When Luo Xuan arrived at the production team canteen today, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, long past lunch time.
"Luo Xuan, are you here to cook again?"
As usual, after finishing the work in the kitchen, I squatted under the eaves of the large dining hall and smoked a cigarette.
As soon as he saw Luo Xuan, he said calmly, "Today's lunch meal is gone. If you and the hunting team want to eat, I will go and cook some sweet potato porridge for you."
Seeing Luo Xuan, he didn't say a word.
The cook added another sentence, "Are you going to eat it or not?"
Luo Xuan chuckled: "Uncle, don't ask! If you ask me, I will eat it! I'm afraid I won't even take the pot away for you, so why don't you feel sorry for me?"
Captain Bu Yaoming was holding on to the food in the storage room.
Too much nowadays, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a fool of a poor cook. He has completely lost the enthusiasm he had when he saw Luo Xuan.
I no longer have fun with Luo Xuan.
The production team needs to save food for spring plowing.
The people who were originally affiliated with Xiao Laojun's production team and the hunting team have now become a very heavy burden in the big canteen.
But because of the policy from above: members of other production teams can go to other production teams to have a meal.
therefore,
Occasionally, the hunting team would come to the canteen to get food. This was in line with policy, and no one could explain why.
Although, in fact, Luo Xuan and the hunting team rarely come to the big canteen to get food.
But after all, there are many people hunting, so if you only come to hunt for one meal, the portion is really quite a lot!
Food is valuable.
Today, 1 kilogram of grain is more important in the eyes of commune members than 10 kilograms of grain before.
"Hey, are you carrying the pot? I'm afraid if I continue like this, I'll smash the pot myself."
The cook sighed.
He smoked the dry cigarette like a soldering iron, bright red, "Eat, eat! It's winter now, and everyone doesn't have much farm work to do. But everyone still has to build canals, level the land, and do volunteer work.
Alas, life is open and my work is solid.
We are only 30% full after eating, so how can we use it to exert our energy! The old divination is like a bitch, stingy and won’t give me any extra food!"
Bu Yaoming's voice came from the room: "Old Wangtou, you have to speak with your conscience in mind. If you are not a family member, don't you know how expensive oil, salt, firewood and rice are?
If I don't save some of this food so that everyone can eat well when we open up wasteland next year, how will everyone work?
You usually kill one pig every three days to eat the fat pigs raised in the breeding room, but you have gained a good reputation.
But if I don’t keep a few to celebrate the New Year, then the members will still have to skin me?”
The cook put his head on the stone steps, knocked out the remaining ashes in the pot, and complained: "Captain Bu, what you said makes sense, and I know the truth.
But everyone said they didn’t have enough to eat, and they chanted sutras in my ears every day... It was as if I had stolen all the food!
Luo Xuan, please help me comment. You said that the grain taken out every day is weighed by the cadres in the production team.
When I’m cooking, there are so many people staring at me, I, I, the conscience of heaven and earth... where can I go to steal something?!"
"Ah tui..."
A mouthful of thick phlegm, carrying anger that should not have been carried by it, shot out from the cook's head.
There was a "click" sound.
It hit the yard hard on the hard frozen soil.
"Understand, understand."
Luo Xuan reached out and patted the cook's shoulder, then took out a pack of "Hongmei Brand" cigarettes from his pocket.
He took out a cigarette and handed it to him: "Come here, uncle, have a cigarette to calm down. The people are not full and have resentment in their hearts. They don't understand your work that much, which is understandable."
The cook took the cigarette, put it under his nose and took a few deep breaths.
He grinned and said, "If not, why should we, Luo Xuan, be the most sensible? Those rough guys in the production team only know how to complain and curse.
Okay, only Luo Xuan understands me. What kind of work can a human being do? I get scolded and angry every day... Damn it!
Hey, you want to get some food, right? Just wait here and I'll make porridge for you..."
Luo Xuan reached out and grabbed the cook and said, "Uncle, you'd better stop busy, I won't be cooking. Qiu Guiying entrusted me with this cigarette to honor my uncle, hehe..."
Blinking at the cook, that means: You know!
"Qiu Guiying?"
The cook pushed away the whole pack of cigarettes that Luo Xuan handed over, "Luo Xuan, I know you and Qiu Guiying are outside the mountain, and the houses are very close to each other.
Moreover, you and she are from the same school. So, I don't dare to treat her weakly... Don't worry, I won't tell Qiu Guiying whether she is a miserable person or not.
Just because of the previous friendship between her and you, we have to do our best to treat her as well, right?"
This head cook used to be quite honest.
But since then, when food began to become scarce, the little authority he had suddenly became extremely important!
Anyone in the production team who wants to have a good relationship with him has to queue up!
Only then did the cook start to become a little more public in his behavior.
But there's one good thing about this guy: he has great eyes.
The cook can tell who can...
As for which people must not be provoked, the cook is very clear about this.
Luo Xuan's household registration was transferred to the Xiaolaojun production team not long ago.
But in the minds of cadres and members, Luo Xuan's status is very high.
therefore,
For Luo Xuan's sake, the cook did take good care of Qiu Guiying.
Luo Xuan was preparing for a rainy day, warning him in advance that the cook's head in front of him was starting to swell a bit.
In another two months.
As a custodian in the production team, his importance will be highlighted.
After the big cafeteria is disbanded, this guy will return to his good qualities of humility, and it will be his turn to make friends with the warehouse keeper in the production team, and have a warm and friendly chat...
It’s funny even thinking about it!
This can really be regarded as: the situation changes, and you will switch to the next one in half a year.
Huo Futou didn't dare to ask for his own cigarette, and Luo Xuan was happy to save the 36 cents.
Patting him on the shoulder, Luo Xuan went into the kitchen to find Bu Yaoming, who was squatting inside in a daze.
There are more than a dozen large pots in the large dining hall.
There is always some residual fire left in the stove of one of the large pots.
This is for cooking the next meal. It is convenient to light a fire in the big dining hall.
During this period, "matches" were in short supply.
The production team has a quota for the canteen every month.
Huo Futou is the same as Uncle Zhou of the Zhengxing Brigade: he loves to smoke dry cigarettes.
This thing saves money and doesn't require matches.
Therefore, they all have a habit of saving as much matches as possible to meet their own needs for smoking dry tobacco.
actually,
This can be regarded as taking advantage of the public. However, this advantage is too small, and ordinary cadres and members will not care about them.
Chickens don't pee, they all have their own way.
It only costs a few cents for a box of matches, so don’t worry about it.
