiao brigade don't have much money." Ji Xingmin said worriedly.
"Director Ji, there is no need to worry. Our brigade has a lot of barren mountains and wasteland. If it is reclaimed, the cultivated land can be doubled. If all the food is planted, we can feed not only hundreds but thousands of people." Zhou Maolin.
said.
As Ji Xingmin and Zhou Maolin drank, they became good brothers who talked about everything. Their enthusiasm was even closer than that of real brothers.
The Taoist priest carried a basket of waxed game on his back and entered the new school. In front of the new school building, a lot of things were piled up. Zhou Fenglai, the accountant of the Xianji Bridge Brigade, registered all the things that came. The Taoist priest carried a basket of waxed game on his back and left.
past.
"Little Taoist Priest, it's not easy for you to live alone, so I don't want you to hand over anything." Zhou Fenglai said.
"Cadre Zhou, I caught a few hares and a few pheasants and asked me to smoke them all. These game meats should be very rare among city people," said the little Taoist priest.
"Yes, yes. People in the city do like this. It's just that Brother Maolin said that in a situation like yours, you don't need to pay for supplies." Zhou Fenglai said.
The little Taoist Master said quickly: "If I eat so much bacon every day, won't I feel like vomiting? Accountant Zhou, hurry up and register."
When Ji Xingmin returned, he filled a car full of various food supplies that were in short supply in the city. This condolence activity was quite effective.
The condolence supplies from the shoe factory were still piled in an empty classroom. As soon as the people from the shoe factory left, Zhou Maolin began to think about how to distribute these supplies.
"What's there to think about? Just follow the list of materials handed in. Convert them all into grain. Then distribute these materials according to the conversion results." Accountant Zhou believed that this batch of materials was originally obtained by everyone in exchange for materials.
Some people paid more and some paid less. If the distribution was equal, it would naturally be unfair. No one had any objections, so Zhou Maolin asked Zhou Feng to do the calculation.
What the little Taoist Master handed over was all meat, which means he handed over a lot of things in the entire Xianji Bridge. As a result, when the supplies were distributed, the Little Taoist Master got some supplies.
Although he came from a shoe factory, the supplies were not all shoes. Ji Xingmin found a way to exchange a batch of supplies with other fraternal units. There were white gauze vests from the clothing factory, towels, and fabrics. They were all supplies that were in short supply in the countryside.
The Taoist Priest was given a piece of cloth, but it was of no use. In the end, Luo Chunhua made a new set of clothes for the Taoist Priest.
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Time passed quickly, and at the beginning of spring the next day, two new teachers came to Xianjiqiao Primary School. One was named Yan Liguo and the other was named Tao Yong. They were both young people who had just graduated from high school.
