"By the way, webmaster, if our canteen wants to buy meat through normal channels, how do we buy it?" Li Heng suddenly thought of this question.
"I can only wait for the street office to give me some meat tickets, but it's not easy. It's good to have it once or twice a year. You should also know that there is not enough meat these days, so the street office can only hurry up first.
Residents within the jurisdiction, and then consider each unit.”
Lao Zhang gets depressed when he mentions this. Their scrap station is always at the back. Last year, they only received five kilograms of meat in total. Five kilograms of meat were divided among dozens of employees. Tsk tsk, it's pitiful just thinking about it.
He is also difficult as the webmaster. He has been running around the director and deputy director, but it is of no use!
Just counting the votes, if there are more units that you want, the leaders have to consider everything, right?
"Old Zhang, do you think if we take our own money and go to the ghost market to collect some meat tickets, will anyone come to trouble us?"
"I understand what you mean, I've done this kind of thing before." Stationmaster Zhang squatted next to Li Heng and said: "As long as you don't get caught, you won't be in trouble, but who has so many problems?
Meat tickets, unlike others, are only 2 taels per household per month, how many do you think you can sell." Webmaster Zhang shook his head.
Li Heng thought of Ma San, who sold his blanket that night. If anyone could possibly get more meat tickets, it would be him.
"Okay, I'll try it later."
"Hmm? Can you buy it?"
"Not necessarily, I'm just trying."
"Pah!" Lao Zhang patted his thigh: "Er Heng, as long as you can get the tickets, one yuan twenty one pound, we will take them all."
"What you said, can I still make money from our own company? Then what will happen to me?" Li Heng glanced sideways at the webmaster next to him.
"If you can really collect it, I'll charge you more money, and I'll give it to us to stand on it."
"Hehe" Lao Zhang smiled and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, popped one out and handed it over.
"Hey, I also hope you can do more." After lighting the cigarette, Lao Zhang raised his chin and gestured behind him.
"Comrades have not seen Youxingxing since the Chinese New Year. We eat some vegetarian dishes and multigrain steamed buns every day, which is not full at all. We still have physical work here. If we don't eat well, we won't be able to work hard.
But our recycling station is something that my uncle and grandma don’t love, and it’s not as good as other companies.”
"If you can't compare, you can't compare. Let's find a way on our own." Li Heng wished that the leader would not look at him, otherwise he would not be able to care for himself in old age.
"You are quite reasonable. I don't even understand what you are thinking about. The waste recycling station is a unit that no one wants to come to. Director Wang told me that you chose to come here that day. She was a little confused at the time."
"Hey, how else can I think about it, Lao Zhang, brother, I'm tired, that's all, I have no other ideas."
Li Heng smiled faintly and looked towards the door, where people would come in from time to time. They were ordinary people who came to buy things they could use at home.
"Tired?" Stationmaster Zhang was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he realized why the kid in front of him said he was tired.
Not only was I tired, but the only reason I came back alive was because of the smoke coming out of my ancestral graves, especially when I went to the Yalu River later.
He didn't say anything anymore and just took a long drag on his cigarette.
…
Li Heng didn't go back after get off work that afternoon and continued to live in the office. He planned to go to the ghost market again this morning, not just because of the meat tickets.
But he obviously forgot what he promised others that morning.
After dinner in the evening, Fang Xiaoqing waited at the gate of the courtyard until after eight o'clock, and then went back gloomily.
"What's wrong? This is like eggplant beaten by frost."
"Brother Erheng said he would reply to me tonight, but he hasn't come back yet."
When Fang Xiaoya, who was sitting with Fang's mother doing needlework, heard the name, her hand movements paused, and then she continued working as if nothing had happened, but her ears were already perked up.
"If you don't come back, it's because someone has something to do. Go inside and study for a while. I agree that you can go hunting with me on the weekends, but if you delay your studies because of this, there will be no future."
"Don't worry, Dad, don't you know my level yet?" Fang Xiaoqing picked up the jar on the table and took a sip, saying nonchalantly.
"You agreed because you knew me, but don't push yourself too far."
"I know, I know, dad, how come you haven't educated your students enough in school, and you still have to continue to educate me when you come back. Come on, I'll go in and study."
When Fang Xiaoqing saw his father's unkind gaze, he immediately shrank his head and walked into his room in three steps at a time.
"Dad, I also want to go with Xiaoqing on the weekend." Fang Xiaoya pursed her lips and said this.
"Xiaoya, isn't it bad for a big girl like you to go out with three men?"
Before Fang's father could say anything, Fang's mother was unhappy. How could such a big girl go into the mountains with a few men these days?
I won’t marry anyone anymore.
"Mom, I want Brother Erheng to teach me how to shoot. As you know, I'm on the front line now. If I can't even fire a gun, wouldn't it be a joke if I go out in the field in the future?"
"There's no one in your bureau to teach you?"
"Yes, there are, but there are not that many bullets."
"Then Erheng has bullets?"
"He told me that he would find a way to get it. Isn't this hunting trip just an opportunity to learn."
he he he
Fang Xiaoya's words made Father Fang frown.
He didn't know whether Li Heng would be a good match for his daughter, but now it was impossible for that boy to accept his daughter.
Not to mention him, even the two of them couldn't accept it.
What's more, even if it can succeed, it will still be questioned by secular concepts. Who knows what will happen in the future.
Therefore, Father Fang is extremely reluctant to let these two people get too close, but the reason given by his daughter is too strong.
but……
"No." Father Fang shook his head firmly: "They will spend the night in the mountains when they go out this time. You can't go. You can ask Er Heng to teach you how to shoot, but you can't go hunting this time. There is no need to discuss it."
After hearing what her husband said, Fang's mother breathed a sigh of relief.
When Fang Xiaoya saw that her father's attitude of refusal was very strong, she remained silent and lowered her head to continue mending her clothes.
…
At two o'clock in the morning, Li Heng woke up on time in the office and set off to the ghost market.
Maybe I came here a little early today. There weren't too many people here, and there weren't many people selling things, but there was a guy selling chickens.
Why don't you put it in your wallet quickly? What are you waiting for?
It’s so expensive! It’s only 2.8 yuan a piece, and it’s a rooster.
But no one will sell the hens, they are kept for laying eggs.
After wandering around and buying a few more eggs, he was thinking of finding someone to ask about Ma San, when the guy's strange appearance appeared in his eyes.