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

Chapter 222 Storing Chinese cabbage for winter and taking public holidays! !

After coming out of the municipal party committee and sitting in the broken car, Zhang Chenfei told Factory Director Yang about his conversation with Secretary Lu.

Factory Director Yang immediately agreed: "This is good. There are too many male workers in our factory. They are usually busy at work and have a small social circle, so they can't find a suitable partner.

It was also because of this that when you proposed having a social dance, the factory strongly supported it.

This dazzling dance party has been held for three times, and it has almost been digested internally.

The remaining men and women don't like each other, so it's time to think of ways to expand the circle and find breakthroughs from the outside. "

Judging from the effects of the previous dances and the response from the workers, it is necessary to continue this dance.

In a state-owned factory, you must not only care about the workers' work, but also care about their life events! !

This can reflect the benefits of state-owned enterprises! ! !

Zhang Chenfei nodded: "What the leader said is that we actually planned to join forces with other factories before, but we never found the opportunity.

Today, by chance, I met Secretary of Textile Factory Road and Secretary Jian of Garment Factory. While everyone was chatting, I mentioned it.

Who knew that the secretary on the road said that their factory was also troubled by the lack of suitable channels for workers to make friends, and the two of us hit it off immediately.

However, whether the friendship will be completed or not will have to wait until he returns to the factory to report. "

Director Yang said: "I understand the situation in the textile factory, it is the same as ours.

Moreover, female workers generally get married earlier than male workers. If they remain unmarried, the pressure on their families will be greater.

So Secretary Lu said he would go back and report, but I think the chance of success is still very high. "

In this era, the working class was the master of the country and its social status was quite high.

Therefore, workers are willing to find workers. If some female workers cannot find workers, they would rather be single than find work with unemployed people or farmers.

What's more, the country is now focusing on the development of heavy industry, especially the steel industry.

Director Yang was still in a good mood about the friendship, and he didn't take Secretary Lu seriously when he told him to go back and report.

He was more curious about another thing than this.

"Xiao Zhang, you said you chatted with the secretaries of the textile and garment factories... Is this the first time you met them today? Or have you known them before?"

"This is our first meeting." Zhang Chenfei said.

Director Yang became even more curious: "You integrated well at the first meeting?"

Before, Secretary Gu had no more than acquaintances with secretaries from other factories.

Zhang Chenfei smiled: "They are all older than me. They treat me as their little brother and are willing to play with me."

When Lao Yang heard this, his heart moved, but he didn't say anything else.

……

The efficiency of the communication secretary is really high.

The day after the municipal committee meeting, I called the steel rolling mill and said that the mill was already considering the friendship.

Zhang Chenfei invited him to take comrades from the Textile Factory Propaganda Department and the Women's Federation to the steel rolling mill to inspect and have a casual meal.

There are many female workers in textile factories, and most of the office staff are lesbians.

Zhang Chenfei took Secretary Lu and his party to visit some workshops of the steel rolling mill.

There are many hard-working jobs in the steel rolling mill. I saw those forgers, welders, and fitters wearing thin work clothes in the winter, and their strong muscles almost broke free from the constraints of their clothes when they worked hard.

The comrades from the Women's Federation of the textile factory looked at each other and expressed their satisfaction.

Men, if you don't even have a handful of strength, what is it? ?
Everyone understands the charm of a rough guy! ! !

After leaving the workshop, Zhang Chenfei took Secretary Lu and his party to check out the auditorium and the newly purchased musical instruments.

"These are new musical instruments specially purchased by our factory for this party..." Zhang Chenfei lied without changing his expression.

The comrades from the Textile Factory Women's Federation felt that they were being taken seriously and couldn't help but look at each other again.

It's lunch time,

The group went to the canteen of the steel rolling mill for a light meal.

“Today is not a formal event, so I’m sorry for you, Secretary Lu, to have a working meal from our steel rolling mill.

When the day comes for cooperation, I will definitely apply to our leaders to open a small stove for everyone and eat Sichuan cuisine! ! ! "

Zhang Chenfei led Xu Damao, Secretary Lu and his party as they walked to the cafeteria and said.

Secretary Lu has already communicated with comrades from the Women's Federation and the Publicity Department and knows that they are very satisfied with the steel rolling mill.

When Zhang Chenfei said this, he said that there would definitely be a chance to eat Sichuan food together.

The past few years have been good, and the steel industry is booming, so the food in the canteen of the steel rolling mill is still very good.

Today’s lunch is steamed buns made of ordinary flour, rice, cabbage stewed with tofu, and radish slices fried with fat.

The soup is either stick noodle porridge or vegetarian soup.

Most of the time, leaders in this era did not have that many privileges. Zhang Chenfei and Secretary Lu and his team lined up to get food.

The food was served and we found a seat to sit down.

Secretary Lu picked up a piece of tofu with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. After tasting it carefully, he said that the food in the canteen of the steel rolling mill was indeed delicious.

At the very least, it's much more delicious than the big pot dishes in their textile factory.

Zhang Chenfei also took a chopstick, and after tasting the familiar taste, he told the other party that this dish was made by the chef he mentioned.

"Master He is better at small stir-fries, and the standard of big pot dishes is only average. Secretary Lu will know after she has a chance to try it."

Xu Damao curled his lips when he heard this, although Sha Zhu's cooking was indeed delicious.

But when he heard this guy being praised, he still felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching his head.

Suddenly, he heard the voice of Silly Zhu scolding Liu Lan from the side, and an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Secretary Zhang, I'm going to use the toilet..." As he spoke, he stood up.

I came back ten minutes later, with a relaxed expression on my face.

Zhang Chenfei glanced at him but said nothing.

After seeing off the walking secretary and his party, Zhang Chenfei took Xu Damao back to the Publicity Department to report on his work.

There was nothing else to do in the afternoon, so he kept reviewing his homework outside the factory director's office.

I had previously warned that I wouldn't be able to go to Qinghua University or Sijiucheng University. Later, I looked through the books and found that the questions of this era were actually quite difficult.

But the bull has been blown out, and now I can only grit my teeth and bite the bullet.

Zhang Chenfei took out the math review materials and took notes while answering the questions.

That's it,

The afternoon flew by.

When Zhang Chenfei got home from get off work, before he could sit down and take a breath, the old lady ordered him to buy food again.

There is no food shortage yet, and rationing has not begun. People basically buy as much food as they want.

Grain purchase vouchers mainly serve the purpose of marking, fixing and supplying vouchers, so there is no such spectacular sight of queuing up in the early morning at the grain store.

Zhang Chenfei wandered all the way to the door of the grain store, opened the thick cotton curtain and walked in.

The grain store he came to was located on Gulou East Street. It was a state-owned store with a large area, occupying an area of ​​five rooms. It was all connected together, making it look very grand. There are partitions in front and back of this facade, and there is a business hall in front, covering an area of ​​more than 100 square meters.

There are counters on three sides of the wall. There is a dustpan on each counter, and there is a sign hanging above the counter.

According to the types of grains sold at this counter, it says "Fuqiang Noodles", "Standard Noodles", "Bangzi Noodles", "Rice", "Mung Beans"...

Salespersons in grain stores all wear white overalls, and most of them are gay.

Because selling grain requires holding a large iron dustpan and bending down to pick up a dustpan of noodles at a time from the rice or noodle cabinet, which weighs about twenty kilograms.

Kuai Qi puts the grain on the scale and weighs it. If he buys fifty catties, he has to pick it up twice. He does this hundreds of times a day.

So selling grain is a real physical job.

The designated grain station assigned by Zhang Chenfei and the others is one of the largest grain stations in Forty-Nine City. The variety of grain here is richer than in other places.

In addition to Fudi rice noodles, there are also sorghum rice, soybeans, and sweet potato noodles from outside the country.

There are also millet from the Central Plains, mung beans from outside the mouth, bean noodles, etc.

Zhang Chenfei walked straight to the left side of the door, where there was a window with an iron grille. He handed over the grain book and money in his hand and told the other party that he wanted twenty kilograms of standard flour.

The people inside took the grain book, wrote and drew on it, and then began to pick up a mottled abacus and operate it with a crackle.

Finally, he handed the grain book and change to Zhang Chenfei.

Zhang Chenfei walked to the counter with standard powder written on it and handed over the food stamps. The other party took a look at it, expressed his understanding, and returned the food stamps to Zhang Chenfei.

Then he bent down and took out a dustpan of noodles from the counter, pouring it into a special square wooden bucket with a scale.

On the side of the square barrel facing the customer, there is a duckbill-shaped opening that slopes downward.

After the salesperson weighed it, he motioned to Zhang Chenfei to open the noodle bag and face it toward the duck's mouth.

As soon as Zhang Chenfei finished it, he pulled a spring-loaded gate above the duckbill.

Following his movements, the grain immediately poured into the dough bag, and a white mist rose.

Zhang Chenfei took out a piece of hemp rope from his coat pocket, picked up the grain bag from the ground, swung it on his shoulder, and carried it home swayingly.

Passing by a quiet place on the way, I untied the hemp rope and added about seven or eight kilograms of flour produced by Space.

He has been doing this since Fatty and Si Yan'er stopped selling grain.

Sometimes when I go to the kitchen and see that the old lady is not there, I add flour directly into the noodle pot in small amounts and many times.

Zhang Chenfei returned home and walked straight into the kitchen. Before the old lady could come over, he had already untied his pocket and poured the flour inside into the noodle vat.

"Da Fei, how much grain did you buy today???" The old lady walked over on her little feet and opened the wooden lid that Zhang Chenfei had covered to take a look.

"Twenty kilograms, isn't this what you told me?" Zhang Chenfei returned the grain book to the old lady.

The old lady held the grain book in her hand and glanced at the noodle vat: "Why do I feel like it's a bit too much??"

Although it’s hard to see clearly when the noodles go into the noodle vat, it still feels like it weighs more than twenty kilograms.

Zhang Chenfei sneered: "Are you dreaming, old lady?? The human food store can still give you a grain of grain for free???"

When Grandma Zhang thought about it, she thought, too, how could such a good thing happen? That’s all.

The grandfather and grandson walked to the dining table and prepared to eat.

Today the old lady made rice porridge, cabbage stewed vermicelli, boiled eggs, and steamed buns.

While the two were eating, the old lady told Zhang Chenfei that tomorrow it would be their turn to stock up on winter vegetables.

Let him go to work late tomorrow morning and queue up to buy Chinese cabbage first.

Asking for leave from work in order to buy some cabbage would have been unthinkable to Zhang Chenfei in the past.

But after arriving in this world, he knew that not only could he take time off to stock up on cabbage, but it was also a public holiday and his wages would not be deducted.

After all, this winter-stored Chinese cabbage will be eaten for three to four months, which determines whether a family has food to eat throughout the winter.

……

Zhang Chenfei got up at around four o'clock the next morning.

The weather was getting colder, and it was early in the morning, so the temperature was very low.

After Zhang Chenfei washed up, he wrapped himself in a large cotton-padded jacket, then took out a locomotive hat from the closet and put it on his head.

After being fully armed, he quietly opened the door of his house and saw Uncle Yan at the opposite door, wrapped tightly and about to go out.

The two looked at each other, tacitly understanding what they wanted the other to do.

"Let's go, Da Fei. Get in line with the uncle." Yan Bugui said.

"Okay, let's go together." Zhang Chenfei said.

When the two of them walked out of the gate of the courtyard, they saw that there were many people in the alley, which was usually deserted at this point.

The crowd of twos and threes quickly gathered into one. As they walked, everyone discussed how many first-class vegetables, how many second-class vegetables, and how many third-class pickled vegetables each family wanted to buy.

When everyone arrived at the designated buying point for Chinese cabbage designated by the neighborhood committee, they saw that there was already a long queue.

Zhang Chenfei couldn't help but frown. It seemed that it was too late. It would have to be earlier next year.

He followed Uncle Yan swaying and was about to walk into the team when he heard a familiar voice coming from very far in front of the team.

"Da Fei, Da Fei, come here and get in front of me."

Ah, this...

Zhang Chenfei touched his nose and looked at the dozens of people lined up behind Jia Zhang and their angry eyes.

"No, Aunt Zhang, it's not good to jump in line."

"Hey, what's the matter?" Mrs. Jia Zhang looked nonchalant.

Today, everyone shopping in this area is a resident of Nanluogu Lane and nearby alleys.

Among these people, who has never heard of Zhang Cuihua’s reputation?
Isn't it just a matter of joining the queue? If anyone dares to force it. See if she doesn't summon Lao Jia...forget it, I won't summon him anymore.

That old Bidden was very jealous. If he came up, saw her belly, and realized that he was a cuckold, he might as well do what would happen.

While Zhang Chenfei motioned to Yan Bugui to help him line up, he moved closer to Zhang Cuihua and licked her pregnant belly:
"I said, Aunt Zhang, you are already pregnant, why are you still here to buy cabbage? Don't Jia Dongxu and I, Uncle Qin, know how to take care of pregnant women?"

Jia Zhang patted her belly nonchalantly: "Hey, this is nothing.

I remember when I gave birth to Jia Dongxu, I went to the fields the next day and started cooking and washing clothes. "

It was a miserable life at that time. Not only did he have to work every day, but he also had to be beaten by that damn guy, Lao Jia.

Now she is a member of the glorious working class and pregnant with her second child.

Not only are there white-flour steamed buns to eat every day, but Lao Qin also buys snacks and sets up a small stove.

Jia Zhang felt that such a life was not lived by humans, it was simply lived by gods! ! !

Today, when she came to queue to buy cabbage, she was worried about others coming, fearing that they would jump in line, so she volunteered.

"Okay, as long as you haven't been bullied." Zhang Chenfei nodded, "Whether it's Jia Dongxu or me, Uncle Qin, if anyone dares to bully you, I can't spare him!!!"

When Mrs. Jia Zhang heard this, she burst into tears with excitement: "Da Fei, you are the only one in this whole courtyard who is sincerely good to me."

The two chatted for a few more words, and then Zhang Chenfei waved his hand: "That's it, Aunt Zhang, you line up first. I have to go back and stand."

(End of this chapter)