Chapter 212 The big iron cow of the production team [Thank you for your company all the way, the dat
Luo Xuan just walked to the door of his house.
But he saw Chen Xiaoduan, holding a "food box" in his hand, standing at the door of his house and knocking on the door.
"Hey, Luo Xuan?"
Chen Xiaoduan heard the noise, turned around and saw Luo Xuan, and couldn't help but be startled, "I thought you were sleeping in! I knocked for a long time, but you didn't open the door."
Luo Xuan chuckled, "Those guests have to get up early in the morning to go on their way, how can I sleep in? Besides, we rural people have to go to work every day, but no one has the habit of sleeping in."
In the production team, except for children under 5 years old, they can sleep in occasionally.
Others really don't dare to stay in bed.
Otherwise, the gossips of the seven aunts and eight aunts can drown people with just the saliva.
In the production team, you are not afraid of others saying you are stupid, but you are afraid of others saying you are lazy.
Farmers who are born digging for food in the fields still dare to be lazy?
In that case, it will be difficult to find a wife in the future.
Luo Xuan opened the door,
Chen Xiaoduan then followed in carrying something, "This is the mixed noodle porridge my mother made for you. There are also two wotou and a pickle. You can make do with it."
The food boxes in Chen Xiaoduan's hands are basically objects made before liberation.
Now in the new society, in the homes of rural commune members, even if they want to deliver food to the fields, it is only a bamboo basket and two sea bowls.
Basically, there is no need for this kind of wooden "food box" with a total of three layers.
Moreover, in addition to the main labor force, many of the other children in the members' families do not have breakfast.
The breakfast that Chen Xiao brought over this time was actually not that good: a bowl of porridge made from smashed black beans, soybeans, and cowpeas, mixed with a little bit of rice, and mashed wheat.
This kind of gruel will be called "natural pure green pollution-free healthy food" in later generations.
But in this day and age, it is a rough food that is hard to swallow: just because soy foods have not been deeply processed, they have a natural beany smell.
There is also a lack of grain processing machines, and the mashed wheat grains still have bran on them, which makes it a bit difficult to digest.
There was an emperor in history who was starved to death because he was greedy for wheat rice made from new wheat...
Luo Xuan picked up the bowl of porridge and forced himself to drink it.
I have actually already had breakfast.
But Chen Xiaoduan's mother made him an extra bowl of mixed noodle porridge, and he couldn't help but appreciate it.
Otherwise, there will be no next time...
Chen Xiaoduan saw that Luo Xuan was eating porridge but not eating the two steamed buns. He couldn't help but feel a little strange, "My mother said that you have a stove but no pot at home, and you are short of bowls, so when making breakfast,
I made an extra serving for you.
Why don't you eat steamed buns? How can you resist hunger with just a bowl of porridge?"
Luo Xuan said: "I got up early in the morning and ate two rice cakes. I'm not hungry now."
Chen Xiao asked, "So that's it? Geeky, just now, I thought you were reluctant to eat it and were going to save the steamed buns for lunch at noon."
Luo Xuan also laughed, "That's not the case. Although I am also from a rural area, I am not that poor. But there are indeed many classmates in the school who live a very difficult life and cannot afford breakfast.
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Chen Xiaoduan sighed slightly, "It's not just that I can't afford breakfast? There are many students who only have a handful of dried sweet potatoes or even a handful of fried broad beans for lunch... Hey, my monthly salary is probably not enough to supplement the supplement.
Go in."
During this period, the education department was the real Qingshui Yamen.
Teachers like Chen Xiaoduan who teach and educate people are often owed part of their wages.
Some of it is even deducted to support various constructions.
Teachers who have a fixed salary every month have a hard time, but the students who come to study in the school have an even harder time at home.
Especially some of the female classmates from the production team, their lives are miserable!
Because in their parents’ view, precious food should be used first to protect the family’s main labor force.
Next is the male of the family.
Because these boys will become the breadwinners of the family when they grow up, their parents value these boys more and are more inclined to prioritize ensuring their food supply.
And girls... everyone knows that.
We cannot simply blame these parents for favoring sons over daughters.
It's because the resources they have on hand are extremely scarce, forcing them to make such a difficult choice...
After Luo Xuan finished eating, he put the bowl, pickles, and the two dark steamed buns into the food box, "I steamed rice at school at noon, so I don't need these steamed buns.
I'm afraid it will go rancid if I leave it alone.
So you’d better take it back, I still have some rice cakes here, take them back together and ask Auntie to have a taste.”
Chen Xiaoduan smiled and said, "I came here to deliver food to you on the orders of my old mother. How could there be any reason to carry things home instead? If you want to deliver them, you should deliver them yourself. Anyway, I am not involved in this matter."
To be honest, the cornbread made by Chen Xiaoduan's mother really has to look good and look good.
But no matter how skillful she is and how good she is at seasoning, the whole-wheat steamed buns still taste rough and hard to swallow.
Luoxuan has soft, glutinous and sweet rice cakes, so why should we eat salty and tasteless corn cakes?
Chen Xiaoduan was unwilling to take anything from her house, so Luo Xuan had no choice but to pick up a few rice cakes sent by Du Juan, put them in a food box, and carried them to Chen's mother.
Arriving at Chen Xiaoduan’s home,
Mother Chen said a few polite words, and then said to Chen Xiaoduan, "Xiaoduan, yesterday you said that the school leaders had to ask you to organize a cultural program. How are you preparing for it?"
Chen Xiaoduan scolded her mother, "Mom, that's a work matter. What are you doing saying this in front of Luo Xuan?"
Beat the gong and listen to the sound, and listen to the words.
Chen Xiaoduan is an extremely proud person at heart.
The last time she and Luo Xuandan talked about this cultural program, but in fact, Chen Xiaoduan had a kind of intention at that time: if it works, it will work, if it doesn't work, it will be pulled down.
Chen Xiaoduan just asked casually, wanting to see if Luo Xuan had any good ideas.
therefore,
She had been pushed to death by Principal Yuan in the past two days, but Chen Xiaoduan never mentioned this matter in front of Luo Xuan.
Chen Xiaoduan's mother pretended not to care and brought up old matters again.
How could Luo Xuan not know her intentions?
"I have a children's song, I wonder if it can work?"
Luo Xuan said, "It's just that I can't compose music and I can't write lyrics. I can only hum it and see if you can do anything else?"
Chen Xiaoduan asked in surprise, "How did you write the song "Little Member in the Production Team" last time?"
Luo Xuan replied, "That's Zhang Wei from the radio station. He secretly found someone to write lyrics and compose the music. I didn't even know about it."
Chen Xiaoduan smiled slightly: "Oh, then I know. It's okay, as long as you can hum it, I can write it out for you."
Chen's mother also spoke up and said, "Xiao Duan, our family, is a top student at Guomin No. 1 Girls' Middle School. She is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Not to mention her, even I can accompany you... It's a pity.
I don’t have guzheng or flute at home.”
"Oh Mom! Why do you keep bringing up things from the past?"
Chen Xiaoduan pushed her mother, "Mom, I want to eat egg pancakes for lunch. Can you make me a meal of white flour pancakes and rice porridge?"
Mother Chen smiled and said, "Okay! You go ahead and do your work, I won't be in the way here."
After Chen's mother walked away, Chen Xiaoduan took a pen and paper and led Luo Xuan to the small patio in the backyard.
Luo Xuan took a deep breath, wiped the skin off and put it in his pocket, and then began to hum in a low voice: "Zhang Xiaoniu, Wang Xiaoniu, come to the breeding yard to see the cattle. Yellow cattle, black cattle, Huahua Niu, there is a big iron cow in the team."
..The big iron bull is so energetic that he doesn’t eat grass but only drinks oil..."
"ah?"
Chen Xiaoduan was stunned for a moment, then laughed wantonly: "Hahaha, hahaha——"
Luo Xuan said angrily, "Try laughing again??"
Chen Xiaoduan laughed so hard that he was out of breath. When he heard this, he quickly covered his mouth with both hands.
But puffs of air puffed out from between her onion-like fingers.
"You still dare to laugh?"
Although Luo Xuan is not very old now, he was still an adult in his previous life.
Now in front of others, he actually hums this most childish children's song, how can he keep it on his face?!
"dare you laugh?"
Luo Huan turned around and was about to leave, "I won't sing anymore. We can't get involved in your show. You can find someone else to do it, I won't do it anymore!"
Hearing the noise in the courtyard, Mother Chen kept her ears open to pay attention to the movement.
At this time, she also ran to the back door and said to Chen Xiaoduan, "Xiaoduan, what are you laughing at? Isn't the song Luo Xuan suitable for you primary school students to perform?"
Chen Xiaoduan tried to hold back his laughter, but his pretty face was really distorted, "Mom! I really can't hold back my laughter.
Cluck, Luo Xuan, I didn’t mean to laugh...Pfft..."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...hahaha!"
Chen Xiaoduan shrugged his shoulders, "I was thinking, would you be able to use this little duck nursery rhyme to participate in an art performance?"
"Please change the question sentence into an affirmative sentence."
Luo Xuan replied, "You don't even think about it, what kind of artistic performance is that? It's a performance performed by all primary and secondary schools in the county as a tribute to National Day!
We are not going to enterprises, institutions, factories or mines to perform condolence performances.
These participating programs in primary schools must firstly conform to the main theme, and secondly, they must conform to the age group of our primary and secondary school students and the lively and active personalities of our primary and secondary school students.”
Hearing what Luo Xuan said, Chen Xiaoduan, who was still snickering secretly, suddenly understood: What Luo Xuan just said is right!
What are the authorities strongly advocating now?
The above are encouraging all students who come out of the production team to study hard and strive to become an outstanding member with morality, discipline, culture and knowledge!
Encourage them to build agricultural cooperatives with peace of mind and contribute their due strength to agricultural production.
As for the song that Luo Xuan hummed just now, although the lyrics are very straightforward, there is no artistic conception at all.
But isn’t this in line with the current call from above to create a batch of literary and artistic programs that can be catchy and easy to understand for members of the production team?
If we didn't use the song Luo Xuan hummed just now.
When it was time for the performance, Chen Xiaoduan jumped on the stage and played a piece of Chopin... Then, hehe.
It would be weird if the judges didn’t reject it on the spot!
The song is high-pitched and low-key, and it is well received but not popular.
What a waste!
That kind of occasion is not a place for elegance...
