Chapter 164 District Committee Certificate of Commendation
At the district committee meeting.
Under the watchful eyes of more than two hundred people, Li Donglai recounted his thoughts on supply and marketing cooperatives and public-private joint venture stores in his daily life.
The focus is naturally on the attitude of the salespersons and waiters.
All the leaders and public managers of public-private joint ventures nodded frequently when they heard this.
Especially when they heard that the common people had strong opinions on this, they all took it seriously.
He said that he would formulate rules and regulations as soon as possible and strengthen employee education to prevent similar things from happening.
Under the stage, Director Wang from the Siheyuan Street Office looked at Li Donglai, who was speaking eloquently, and his eyes shone.
Li Donglai's last tutoring class made the Siheyuan Street Office show his face harshly in front of the district leaders.
This time, the director of the Zhengyangmen Sub-district Office was so angry that he had to make a personal review.
What a talent.
It seems that we need to build a good relationship in the future.
Li Donglai finished his speech.
District leaders spoke one by one.
Ask to go to public-private joint venture stores to raise awareness and keep the people in mind.
Finally, the public manager of the company's joint-venture store also stood up and made guarantees one by one.
The meeting lasted until after seven o'clock in the evening.
Li Donglai originally thought that the district committee was in charge of food, but who knew that everyone left the meeting room and went straight to the bicycle parking lot.
Come on, we don’t even have conference meals these days.
Let's go home and fry some eggs.
Anyway, there are still five or six eggs left by Xu Damao last time.
In the dog days of summer, eggs can easily go bad.
However, after working hard all afternoon, it was not without rewards.
Li Donglai took out a certificate of merit from his arms. Under the bright moonlight, he could clearly see the large printed characters on it: "Comrade Li Donglai, because you have played an active role in mass work, you are specially rated as an advanced mass worker.
This certificate is specially issued as a reward. It is signed by the Beijing District Committee."
The big gilded characters and the bright red flag gave Li Donglai a sense of accomplishment.
Even if it is a trivial thing, as long as it can make the world a better place, it is worth doing.
Salted fish also has ideals.
Night shrouded the entire capital, and lights lit up one after another, dispelling the darkness.
Go back to the house and pull the light cord.
The dim light bulb made two beeps, flickered on and off twice, and then turned on.
Li Donglai opened the cupboard and counted it. There were 12 eggs in the cupboard.
He took out three eggs and brought an enamel bowl.
Bump the egg against the edge of the bowl, 'kacha', and a small crack will appear in the eggshell.
Gently open the egg yolk, the bright yellow egg yolk is mixed with the clear egg white, and slide into the white enamel bowl.
Beat three eggs in a row, pick up the kuaizi and stir them. The egg yolks and egg whites are completely mixed together, turning into a dark yellow viscous soup.
When I pulled out the coal stove, the flames suddenly burst out.
Sit on the black iron pot, take out the glass oil bottle from the cupboard, and pour a little soybean oil into it.
These days, residents with food allowances can receive cooking oil stamps from the street office every month.
The number of gas stamps is not determined by status, but depends on the type of work.
For example, Li Donglai, as a doctor, sits in the office all day long, and his monthly gas coupons are about the same as those of ordinary residents, and he can only receive 1 pound of soybean oil.
Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong are master fitters and have to do heavy physical work, earning at least 2 pounds per month.
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The flames licked the bottom of the pot, and blue smoke gradually emerged from the black iron pot.
Li Donglai hummed a little tune and poured the egg soup into the black iron pot.
Sizzle.
The hot oil boils, little oil stars splash, and the room is suddenly filled with the unique fragrance of eggs.
Stir-fry twice, sprinkle with salt, Li Donglai plugged the coal stove plug, and took out a black steamed bun from the cupboard.
Cut in half with a knife and cut into thin slices.
Place the steamed bun slices in the black iron pot and open it after five minutes. The steamed bun slices are already heated through.
Take out two slices, pick up a large piece of fried egg, and place it in the middle of the steamed bun slices.
Take a bite.
The unique fragrance of eggs and the unique touch of black steamed bread spread throughout the body along the taste buds.
Mmm, delicious!
Being able to eat such delicious food in this era, Li Donglai was grateful for the improvement of his cooking skills.
After being hungry for more than two hours, Li Donglai finished the eggs and steamed bun slices in a few mouthfuls.
Finally, take the steamed bun slices and dip them in the oil at the bottom of the pot, without even brushing the pot.
He burped beautifully, fixed the door bars, and fell into a deep sleep.
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Outside the window, the bright moon streaked across the night sky.
As the night progressed, the lights gradually went out, and the earth returned to darkness.
Everything is silent.
The male cricket in the grass rubs its wings and makes a crisp chirp, showing off its majesty to the female.
The harsh sound of the "Zhenning" door shaft rubbing against the bluestone interrupted this primitive courtship ritual.
Xu Damao stuck his head out, looked left and right, and walked out cautiously.
He tiptoed, afraid of making any noise, and walked through the middle courtyard, the front yard, and out of the gate.
After Xu Damao's figure disappeared into the darkness, another figure appeared under the big locust tree.
With the dim light, you can see a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.
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In the early morning, the golden light spread all over the capital.
Yi Zhonghai opened the door and walked out, ready to run along the street. This was a habit he had developed over the years.
This way he can stay young forever.
At nearly fifty years old, he is still as powerful as a dragon or a tiger.
It's just that Yi Zhonghai is obviously not in good condition today.
He was out of breath after just two steps and yawned from time to time.
Okay, just go back and get some sleep.
Yan Bugui happened to meet him when he was emptying the toilet in the early morning. He stared at him for a long time and asked in a daze: "Lao Yi, did you steal from someone's house last night?"
"Ah, no." Yi Zhonghai was stunned for a moment and then understood.
He rubbed his face with both hands and hesitated: "I ran out of mosquito coils at home last night and forgot to buy them. I was bitten all night and didn't fall asleep until early morning."
"Really?" Yan Bugui glanced at him suspiciously, shook his head, and walked towards the toilet carrying the toilet.
This Lao Yi is completely trying to cover up, and he must be doing something shameful.
Who in the courtyard doesn't know that Auntie serves Yi Zhonghai like a wealthy landlord.
A brazier in winter, a mosquito coil in summer, how could such important things be forgotten?
Yi Zhonghai realized his mistake as soon as he said the words, but he couldn't change his words and could only walk home in silence.
As a moral model of the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai certainly cannot steal from others, nor is he bitten by mosquitoes.
He had trouble sleeping last night.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I dreamed that an investigation team was sent down from above to investigate Jia Xudong's injury.
As someone who protected Jia Xu, he was fired from public office.
He left the rolling mill in embarrassment amidst the laughter of the workers.
This is so damn scary.
Yi Zhonghai felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered and could only hope for a miracle.
Return home.
Auntie makes stick noodle porridge with a poached egg nestled in the porridge.
With just the pickled radish shreds, Yi Zhonghai finished the porridge in a few seconds.
Pick up a towel and wipe your mouth, getting ready to go to work.
"Old man, why are you so hungry after eating so little? Do you want to eat another steamed bun?" The aunt picked up the basket.
There are two large white steamed buns placed in the basket.
This kind of food, which is usually envied by others, has no appeal in Yi Zhonghai's eyes at the moment.
"No, the rolling mill needs to be re-adjusted today. As a master master, I have to keep an eye on it and make sure nothing happens again."
As Yi Zhonghai spoke, he opened the door and walked out.
As soon as I walked through the porch, I saw Si Zhu standing under the big locust tree in the central courtyard.
Silly Zhu had his back to the road, his hands on the tree trunk, staring into the distance.
