Secretly put the remaining two cages of steaming buns into the secret space. It would be good to use them for breakfast or something later.
Early the next morning, Zhang Yu steamed rice. Yesterday when he was refining lard, he wanted to eat lard bibimbap, so he steamed a large pot of rice early this morning.
Put the hot rice just out of the pot into a large bowl, then dig a hole in the middle of the rice and put a spoonful of the lard cooked yesterday. Overnight, the lard has turned into a milky white solid.
Pour on a small spoonful of soy sauce, add some chopped oil residue, and sprinkle with some chopped green onion.
Soon, the lard gradually melted in the heat of the rice, and the soy sauce blended into the rice. Stir evenly. Every grain of white rice wrapped in lard and soy sauce was mixed with chopped oil residue, giving it an attractive color.
I couldn't wait to take a big bite and chewed slowly. Although it was just simple lard and soy sauce, it felt extremely sweet.
As he continued to eat, his eldest cousin came over smelling the aroma and said, "Xiaoyu, what are you eating?"
"Lard is mixed with rice. The rice is in the pot. If you want to eat it, hurry up and put it in it." Ever since Zhang Yu started cooking, several cousins would come to eat from time to time.
My sister-in-law is in charge of the finances at home, so she lives a relatively frugal life. Her cousins all have their salaries, and apart from paying part of their living expenses, they all keep it for themselves. So I often buy some things, cook them at his place, and leave some for him.
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Make the food and then bring it home, chop it first and then serve it, so you don't have to worry. My sister-in-law will store the bought things and save them for the holidays.
When Zhao Feng heard this, he didn't care. He took out the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen cabinet and filled a bowl of rice.
"Hey, Xiaoyu, your cooking is much better than my mother's." Zhao Feng took a big mouthful and turned to say.
"I think it's not my cooking that tastes good, but the rice and lard that tastes good, right?" Zhang Yubai glared at him.
Zhao Feng just smiled, said nothing, and kept grabbing the rice.
After eating, I checked the time. It was already 7:30, half an hour before going to work at 8 o'clock.
He didn't even have time to put away the bowl, so he put it on the table, put away his clothes, turned to his eldest cousin and said, "Brother, I'm too late to go to work. You can help me put away my things later, and just lock the door."
Zhao Feng continued to work hard and waved his hand: "Leave it to me."
He rushed to the logistics department in a hurry and took over this week's tasks. After all, he had not been working for long, so he could only take over a week's work at a time.
Initially, it was said that he would be allowed to sit in the office first, but it would not be good for him to maintain the relationship with Uncle Wang, and it would be bad for people to talk about Uncle Wang's selfishness.
Therefore, after learning almost enough, Zhang Yu took the initiative to apply for purchasing.
The job content is to purchase food, and a minimum goal is given. Of course, the more purchased, the better.
Even though I thought it would be difficult for him to reach his goal and it was unlikely that he would exceed it, we still issued him an extra purchase order.
According to the place written on the list, I went to the slaughterhouse. After entering, I handed the list to the director of the slaughterhouse.
After getting the pork smoothly, we went to the sugar factory and the soy sauce factory, and walked around in turn.
During this process, Zhang Yu tried to collect as much product information as possible.
Although he is not familiar with these commodity price information, he will seriously learn from others what he does not know.
After looking at the purchasing tasks, only vegetables were left. I thought this was the best item to purchase, but I didn’t expect that something went wrong in this item.
Maybe he missed the time and there were not so many vegetables in the vegetable market.
Logically speaking, every day's vegetables will be sent to the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill in the morning, and this batch of vegetables is a subsidy at the factory's own expense.
Including pork, these are all purchased by the factory as subsidies for workers who work overtime this week.
Seeing the not-so-fresh vegetables left here, he simply went to the last purchasing brigade. It had been many days since the last time, and the new batch of vegetables and eggs should be about the same.
When I went to Zhang Yu to buy vegetables, I happened to encounter a pig being slaughtered in the village. One pig broke its leg while jumping over the wall to escape. The leg injury has not healed well, and I don't eat much. It is about to fall off the scale.
So the village decided to sell it. Now that it happened, it would not be missed.
The production team I went to this time was located near Beijing and had a large number of people, so the team actually had a telephone.
Immediately borrowed a phone and dialed the number of the Logistics Purchasing Department: "Hello, hello, this is Zhang Yu from the Logistics Department. Please call Director Wang of the Logistics Department."
After waiting for a while, the call came back.
"Hey, what's the matter with Xiaoyu?" Uncle Wang asked eagerly, fearing that something might happen to his comrade's child under his nose.
"Uncle Wang, I was purchasing downstairs today, and there happened to be an injured pig downstairs that I wanted to kill today. It hadn't been sent to the market yet, but I happened to bump into it. I just wanted to ask, does our factory need to purchase it?"
"If you want it, Xiaoyu, tell the team leader to keep it for our factory, and I will take someone there right away." As soon as he heard that there was pork, Director Wang, whose hair had turned gray due to procurement difficulties recently, immediately asked him to stay.
The captain was overjoyed when he heard that they all wanted it. After all, not many people in this dishonest village were willing to eat meat.
It cost money to buy pigs in the first place. Every spring, I catch piglets, not to eat them myself, but to sell them for money during the New Year.
But the grain that the farmer received in a year was not enough to eat, and the people were not full, so the pigs had nothing to eat. They mainly drank shabu-shabu water, sweet potato bran mixed with dried sweet potato leaves, peanut seedlings and the like.
In spring and summer, when pigweed is available, pigweed is mainly fed, so pigs grow very slowly.
After working so hard to feed her until the end of the year, she only gained over 120 kilograms. She was not willing to kill her during the New Year, and she only weighed 1,670 kilograms until now.
It was originally meant to be sold for money, but unexpectedly, the pig jumped through the hoop and escaped, even breaking its leg.
I went to the vet to see him and he said that the weather was too hot and the wounds were not healing well, and he had not been eating much recently, and he was starting to lose flesh.
The weather is hot this season, and we can’t keep them for long. I was worried when I met a buyer from a big factory and wanted them all at once.
Both sides got what they needed, and the transaction was very happy. The Red Star Steel Rolling Mill got the pork. Recently, the superiors notified them to work overtime. It just happened to be more oil and water subsidies so that the workers could have more energy.
As for the brigade, they got money by disposing of the pork, and also got a certificate from the steel factory. They can go to the factory to purchase some new farm tools, which will make it easier to do farm work in the future.
Along the way, Director Wang praised Zhang Yu again and again. He was worried that the daily supply of pork in the slaughterhouse had quotas.
The factory is always willing to subsidize workers and increase profits. In this year and age, no matter where in the factory he goes to find pork.
This pig can last at least a few days, giving him time to turn around.
"Xiaoyu, next time you have this opportunity, purchase it first and then call. The factory will definitely order it."
"Uncle Wang, you are lucky to have encountered this once!" Zhang Yu smiled bitterly, but this is also an opportunity. If he has extra pork in the future, he can buy some in the name of purchasing every two or three months.
Go and sell.
However, it shouldn’t be too much, just two or three times a year, and the amount must be controlled.
Selling in small quantities, in the name of purchasing, and selling to a collective, and with Uncle Wang as a guarantee, no one should investigate carefully.
However, when purchasing, you must find a good reason. It is best to let colleagues encounter the situation of purchasing by themselves twice.
When someone questions it, colleagues who have seen it will naturally explain it to them.
However, the amount should not be too large, so it is better to just leave it alone. It is better to take it out.
Furthermore, in the 1980s, supplies became abundant, so what couldn’t we buy?
Early that morning, before anyone woke up, there was chaos in the courtyard.
Several street workers rushed into the courtyard and soon announced a meeting.
The courtyard was in a mess, and everyone was pushing and shouting for a long time before all the residents of the courtyard arrived. After they arrived, they kept mumbling.
"What are you doing? It's so noisy early in the morning."
"I don't know. I was still cooking on the stove, and it got burnt in a while."
"Who isn't? I'm cooking and I have to go to work soon. I don't know when the meeting will be open. I'll be deducted for being late."
"That's right, if you have something to do, we can't talk about it at night."
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"Quiet! Quiet! Listen to me." It wasn't until the staff at the subdistrict office lost their temper that they stopped talking.
When the staff at the subdistrict office passed by, it turned out that someone had reported that many people in the courtyard were privately occupying state property.
To put it bluntly, because the floor height of the courtyard is relatively high, most of the homes in the courtyard that lacked rooms were partitioned off by a second floor. Some people were jealous and reported it to everyone.
"Who is this? We can't even repair our own house." The tall and imposing boss of the Feng family in the yard yelled: "If you let me know who it is, I will twist off his head and stuff it into his butt."
It's no wonder that the boss of the Feng family is angry. There are only two rooms in their family of seven, and they are all of marriageable age.
But without a house, how can a woman be willing to go on a blind date? Even if a woman is willing, where will she live after she gets married?
The children in his family are in trouble. To put it bluntly, the matchmakers avoid his house for fear of introducing them to a blind date.
Now I finally took advantage of this opportunity to divide the two houses into upper and lower floors. Just like Zhang Yu's upstairs, it is even smaller than his upstairs. There are five rooms separated and four rooms below, except for one.
The parents lived outside, and after the rest of the rooms were used as dining areas, the brothers shared a room each. When they grew up, this was the first time they had their own room.
Now that he has a house and a few people who are good-looking and tall, matchmakers come to his door and take the initiative to introduce him to blind dates.
"Everyone be quiet! We are not here to cause trouble this time. We are just here to check. What is the specific situation? Does the separated building meet the standards?" A young man from the subdistrict office subconsciously asked when he saw the seven brothers of the Feng family.
He took a few steps back.
I remembered that I was a street clerk, with so many people watching me, and I couldn't back away.
Only then did he gain the courage to encourage himself. There were so many people here, so it was impossible to come up and beat him. Besides, it was not his fault.
"We are here this time because someone reported you for embezzling state property. Is this true?"
"If there is no such thing, who is talking nonsense?" It was rare for the residents of the courtyard to say the same thing, even those who had not implemented partitions disagreed.
After all, just because they don’t need it now doesn’t mean they won’t need it when they have more children in the future.
After inspection by the staff of the subdistrict office and discussions with the leaders above, they agreed to the idea of adding a second floor.
However, the second floor added must pass street inspection and the building strength meets the requirements before it can continue to be lived in.
Although the matter passed afterwards, many residents of the courtyard discussed together: "Uncle Zhao, this matter cannot just be left like this."
"That's right, that's right, once this is started, whoever has something good in the future will have to report it?" Everyone agreed beside them.
After all, they sometimes buy some good things in the pigeon market. These are all tacit things, and no one will report them.
But this report is a bad start. If you think about eating something good in the future, someone will be watching from the dark.
I couldn't help but shudder. No, we can't let it go. We must find the person who reported it.
Then the residents of the courtyard started looking for the whistleblower, each with their own methods and channels.
Uncle Zhao and other stewards in the courtyard contacted their friends and apprentices and used official channels.
The middle group used their interpersonal relationships to contact their relatives everywhere to try to find that person.
And those young people who don't have jobs take advantage of their social status and ask their brothers everywhere.
And many women took advantage of their gossip and tried to grasp the key points from clues.
Anyway, everyone in the entire courtyard took action. Snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways.
Just like this, someone actually found some clues.
No, a gangster brother in the front yard hurried over from outside: "Brother Feng, I got some news from a brother from the street office. The night before, someone in the courtyard next door took a letter
Xin spent a long time sitting next to the subdistrict office."
"It's just that my brother doesn't hang out much in our neighborhood. I just saw him entering the courtyard next door when I went home. It was a bit dark, so I couldn't see the person's specific face. I just roughly knew that he was a young man wearing a uniform.
Blue clothes."
The boss of the Feng family patted him on the shoulder: "It doesn't matter, it's enough to have this little bit of news. With a little bit of news, you can grasp this nod, and then move on from one o'clock to one o'clock."
"Thanks to your brother this time, I will treat you to dinner another day."
Zheng Gouzi touched his head and smiled sheepishly: "Brother Feng, what are you talking about? Aren't the affairs in the courtyard also my business? When I came here, if the people in the courtyard hadn't given me a
If I don’t have food to eat, I’ll have buried it in the ground a long time ago.”
"Okay, it's the person in charge." Then he took him to find the aunts in the hospital. When he told the aunts about this clue, they immediately started chatting.
This one said: "There were a lot of people coming in and out of the courtyard next door last night, but not many of them were wearing blue clothes."
