Reborn in the red years, I am farming in space

Chapter 212 The big iron bull of the production team [Thank you for your company all the way, the data has skyrocketed, thank you very much! 】

Luo Xuan just walked to the door of the house.

But I saw Chen Xiaoduan, holding a "food box" in his hand, standing at the door of his house knocking.

"Huh, Luo Xuan?"

When Chen Xiaoduan heard the noise, he turned around and saw Luo Xuan, and couldn't help being taken aback, "I thought you were sleeping late! I knocked for a long time, but I didn't see you coming to open the door."

Luo Xuan chuckled, "Those guests have to get up early in the morning to hurry, 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 the age of 5, they can occasionally sleep in.

Others really dare not stay in bed.

Otherwise, the gossip of the seven aunts and the eight aunts can drown people in just the saliva.

In the production team, you are not afraid of being called stupid, but afraid of being called lazy.

How dare a farmer's family who are born to plan food in the ground be lazy?

In that case, it will be difficult to marry a wife in the future.

Luo Xuan opened the door,
Chen Xiaoduan then followed in with his things, "This is the noodle porridge my mother made for you, there are two steamed buns and a piece of pickle, you can just make do with it."

The food boxes in Chen Xiaoduan's hands were basically made before liberation.

Now that there is a new society, even if the families of rural commune members want to deliver food to the fields, it can be solved with one 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, apart from the main labor force and other children in the families of the members, many people do not have breakfast.

The breakfast that Chen Xiaoduan brought up this time was actually not very good: a bowl of porridge made from smashed black beans, soybeans, and cowpeas mixed with a little rice and smashed wheat.

This kind of porridge is called "natural pure green pollution-free healthy food" in future generations.

But in this era, it is rough food that is difficult to swallow: just because it has not been processed soy food, it has a natural beany smell.

There is also a lack of grain processing machines, and the crushed wheat grains, with bran on them, are a bit difficult to digest.

In history, there was an emperor who was tortured to death because he was greedy for rice made from new wheat.
Luo Xuan picked up the bowl of porridge and forced himself to gulp down it.

In fact, I already had breakfast.

But Chen Xiaoduan's mother boiled an extra bowl of mixed noodle porridge for herself, and she couldn't help but appreciate it.

Otherwise, there will be no next time.
Chen Xiaoduan could not help but feel a little strange seeing that Luo Xuan was only eating the porridge, but did not eat the two buns, "My mother said that your house has a stove, no pot, chopsticks and bowls, so it is only when you are making breakfast. I made an extra copy for you.

Why don't you eat Wowotou?How can you fight hunger with just that bowl of porridge? "

Luo Xuan said: "I woke up early in the morning and ate two rice cakes, so I'm not hungry now."

Chen Xiaoduan said, "So that's the case? Hehehe, just now, I thought you were reluctant to eat it and planned to save the buns for lunch at noon."

Luo Xuan also laughed, "That's not the case. Although I'm also from the countryside, I'm not that poor. It's just that there are indeed many students in school. Their life is very difficult and they can't afford breakfast. "

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. My monthly salary may not be enough to supplement it. "

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.

Even a part of it is deducted to support various constructions.

It is not easy for teachers who have a fixed salary every month, but it is even more difficult for these students who come to school to study at home.

Especially some of the female students from the production team, their lives are miserable!

Because in the concept of their parents: precious food should be used to protect the main labor force of the family.

Next is the male at home.

Because these boys will become the pillars of the family when they grow up, so their parents value these boys more and are more inclined to give priority to ensuring their food supply.

And girls. Everyone understands it.

It cannot simply be blamed on these parents for patriarchy.

It is because of the extreme scarcity of resources at hand that they have to make this difficult choice
After Luo Xuan finished eating, he put the bowl, pickles, and the two black steamed buns into the food box, "I steamed rice at school at noon, so I don't need the steamed buns anymore.

I'm afraid it will go bad if I leave it.

So you should take it back, I still have a few rice cakes here, you also take it back, please Auntie try something new. "

Chen Xiaoduan said with a smile, "I was ordered by my old mother to come here to deliver food to you. How can there be any reason to bring things home? If you want to deliver, you should do it yourself. Anyway, I am not involved in this matter."

Chen Xiaoduan's mother's steamed buns, to be honest, really have to sell and sell, depending on the appearance.

But no matter how dexterous she is and how well she seasons it, the whole-wheat steamed bread still has a rough taste and is difficult to swallow.

Luo Xuan has soft, glutinous and sweet glutinous rice cakes, why eat corn bread without salt and taste?
Chen Xiaoduan didn't want to take things from her home, so Luo Xuan had no choice but to pick up a few Baoguba that Du Juan had brought over, put them in a food box, and brought them to Chen's mother.

When we arrived at Chen Xiaoduan's home,
Mother Chen said a few words politely, and then said to Chen Xiaoduan, "Xiaoduan, yesterday you said that the school leaders insisted on asking you to organize an art show, how are you preparing?"

Chen Xiaoduan scolded her mother, "Mom, it's about work, what are you talking about in front of Luo Xuan?"

Knock the gong to listen to the sound, listen to the sound.

Chen Xiaoduan is a very proud person in his bones.

Last time, she lightly mentioned this art show with Luo Xuan, but in fact, Chen Xiaoduan had a kind of idea at that time: if it's okay, it's fine, if it's not, then it's down.

Chen Xiaoduan just asked casually, wanting to see if Luo Xuan had any good ideas.

therefore,

In the past two days, she was urged to die by Principal Yuan, but Chen Xiaoduan never mentioned this matter in front of Luo Xuan.

Chen Xiaoduan's mother, at this time, pretended to be careless and brought up the old story again.

How could Luo Xuan not know her intentions?
"I have a nursery rhyme, I wonder if it can be done?"

Luo Xuan said, "It's just that I can't compose music, and I can't write lyrics. I can only hum and see if you can do anything about it?"

Chen Xiaoduan asked in surprise, "Then how did you write the song "Little Members in the Production Team" last time?"

Luo Xuan replied, "That's Zhang Wei from the radio station. He secretly asked someone to compose the 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 for you."

Chen's mother also chimed in, "Our family Xiaoduan is a top student at Guomin No. [-] Girls Middle School. She can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Not to mention her, even I can accompany you. It's a pity that there is no one at home. Things like guzheng and flute."

"Oh my mother! Why are you always talking about the past?"

Chen Xiaoduan pushed her mother, "Mom, I want to eat egg pancakes at noon, can you make me a meal of white flour pancakes and rice porridge?"

Mother Chen said with a smile, "Okay! You guys go ahead and I won't get in the way here."

When Mother Chen left, Chen Xiaoduan took a pen and paper, and brought Luo Xuan to the small courtyard in the backyard.

Luo Xuan took a deep breath, wiped off his face and put it in his pocket, then began to moan in a low voice: "Zhang Xiaoniu, Wang Xiaoniu, I came to see the cows in the breeding yard. Yellow cows, black cows, flowery cows, there are big iron cows in the team." Iron bulls are full of energy, they don’t eat grass, they just drink oil.”

"what?"

Chen Xiaoduan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed wantonly: "Hahaha, hahaha——"

Luo Xuan said angrily, "You try laughing again??"

Chen Xiaoduan was out of breath laughing, and quickly covered his mouth with both hands.

But puffs of puffs of air still came out from between her onion-like fingers.

"Dare to laugh?"

Although Luo Xuan is not very old now, at least he was an adult in his previous life.

Now in front of other people, humming the most childish nursery rhyme, how can he keep his face? !

"stop laughing?"

Luo turned around, pretending to leave, "Stop singing, we can't get involved in your show. Find another Gao Ming, I'm quitting!"

Hearing the noise in the courtyard, she kept her ears up to pay attention to Chen's mother.

At this time, she also came running from the back door, and said to Chen Xiaoduan, "Xiaoduan, what are you laughing at? Isn't Luo Xuan's song suitable for you elementary school students to perform?"

Chen Xiaoduan forced himself to hold back his laughter, but his pretty face was distorted, "Mom! I really can't hold back my laughter.

Hehehe, Luo Xuan, I didn't mean to laugh. Puchi..."

"Sorry, sorry hahaha!"

Chen Xiaoduan shrugged his shoulders, "I was thinking, you can use this kind of duckling nursery rhyme to participate in the art performance, can it work?"

"Please change the interrogative sentence into an affirmative sentence."

Luo Xuan replied, "You don't even think about it, what kind of cultural performance is that? It's a performance for the entire county's primary and secondary schools to present to the National Day!

We are not going to enterprises, institutions, factories and mines to hold condolence performances.

These participating programs in elementary schools must firstly conform to the main theme, and secondly, must conform to the age group of our elementary and middle school students and the lively and active personalities of our elementary and middle school students. "

Hearing what Luo Xuan said, Chen Xiaoduan, who was still snickering to himself, suddenly understood: what Luo Xuan just said was right!

What are the higher ups advocating now?
The higher authorities are encouraging all the students who come out of the production team to study hard and strive to be an excellent commune member with morality, discipline, culture and knowledge!

Encourage them to feel at ease, build agricultural cooperatives well, 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 this is not in line with the call of the higher authorities to create a group of cultural programs that can be catchy and easy to understand for the members of the production team?
If you don't use the song that Luo Xuan hummed just now.

When it was time for the performance, Chen Xiaoduan jumped onto the stage by himself and played a piece of Chopin. Then, hehe.

It would be strange not to be rejected by the judges on the spot!
The song is high and few, applauded but not popular.

What a fart!

That kind of occasion is not the place to be elegant.
(End of this chapter)