The booming era begins with the director of the Propaganda Department!

Chapter 10 Kua Kua Xia! ! !
  The life of the old Zhang family is difficult. Zhang's monthly salary of 400,000 yuan supports a family of twelve people. The old Zhang family in the entire courtyard house is said to be the second poorest, but no one dares to claim to be the first.

Since the birth of their fourth child, Zhang Fenjin, their family has never had good food. Even during the Chinese New Year, the dumplings eaten are always stuffed with chives and deep-fried dough sticks.

At this moment, several children smelled the aroma of mushrooms stewed in chicken soup in the kitchen, and all of them were so greedy that they wanted to get into the kitchen and take away the pot.

But they were all afraid of how their mother would beat someone to death, so they didn't dare to act. I could only squeeze outside the window, prop my little head on the window sill, and look longingly at the steamy kitchen.

If you can't eat it, it's good to squeeze in here and smell the meat.

As soon as Zhang Chenfei stepped out of the outhouse, he saw this posture. Among them, the fifth and sixth children were not tall enough, so they each put a few bricks under their feet.

Zhang Chenfei walked over and slapped each one on their buttocks. Finally, he took out a handful of various candies from his pocket and gave them to his eldest nephew Zhang Pingan, asking him to share them with everyone.

Several children got the candy and couldn't wait to open the candy wrappers and stuff the candy into their mouths. They all smiled with their eyes narrowed.

There are sweets to eat early in the morning, and chicken soup to drink later. This is a good day that is not even available during the Chinese New Year! ! !
  After sending away his nephews, Zhang Chenfei entered the kitchen. Zhang Chenliang was peeling onions when he saw his younger brother coming in, said hello to him, and asked him where he caught the pheasant.

Zhang Chenfei told his elder brother exactly what he said to Zhang Fendou. Zhang Chenliang didn't doubt it. In the deserted area of ​​Badaling these days, it was normal to get game.

Tang Danniu was baking stick noodles again and again, and looked at Zhang Chenfei: "How can you give them candy when they have chicken soup so early in the morning? You are so naughty."

He said this, but it was quite helpful in his heart.

Do you think this brother-in-law has finally come to his senses? Not only did he know how to find a job, he also learned how to bring things for the family and love his nephews.

Zhang Chenfei shrugged and said nonchalantly: "I'll give it to you if you have it in your pocket. Brother, I remember if you have a friend in the newspaper office?"

"Yes, his name is Song Yanting. My former childhood friend later moved our family to Xiaoyangquan Alley. He is now at Youth Daily."

"So are you still in contact now?"

"Yes." Zhang Chen nodded, "What's wrong? Do you have something to do with him?"

"Isn't this a machine repair shop looking for workers? I applied for a typist, and I want him to make a rubbing of the typewriter's typeface."

Zhang Chenfei had made some inquiries in the past few days and found out that typewriters of this era were all produced by Tiaobenji. The characters on the dial are not Chinese characters, but arranged by radicals.

When using it, you should remember the order of each radical, and be familiar with the fixed plate arrangement and the order of rare plate characters.

In short, it is a big project and not many people are qualified for this position.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the other office positions were rumored to be reserved, Zhang Chenfei wouldn't have applied for this one.

When Zhang Chenliang heard that his younger brother had actually applied for a job as a typist, his first reaction was that he was messing around again: "Yesterday, I told you to sign up. I used to say that you had to be an apprentice or a handyman, and it was just a quality inspection. It's better for you to just do it. Go to the typist"

"A high-end machine like a typewriter can only be understood by an educated person. Song Yanting graduated from high school. How can you learn it with your education?"

Ask him to say that a job like sitting in an office is not done by people like them! ! !

Grandma Zhang, who was lighting the fire, was immediately unhappy when she heard her eldest grandson pushing her second grandson so hard: "Boss, what are you talking about? Your younger brother graduated from junior high school and is also a cultural person!!!"

After graduating from junior high school, if you put it aside in the Qing Dynasty, you will be a scholar and a prime minister! ! ! Tang Da Niu also answered: "Isn't it right? The second brother is not only educated, he also looks upright!! If you ask me, their machine repair shop will accept him because of his appearance."

Tang Danniu asked herself that in all her twenty-eight years, she had never seen anyone more handsome than their second child! !

Zhang Chenfei also said: "Brother, you don't have to worry about my affairs, just buy me the things I want."

Zhang Chenliang saw that the whole family had full confidence in his brother and attacked him as a class enemy, so he said nothing more.

He only said that he would take advantage of his voluntary work at noon to go to the newspaper office.

Zhang Ping'an, the eldest of the younger generation of the Zhang family, finished eating the candy and carried a snakeskin bag to put his mother's chicken feathers into the bag, intending to dry them and sell them to the buying station when the weather was nice.

In ordinary families, when children do these things, the money they get is their pocket money. But the old Zhang family is different. All the money must be handed over to Tang Danniu.

The hot, yellow chicken soup was served on the table, and the ten members of the old Zhang family, except for the seventh and eighth sons, sat at the Eight Immortals table.

The six little boys were like six little tigers, each looking straight at the big enamel basin.

Tang Danniu came into the house carrying the baked tortillas. Seeing the look of her sons, she immediately laughed: "Eat them all, what are you waiting for??"

"Ouch!!!" Upon hearing this, the little tigers immediately picked up their chopsticks and pounced on the chicken soup basin like vicious dogs.

Zhang Chenliang hurriedly picked up a chicken drumstick before them and put it in Grandma Zhang's bowl: "Grandma, this drumstick is so stewed that you can try it."

Grandma Zhang put down the brass cigarette pot in her hand, picked up the chicken skin with chopsticks and ate it: "If you ask me, nothing is as fragrant as chicken skin, and everyone who knows how to eat loves to eat chicken skin."

Tang Danniu also rushed in front of the children to get a piece of good meat for Zhang Chenfei.

"You can eat meat today because of your second son. You guys," she pointed at her six sons with her chopsticks, "you all have to remember your second uncle. Without your second uncle, you wouldn't even be able to eat pheasant shit!" !!”

The older ones picked up the meat and stuffed it into their mouths, while the younger ones got right to it without using chopsticks.

Everyone's mouths were full of oil after eating, but they still shouted obediently: "Thank you, Uncle!!"

"How do you thank me, family? Ma Liu'er can eat your food." Zhang Chenfei ate the meat piece by piece without saying anything to them.
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  There are many people in the family, and anyone who slows down will have to catch up on the mushroom soup. He is not stupid and cannot waste time with these boys.

But then again, the taste of this pheasant is really good, and even the soup is so delicious that it makes you swallow your tongue.

Zhang Chenfei also ate a lot of game in his previous life, but he thought it was incomparable to today's pheasants.

He was afraid that this was his illusion, so after eating the meat and drinking the soup, he asked Zhang Chenliang and grandma how they tasted.

These people thought he wanted to get a reward for catching the pheasant by himself. He immediately praised the chicken soup to the sky and the earth, except that he could soar on the spot after drinking this chicken soup.

Zhang Chenfei frowned when he heard this. It seemed like he couldn't get a true evaluation from these two people. Let's taste it with Fatty and the others tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)