I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 380 Where is the arranged tofu?
Song Wu suddenly figured it out, and this large-scale event was something Song Wu had never participated in or experienced before.

For several years since he came to this era, he has been mostly free on his own. It can be said that he has never really experienced or participated in the so-called tense collective sports atmosphere.

Thinking of this, he really wanted to express his warmest gratitude to Sun Yuying. I really have to thank her. Even though I tried to hide away, I still let her get involved in these troublesome things. Is this to prepare him to write a memoir in the future and collect materials from his personal experience of the times?
Regardless of how difficult the current objective conditions are, regardless of his opinions, he has now joined this event. It is the first time in several years that he has felt the pulse of the times. It’s okay to think about it, but you should be reborn once and experience it in practice.

Early the next morning, the work team began to make normal work assignments, which also marked the official launch of their next work tasks.

The first thing to arrange was food. What Song Wu didn't expect the most was that the work team was so powerful that even eating became a way of working.

The work team announced that in order to allow the work team to mingle with the commune members, to better understand the local situation, and to facilitate the work, the work team would separate everyone and disperse them to the homes of various commune members in several villages throughout the commune to have "distributed meals" ".

As for what exactly eating a meal means, it can be simply understood that the work team takes turns sending team members to the homes of ordinary people in the village to eat. Through eating and chatting, the relationship between the team members and ordinary people is further strengthened. We must also actively grasp the dynamics of thoughts during chats and carry out ideological mobilization.

Of course, in Song Wu's view, these are somewhat like "divide and conquer, defeat them one by one".

He finally knows how to achieve so much success, and this way of working is indeed amazing.

The standard for a work team to receive meals is to eat at someone's house for a day and leave 3 cents in cash for them, plus one and a half kilograms of national food stamps.

After entering the village, I realized that Sun Yuying must have thought his life was too good this time, and tried her best to drag him down to the commune in the countryside to reminisce about the hardships and sweet things.

This village is smaller, and the living standard is obviously much worse than the village when I first arrived.

Especially now that the meals were suddenly distributed to various villages, basically one person per family, and she and Song Wu could not see each other at all.

It was still the older man, pointing to the few people standing in the middle of the welcoming crowd, "Why don't we just stand on the roadside? Don't worry, those of us who can pull people have already greeted the brigade cadres in advance. The quota has been allocated. You don't know, we have been waiting for you members of the work team to come here for many days. "

It is estimated that the real working method this time may have gone far beyond Sun Yuying's thoughts. She herself did not expect this situation before coming.

When he first entered the village, he was really shocked by the grand scene.

Song Wu was also grabbed by several people. He was so enthusiastic that he couldn't help but drag him to a yard beside the road.

"Where are the cadres of your brigade?" Song Wu was not used to this way of treating guests, so he was going to report the situation to the cadres of the brigade, but he could not let these people do it casually.

Several people cooperated and grabbed a team member together. They spoke very cordially and had a very warm attitude, "Comrade, let's go and stay at my house. From now on, you will eat at our house for one day in our village. I promise to cook well for you." "

While he was puzzled, the villagers had already started to take action. The men, women, old and young standing in front of the team were all taking action.

He was not with Sun Yuying, but was assigned to another village next door.

One of the oldest ones scratched his head and said with a smile: "Come to our house for a "distribution meal". Didn't the commune advertise that it would take you team members who came down to your home to provide a day's distribution of meals and give you cash?" And food stamps? Our family is short of money and food stamps, so why don’t we rush to bring one home?”

She dragged Song Wu into the work team. In fact, what she wanted more was that the two of them could come down together and enjoy the rare happy time of going to the countryside together.

I didn't expect that the movements this time would be so tightly controlled. As a captain, she already felt a lot of work pressure. It was much busier than when she worked on the streets. She was so busy every day that she couldn't even sleep well. What's more, Don't talk about dating after dusk.

What's happening here? Is the job promotion so good? Do the people below welcome the arrival of the work team so much? Or maybe these people were called here by the village party secretaries to engage in formalism.

He did not expect that until this year, there would be villages in the communes near the outskirts of Beijing that still had far from enough food to eat. Of course, I only discovered this later when I was eating pie.

Song Wu was very powerful, and he didn't want to be dragged away without any explanation. After a little effort, the men couldn't pull him away anymore. He quickly took the opportunity to ask: "Comrades, what are you doing? Speak clearly before taking action." OK?"

To be honest, not to mention Song Wu, even she herself has begun to regret it. She really shouldn't have participated in such a thing.

Unexpectedly, the arrival of him and several other work team members was greeted by villagers. This was completely different from the rejection and cold reception he expected.

Holy shit. It turns out that all passion is profit. This is a good opportunity to make extra money with them.

Song Wu felt quite happy about eating the pie, at least he had left the family that made him miserable, saying that they papered the windows and starved their children.

The villagers were very enthusiastic about inviting people, but when it came time to eat the food, Song Wu was dumbfounded.

What's happening here? Although 3 cents a day and a pound and a half of national food stamps are not too much, and he studied intensively on the cold bed in that small cold room for three or four days, he knew clearly that the work team had strict "four no-eats" regulations: no food allowed Meat is not allowed, fish is not allowed, eggs are not allowed, and tofu is not allowed to be eaten, but it is not limited to these.

Look what's on the table? Carrot, carrot, carrot, the whole thing is a carrot meeting. Paired with a bowl of rice made from millet and soybeans, Song Wu's teeth were sore. He asked the old man standing aside who was smiling like a chrysanthemum with wrinkles on his face: "Uncle, is there a good radish harvest in our village?"

The old man chuckled and said, "Eat it, eat it, you're welcome. There's still enough radish to eat, and I can manage it enough."

Song Wu smacked his lips and asked with a smile: "Uncle, how much can you share when we eat like this?"

The old man was quite open and honest, and said with a smile: "If the family eats for three days, we can get 1 yuan, plus 5 and a half kilograms of food stamps."

The old man said with a satisfied smile on his face. It was true that their service attitude was much better than that of the B&Bs in tourist attractions in the future.

Song Wu did the math and found out that every penny of their meal standards was really given to these members. He thought there was some deduction.

"What shall we have for our next meal?"

"I'll add some sweet potatoes to the millet, steamed sweet rice, and eat it with salty diced radish pickled in a big vat. It's delicious."

The uncle was obviously telling the truth, and Song Wu could feel that such a meal was already very rare in his opinion. Maybe we can only have such a meal during the New Year and holidays. If we didn’t have food stamps and cash, we probably wouldn’t be able to get them.

Come on, it seems like millet and carrots have always been the only thing here, so it’s hard for them to think of ways to make it.

Song Wu ate millet and radishes at this uncle's house for three days, and then moved to another house.

This time, he always felt that the old man who took him home for dinner made him feel a little different. How should I put it, it just made him feel a little weird.

"What do you call me, uncle?"

"Hey, the village is called Shijiacun, and my surname must be Shi." The uncle walking in front knocked the tobacco stick on the upper of his shoe, and then pinned it to his waistband.

Pointing to the small courtyard with a half-person-high earthen wall behind him, he said, "Here we are, this is my home."

Entering the door, Song Wu found that Uncle Shi's house was quite clean and the small courtyard was neat and tidy. It was obviously different from the one in the previous three days. It seemed that he was living a good life.

When he entered the house and sat down at the dining table, the food was neatly placed on the table before he took a sip of water.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Song Wu couldn't help but be stunned.

This is a high standard today. Three large bowls of food are placed directly on the table. He took a look and saw a large bowl of cabbage stewed with tofu, a bowl of roasted radish, and a bowl of shredded pickles mixed with oil.

Song Wu took a breath of air, raised his eyes, and stood aside looking at Uncle Shi who looked like he was giggling.

Judging from the current life in their village, Uncle Shi's status here is not low. These dishes are the best meals Song Wu has seen since he went to the countryside this time.

Although the staple food is still millet, the steamed millet grains are plump and pressed very tightly, so the filling is very full and the bowl is larger.

The owner, Uncle Shi, was even more enthusiastic, "Eat it, it's like you're at your own home."

But Song Wu didn't move his chopsticks, and looked up at Uncle Shi with a slightly anxious look on his face.

Then, he picked up the plate of cabbage stewed with tofu, and with Uncle Shi's panicked eyes, he took it directly to the Kang table in the room next to him and put it there. He also took an empty bowl and covered it.

Then, he returned to the small wooden table in the main room, sat down and ate millet, shredded pickles, and occasionally the radish he was used to eating, completely ignoring Uncle Shi's changed expression.

At this moment, the door to the courtyard outside rang, and there was a sound of footsteps, hurriedly walking towards the main room.

Song Wu looked at Uncle Shi who was standing at a loss with deep meaning, curled the corner of his mouth and continued to eat his meal.

After Vice Captain Shen led several people from the work team into the room, he looked directly at the small square table and was stunned.

"Where's the arranged tofu?", he thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)