The crooked-necked old locust tree at the head of the village in Nantai Commune has bare branches and is shivering in the biting cold wind.
Under the big tree, three or four members wearing ragged cotton-padded jackets covered their eyes with their hands and looked into the distance.
There was silence in the distance, with only the old bird flying in the cold wind. The members' faces looked a little disappointed.
Cui Shanmin, the accountant of the commune, gathered up his cotton-padded jacket and walked next to Cui Shanhe, the director of the commune.
"Director, most of the grain in autumn has been destroyed by hail. Every family has no grain. Even the wild persimmons behind the mountains have been picked up by those women. What will happen in the future!"
"Mountain people, your ideological consciousness is not very good. Didn't the steel rolling mill allocate food? When the food arrives, our commune will be able to survive the winter, and life will eventually get better."
Cui Shanhe banged the pipe pot loudly and felt a little anxious. His house was shut down at noon.
However, as the commune party secretary, he knew that during the critical period, he must not show his uneasiness.
"Brother Shanhe, I'm in a hurry. We've been waiting here for four or five days, and we haven't even seen a ghost."
Cui Shanmin curled his lips and said, "Who knows if the people in the city have forgotten us. If we continue like this, I think even the pig raised in our commune will have to be stewed."
Cui Shanhe Niu's eyes widened, and his face was so dark that he could drip ink: "Mountain people, don't think that I don't know your little thoughts. Seven or eight years ago, our commune lost a cow. Is it your nephew Cui Dakegan?"
Yes? This big fat pig is going to be given to a machinery factory. We still expect people to help us repair farm machinery. If you dare to think wrong, be careful I slap you!"
Cui Shanhe was the director of Nantai Commune, and during the war he led the villagers to deliver food to the soldiers.
His leg was hit by a bullet while crossing the battlefield and became lame. He was very prestigious in the Nantai Commune.
Under the angry rebuke, Cui Shanmin was also a little scared. He shrank his neck and said: "God is not looking good on us these days. It rained heavily for seven or eight days in a row a few days ago. It seems that there may be another heavy rain. Transporting grain
If the car doesn't come, we'll probably have to wait another four or five days."
Cui Shanhe hit the pot of his pipe with a fire sickle, took a deep breath, and his turbid eyes flashed with light: "Can a living person choke to death? It's not like we haven't eaten tree bark. There are a few on the barren slope behind the village.
We will organize the women in the village to cut off the bark of ten elm trees, send them to the oil mill, grind them into fine flour, mix them with bran bark and grass powder, knead them into steamed buns, steam them in a pot, and it will last for a while."
Cui Shanmin played with the crap in his hand and said nothing.
Elm noodles can help you survive, but after eating them, you will get bloated and get angry, and you will not be able to pass stool.
He never wanted to eat it again in his life.
It seems that we still have to find Cui Dake to find a way. That boy has many clever ideas and he will definitely be able to get food.
"Oh, waiting in vain again, everyone should go home and drink water!"
After waiting all morning, no comrades came from the city to deliver food, so the members got up one after another.
At this time, a crisp trumpet sound came from the distance.
The members all stopped and looked into the distance.
When they saw a green truck head appearing on the road, they immediately cheered.
"Ouch~~~The comrade delivering food is here!"
Of course, Li Weidong, who was sitting in the truck, also saw the members, and he slowly stepped on the brakes.
"Folks, is this Nanshi Commune?"
"Hello comrade, I am Cui Shanhe, director of Nanshi Commune. Are you delivering food from the steel rolling mill?"
Cui Shanhe stood on tiptoe and looked into the front of the car. There were sacks filled with at least ten tons of grain.
His mood suddenly relaxed. With this food, Nanshi Commune can have a good year.
"Come on, I'll lead the way for you. Let's drive the car to the commune warehouse."
Cui Shanhe took out a crumpled cigarette case from the inner pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Li Weidong.
Then he hurriedly led the way.
He did not forget to tell Cui Shanmin: "Quick, ring the big bell and ask every household to come to the commune warehouse to receive food."
The dull sound of "ding-dang-dang-dang" cut through the cold winter, and the whole commune suddenly became excited.
People came out of the cramped adobe houses, carrying cloth bags, baskets and dustpans in their hands, and gathered into a long queue, rushing towards the warehouse.
Cui Shanhe had already asked people to set up a pole to lift the scale at the entrance of the warehouse. Cui Shanmin, the only literate person in the village, was responsible for distributing food.
"Everyone, please don't squeeze in. Every household has a share, based on head count!"
Most of the commune members lined up neatly.
However, Li Weidong saw a commune member wearing a black cotton-padded jacket walking through the crowd.
He has a square head, big ears and slender eyebrows, and is not tall. He looks no different from other honest and friendly members of the commune.
But he was teasing a few female members, and unknowingly got to the front of the line.
Li Weidong took a closer look and was stunned.
Isn’t this guy Cui Dake!
It seems that the plot line of "People Are Iron, Food Is Steel" has not started yet, and this guy has not gone to the machine factory yet.
In the original work, Cui Dake is a character comparable to Xu Damao.
No, he is not as good as Xu Damao.
Although Xu Damao also played with girls and had sex with his aunt, he was really paid and never forced. It was a matter of your own free will.
If he hadn't betrayed the Lou family later on, Xu Damao wouldn't be considered a bad guy.
Cui Dake was different. In order to stay in the machinery factory, he got drunk and raped doctor Ding Qiunan.
In this era, losing one's virginity is the most humiliating suffering for a woman, which means she has to endure the looks of her relatives, friends, and neighbors.
Cui Dake is a guy with pus on his soles.
Niu Meng next to her saw Li Weidong frowning and asked with concern: "Master, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
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"No, I just met an old acquaintance and thought of some interesting things."
"Old acquaintance?"
Niu Meng was a little suspicious. The master really had many friends, and he could meet acquaintances in a mountain village more than two hundred miles away from the capital.
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Cui Shanhe felt relieved when he saw that the members had begun to receive food.
He told Cui Shanmin a few words and then came to Li Weidong.
"Comrade driver, come to the commune to rest for a while. It's almost noon now. I'll ask my mother-in-law to make you two bowls of pimple soup to relieve your stomach."
Li Weidong didn't refuse either.
In addition to delivering food, his task is to ensure that the food is distributed to every member.
There are thousands of people in Nanshi Commune, and it will probably only take half an hour to finish dividing the food.
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The so-called gnocchi is a soup made from gnocchi, which is thicker than porridge. It is considered a delicacy for entertaining guests in Nanshi Commune.
I don’t know where Mrs. Cui got the green onions. The thin oily flowers are floating, and the light green leaves are spread underneath. The soup is clear and fragrant!
Li Weidong had been busy all morning, and his stomach was already growling.
Blow out the hot air, hold a bowl in your hand, and pat it along the edge of the bowl, quickly finishing a whole bowl of pimple soup.
Even a little bit of porridge water flowing out from the edge of the bowl was quietly scraped up and quickly sipped into his mouth.
We are the driver, how can we imitate Niu Meng, who is so worthless and licks the bowl!
With the food in his stomach and his body feeling warm, Li Weidong stood up unsteadily and prepared to take a look at the distribution of food.
"Zhang Ning", the dilapidated house door was pushed open from the outside, and a commune member ran in holding a cigarette.
"Comrade Li Weidong, my name is Cui Dake, Cui is..." This chapter has been completed!
