When the medical team goes to the countryside, every time they go to a village, the village will provide them with a lunch.
Yushu Village is no exception. Yu Manshan had people prepare lunch early in the morning.
However, the lunch he prepared was incomparable to that of the medical team.
I originally thought about killing the thirty-kilogram pig in the village to entertain the guests, but in the end I was reluctant to do so.
This time the meals were collected from each household.
Lunch is served with steamed buns and a few seasonal vegetables.
"It's not a big deal to cook meat like this."
"I'll go find you some onions, ginger, garlic, and some star anise."
Although Yu Manshan doesn't know how to cook, he still knows what ingredients are needed to cook meat.
"Thank you then."
Ma Juzi was worried about not being able to find the materials, when Secretary Yu took the initiative to put them forward.
After a while, Yu Manshan came over carrying a fence.
Inside are processed onions, ginger, garlic and star anise.
These materials didn't take much trouble and were brought directly from the canteen, where lunch was also being prepared.
Ma Juzi poured the ingredients into the pot, and then used a spoon to scoop out the minced meat on top.
After a while, the meat in the pot began to smell fragrant, and the smell of the meat could be smelled all under the elm trees.
The fellow doctors all looked back at Ma Juzi, with hope flashing in their eyes, their Adam's apple twitching, and they kept swallowing.
"If you don't take good care of the doctor, why are you looking around?" Yu Manshan scolded.
He felt that the villagers in his village were so embarrassed. They stared at the meat in the pot and wanted to hook the meat into their eyes.
"Yu Party Secretary, aren't you just watching people cooking meat? Don't you want to eat it?"
Someone in the crowd made a joke.
"That's right, I'm old enough to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail in normal times. What's the point of pretending to be a wolf now?"
"Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps. Can't we hear this?"
From time to time, sarcasm came from the crowd queuing up to see a doctor, making Yu Manshan's face turn red with embarrassment.
"I see that all of you have 'pink eye'. If you don't want to see a doctor, just go home. Don't waste medical resources here."
When Yu Manshan saw someone contradicting him in public, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He took off his cloth shoes and chased the people who were joking.
The fellow villagers were not afraid of him and circled the crowd several times until he was too tired to chase him.
At this moment, it's time for lunch.
Instead of decreasing, the number of people seeing a doctor is increasing.
Most of them are not here to see a doctor, some are here for the smell of meat.
Those people didn't line up to see a doctor, they just squatted not far away and watched Ma Juzi stew meat.
After the meat is stewed, the next step is to fry it.
There is a bag of white sugar in the car, which is specially used for making braised pork.
Ma Juzi skillfully handled the cooked meat and then stir-fried it in another pot.
He first put some oil, and then poured a packet of sugar directly into the pot.
This scene made everyone's eyes twitch.
City people know how to enjoy it. If such a bag of sugar is left in their home, it will last at least three years.
Usually they are reluctant to drink it, but only when distinguished guests come, they are willing to put a spoonful in it.
Ma Juzi kneaded the empty sugar packet a few times and threw it on the ground. Immediately, five or six children rushed towards it.
"Mine, I grabbed it first."
"Obviously I grabbed it first."
Several children were fighting for the empty bag, and two of them couldn't stop fighting, grabbing each other's collars and wrestling with each other.
The adults nearby were not surprised by this and seemed to have long been accustomed to it. They were watching the excitement and yelling at them to start a fight.
The two children were not stupid and they tore the bag in half in front of everyone, one half for each of them.
Then he hid aside, held his head high, and poured the candy in the bag into his mouth.
This scene made several other children's eyes light up and they kept shouting,
"Monkey boy, give me a lick."
"Sanhuozi, you are so ungrateful. I will never play with you again."
Not to mention that the children were greedy, even the adults squatting nearby and watching the fun also had their eyes shining, staring at the candy bags in the hands of the two children.
Yu Manshan put his hands behind his back and looked at the scene of the children fighting for each other. He sighed and turned around and left.
Yang Jun, who was sitting in the car, watched all this with a calm expression.
It's not that his conscience is gone, but that he has become numb.
Situations like this can be seen everywhere.
In an era when supplies are extremely scarce, no one dares to say that anyone is noble when faced with the test of food and clothing.
Ma Juzi worked very quickly, and the sugar quickly turned into sugar color. Then he poured the processed meat pieces into the pot and stir-fried until each piece of meat was coated with syrup.
After a while, a pot of red braised pork was ready.
He Dazhuang had already prepared the rice bowl, and as soon as the pot came out, he handed the bowl over.
Ma Juzi's craftsmanship is really good.
The braised pork is bright in color and shiny on the surface, making it appetizing at first sight.
Ma Juzi found a lunch box, filled a large bowl of braised pork, grabbed a pair of chopsticks and ran over.
"Brother, try it."
Yang Jun rolled his eyes at him and looked at the fellow villagers watching around him.
The burning heat in their eyes was like wild beasts that had been hungry for months.
He suspected that this kid was deliberately trying to bring hatred to him.
He took the lunch box and put it on the passenger seat, then said to Ma Juzi,
"Let them all eat."
"Okay, brother."
Ma Juzi ran over again.
After saying a few words to Yi Qiu Shui, Yi Qiu Shui stood up and invited everyone to eat.
Yu Manshan had already cooked dinner, and a long table was set up in the yard, filled with various vegetables, and there were several cages next to it, specially used to hold the steamed buns.
He Dazhuang directly brought the braised pork to the table and dug a big spoonful of braised pork into everyone's lunch box.
The pot of braised pork was full, weighing more than 20 kilograms. After each person divided a spoonful, there was still a lot left.
Yi Qiushui came over and said hello to Yang Jun, then went to the yard to eat.
Yang Jun couldn't get used to the sweetness of braised pork, so he closed his lunch box and walked towards the village.
When passing by the field, he found the girl sitting on the ground crying. She looked very sad, but she did not dare to cry loudly, as if she was afraid of something.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The back and forth aroused Yang Jun's curiosity.
When he was about to go over, the girl saw someone walking towards her and immediately got up from the ground and continued working.
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he decided not to disturb her.
Continue walking into the village and come to a mud house.
Knocked on the door.
"Who?"
A man's voice came from the yard.
After a while, the door opened.
"Who are you looking for?"
The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was dark-skinned, tall but thin, and his current hunchback was caused by years of fatigue. "Hello, brother, is your wife here?"
Yang Jun just saw the middle-aged woman with a miscarriage coming out of this courtyard, so he asked.
"Who are you? What are you doing with my wife?"
When the man heard this, he immediately looked at him warily.
"Brother, don't get me wrong."
Yang Jun opened the lunch box, revealing the red braised meat inside.
"I just saw that your wife had a miscarriage, and I wanted to give her something to eat to replenish her health."
It was okay if he didn't say it. When the man heard it, he immediately became excited.
He grabbed Yang Jun by the collar and shouted: "Who are you? Did you do it to my wife's miscarriage?"
Yang Jun has a black line on his forehead.
"Brother, it really wasn't me."
"I'm from the medical team. I happened to be passing by and found that your wife had a miscarriage, so I came here to take a look."
At this time, a figure stumbled over from the house.
"Master, stop it quickly, you have wronged me."
That figure was the woman she met before. She ran over, pulled her man away, and said,
"I really don't blame others for my miscarriage. At that time, this little brother even persuaded me to come and let me go home and rest."
"Really, you didn't lie to me?"
"Really, I didn't lie to you."
The man looked Yang Jun up and down, and then said.
"I'm sorry, comrade, I was impulsive just now."
After saying that, he bowed to Yang Jun.
This man is really tall, even half a head taller than Yang Jun when he bends over.
If he wasn't hunchbacked, he would be at least 1.9 meters tall.
"It's okay, it's okay, just let the misunderstanding be cleared up."
Yang Jun passed the lunch box forward and said: "The medical team is eating braised pork today, I will bring you some to try."
"This... why is this so embarrassing? You can keep it for yourself."
The man pushed the lunch box back.
Yang Jun felt that the force on the lunch box was not strong, and the man's eyes flashed with a trace of reluctance.
"I have eaten it. This is specially given to eldest sister. Please don't refuse it anymore."
The man glanced at the pale-faced wife beside him, then nodded and said,
"Then thank you, comrade. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness."
The man took the lunch box and handed it to his wife, and something crystal clear appeared in his eyes.
"Comrade, I haven't asked you how to address me yet?" the man asked.
"My name is Yang Jun, you can call me Lao Yang or Xiao Yang."
Yang Jun took the initiative and stretched out his hand.
When the man saw this, he rubbed his hands on his body in panic, and then shook hands with him.
"Hello Comrade Yang, my name is Sun Dashan, um... sit down at home."
When he finished speaking, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Sun Dashan's face.
"Then I'm sorry to bother you."
Yang Jun wanted to refuse, but he still wanted to know more about this family's situation, so he went in.
Sun Dashan's family only has three mud houses, which can only be counted as two and a half rooms in a strict sense.
Because half of the room on the west side collapsed and was converted into a kitchen.
Sun Dashan stood at the door of the main house and hesitated for a moment, then plunged in.
Just as Yang Jun was about to step in, he saw a panic sound coming from the room.
Looking up, I saw an earthen kang built in the middle of the main house, with five or six people lying on the kang.
When the people on the kang saw a stranger coming in, they immediately got into bed.
Yang Jun subconsciously exited the main room, but the moment he raised his eyes, he saw clearly the situation on the kang.
There were five or six children lying on the kang, both boys and girls. The eldest was ten years old, and the youngest was only two or three years old.
However, they all have one thing in common, that is, they are lying in bed with only their heads exposed.
Just at this moment.
Yang Jun's heart felt as if he had been pricked by a needle.
He didn't expect that Sun Dashan's family was so poor, and the children in the family didn't even have clothes to wear.
In fact, he should have thought of it earlier.
Many rural people are like Sun Dashan's family. Except for going to the fields to earn work points and wear clothes, everyone else is lying on the kang.
One is to reduce the wear and tear of clothes, and the other is to reduce physical exertion.
The food and clothing at home are all as big as the ones for the older ones. After all, they are still expected to go to the fields to earn work points.
"Brother Sun, just have a chat in the yard."
Yang Jun exited the main house and stood in the yard.
He tried to look away, but he couldn't help but peek.
I had only seen this situation in novels before, but I didn’t expect to see it with my own eyes today.
His heart was beating very fast at this moment, and a sense of guilt arose spontaneously, as if it was him who had caused Sun Dashan to live in such poverty.
"I'm sorry, Comrade Yang, look... this is not a good reception."
Sun Dashan smiled awkwardly and kept apologizing.
At this moment, his back was much stooped.
"It's okay, sit outside in the bright hall."
Sun Dashan brought two small benches and handed one to Yang Jun, and the two started chatting in the yard.
"Comrade Yang, you look like a cadre in the city. I wonder what your job is?"
"Brother Sun, don't call each other gay. It sounds awkward."
"If you don't mind, let's call ourselves brothers."
"I don't dare, I don't dare. You are a cadre and I am a member of the masses, so I don't dare to call each other randomly."
Sun Dashan waved his hands repeatedly and shrank back subconsciously, as if he wanted to keep a distance from him.
When Yang Jun saw this, he stopped forcing him.
He knows that this class concept has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts and cannot be changed in a short time.
"Brother Sun, I work in a steel rolling mill. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me."
"You also work in the steel rolling mill?"
Sun Dashan slapped his thigh and said loudly: "What a coincidence. Our Party Secretary Yu's son works in your factory. Maybe you guys know each other."
Yang Jun smiled when he heard this.
There were only a few dozen cadres in the factory, and he knew all of them, but none of them had the surname Yu.
And the son of Yu Manshan that Sun Dashan mentioned was probably an ordinary employee.
"Really? That's such a coincidence."
"I heard that the boy from the party secretary works as a welder in the third workshop, and his monthly salary is more than 20, and he can't spend it all."
Sun Dashan boasted with joy, as if he was the one earning more than 20 wages a month.
It can be seen from his expression that Sun Dashan yearns for that kind of life very much.
"That's right, that's right. Twenty-seven and a half yuan for a first-class welder is enough for a family." Yang Jun said.
"That's right, it's twenty-seven and a half yuan. That guy sends fifteen yuan home every month. It's very beautiful."
