Hello, 1983

Who is this comrade named Liu Qingshan, is he an employee of our auto factory?

At the Chuncheng Automobile Factory, Geng Jie, a senior party official, put down the phone, communicated with the translator beside him, and then asked the factory managers and engineers present.

These big bosses from the auto factory are gathered here because of the phone call just now.

The call was from AMC, a US company across the ocean. The cooperation between the two sides in the field of cars has reached a critical juncture, so it is so important.

In the call just now, Mr. Thomas, who has been promoted to the chief engineer of AMC, said that he will lead the company's team to come to Spring City again in early January of next year to start formal negotiations.

But at the end of the call, Mr. Thomas said that he hoped to be able to talk to a person named Liu Qingshan. There are important things to discuss, which are directly related to the upcoming negotiations.

When it comes to negotiation, there is no trivial matter, but the question now is:

Who is Liu Qingshan?

This time, Secretary Geng was stumped, and he could only brainstorm ideas.

The leaders present also looked at each other in dismay: I don’t think you’ve heard of it before?

Just when everyone was confused, Wu Wei, the chairman of the labor union, slowly put down the white porcelain cup in his hand and said slowly.

I remember that when Mr. Thomas was inspecting our factory, he suddenly fell ill and was rescued in time by a young man. At that time, this incident was even published in the newspaper. It seems that the young man was called Liu Qingshan, right?

After such a reminder, everyone really remembered that there was such a thing.

It's finally the right number, but knowing only one name doesn't seem to be of much use. Who knows where this young comrade Liu Qingshan lives, and where can I find him to answer the phone?

Or how to say that people have more wisdom. After some discussion, they quickly found Li Xuemei's head, and along this thread, Wu Jianjun and Liu Quangang were also led out.

Because according to the little nurse Li Xuemei: These two employees have been to Liu Qingshan's house!

That's right, the arduous task falls on these two employees named Wu Jianjun and Liu Quangang!

The corners of Wu Wei's mouth, the chairman of the labor union, were also slightly raised, obviously in a good mood, because Wu Jianjun, his own nephew, of course had to give him a push.

But after asking, I found out: these two young workers have been suspended without pay due to their improper work attitudes in the past few months.

Get back to work quickly. Our policy is to treat the sick and save people, not kill them with a single stick.

The leaders were also anxious, and soon, the leaders of the branch factories to which Fei Ge and Gangzi belonged began to come to the door.

After all this tossing, it was already evening. Gangzi had just closed the stall and was sitting in front of the table counting the money.

As soon as he heard that he was going to be called back to work at the factory, this guy shook his head vigorously:

If I don't go back, I won't go back if I'm killed. I earn more in one day than I work for a month. What am I going to do when I go back, unless my brain is kicked by a donkey!

As soon as the voice fell, his head was patted.

Looking back, it was his father who had been a worker all his life, and he didn't dare to make a sound immediately.

Since the last time they came back from Jiapigou, Brother Fei and Gang Zizhen have made a trip to Yangcheng. After counting the money sponsored by Liu Qingshan and their own efforts, they bought more than 100 sets of Chinese tunic suits.

As a result, it was about half a month after returning, and it was almost sold out. Brother Fei took the money and went to Yangcheng again. He hasn't come back yet.

After tasting the sweetness, Gangzi will not go back to work even if he uses a large sedan chair to invite him.

Gangzi's old father, an older generation of workers, still has a very deep affection for the factory. First, he suppressed Gangzi with a slap, and then after hearing the factory leader's explanation of his intention, he directly accepted it for his son.

You said earlier, didn't you just go for a run, or go to Qingshan's house, I didn't have enough fun last time.

Gangzi muttered, and finally added: I thought you were going to drag me back to the factory, I'm scared to death.

The leaders of the branch factory who came here are about to die of anger.

Did you say that?

But right now is the time to hire people, so I don't care about this guy, just leave overnight and drive to Bishui County.

In addition to the driver, there was a translator and a deputy secretary of the general factory in the car, who was in charge of the construction of the trade union.

After all, it is a matter of cooperation, and the factory attaches great importance to it, so the level of the people sent is not low.

On the other side of the main factory is a sub-ministerial unit of Tangtang, a deputy secretary, whose level is higher than that of the county magistrate.

Sitting in the car, Gangzi was still talking: It's time to kill the New Year's pig in the countryside, I wonder if the Qingshan family killed it?

...

Ow!

The final scream of the big fat pig can be heard by the whole village in Jiapigou.

It is estimated that he also knew that his death was imminent today, so this big fat pig weighing more than 200 pounds was screaming and struggling with his life.

As soon as the four people lifted the pig out of the sty, the guy jumped up and down, struggling to the ground.

Da Zhangluo had two arms tied in front of him and wanted to stop him, but he was knocked down by the big fat pig.

The big fat pig ran all the way, and rushed directly to the greenhouse. This time, everyone was frightened and shouted loudly.

If the rammed goods were brought into the greenhouse and the plastic sheets were damaged, the vegetables inside would have to go out of the garden.

But in the face of the crazy big fat pig, who dares to stop it head-on, and it really can't be stopped.

Seeing that the big fat pig had rushed to the front of the shed, a strange roar sounded:

dumb!

Then there was a thud, and the big fat pig lay directly on the ground, its hooves twitching and foaming from its mouth.

What's the situation?

Everyone rubbed their eyes, and then saw a person standing between the big fat pig and the greenhouse, with a naive smile on his face, who was not dumb.

Hiss!

In the yard, there was a sound of air-conditioning.

Those little dolls called Sa Huan immediately shut up and looked at the dumb grandpa timidly.

The dumb grandfather is an old widower, so he still prefers children. He stretched out his big fan-like hand and touched the head of the second child with a smile.

He was so frightened that Er Xiaozi screamed and ran while crying. He felt that he definitely didn't have that big fat pig to resist beating.

You son of a bitch, why are you running, and you won't hit you.

Liu Qingshan laughed and scolded twice. He saw it for real just now. Master slapped the big fat pig on the forehead and knocked the pig down with a slap.

This is real kung fu, Liu Qingshan almost lit up his eyes: I don't know when I will be able to practice like this?

Zhang Dashuai was the first to react: Hurry up and bring the pig over to let it bleed. If it dies in a while, it's time to cover the blood!

It was the four people who carried the pig just now. This time, they carried the big fat pig to the case without any effort.

A large basin was placed under the pig's head to receive the pig's blood. Zhang Dashuai went in with a white knife, and the red knife came out.

The basin was already sprinkled with salt, and Zhang Lao Liner took a wicker stick and stirred it vigorously.

Zhang Dashuai also looked at the mute grandfather with admiration: Dumb, in the future, let's slaughter pigs together. You slap first, and I'll slash again. Damn it, it's too labor-saving!

After the blood was drained, I started to shave the pig's hair, and then put the head and hoof into the water, and picked it up.

Zhang Dashuai is the best at blood sausage in the village, so he is also responsible for washing the intestines.

He flipped the pig's intestines skillfully with chopsticks, while he muttered in his mouth, and also flipped the small intestines with the dumb grandfather: You said, why didn't you accept me as an apprentice...

In the outhouse, several women were also busy cutting sauerkraut around a large cutting board.

Killing pig vegetables, sauerkraut is the main course, everything is several big pots.

In the pot, the large cut pieces of meat have been cooked, and the sauerkraut has also been put into the pot, and they are slowly murmuring together.

This must be stewed more, it is best to stew for a long time, the sauerkraut is thoroughly stewed, and it will be more flavorful.

In addition, the most important thing is that the blood tendons stirred by the pig's blood just now must be put into the pot and cooked together.

Without this stuff, pig-killing dishes would not be authentic.

When the blood sausage is filled, it will be slowly boiled in the large pot that serves as the yard.

To cook the blood sausage, keep the water in the pot slightly open. Zhang Dashuai stared at the pot table, holding a large horseshoe needle in his hand, and deflated the blood sausage one by one.

Master, do you want to get you a small bench to stand on top of, don't put your head in the pot.

No one else has anything to do, just smoke under the window in the sun, and joke with Zhang Dashuai in his mouth.

Zhang Dashuai shook the needle in his hand: Believe it or not, I will bleed you for a while.

They were teasing, and Liu Qingshan led a few half-sized boys, borrowing tables, chairs, benches, and tableware from the neighbors. Today, these guests have at least four tables.

There are two tables in each of my own house and my grandfather's house, and this is not a little doll watching the fun.

The little dolls didn't come to the table. After the meat in the pot was cooked, they cut a few large pieces. All the little dolls who came, put half a small bowl of meat, poured some soy sauce, and snorted and hurried to get out.

I also have to worry that they eat too much, the stomach can't stand it, and they dare not eat too much.

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was basically ready. Liu Qingshan went to the road to look around several times: Why is it not yet?

Yesterday he rode to the commune and invited Secretary Sun of the commune, and they all agreed.

Come, come, come!

I saw Captain Zhang rushing back first on a bicycle. After getting off the car, he panted and said to Liu Qingshan, Qingshan, there's a bunch of foodies here. Is there enough meat?

Uncle Captain, enough.

Liu Qingshan agreed with a smile, and cooked a pot of meat, almost half a fan of pork and half a son.

These hungry wolves!

Captain Zhang murmured again, and then explained that it turned out that when he went to the commune meeting today, there were representatives from each team in the Qingshan commune.

After the meeting was over, several party secretaries and village chiefs suddenly suggested that they would go to Jiapigou to visit the pig farms and greenhouses, and they had been thinking about it.

Captain Zhang won't do it if he doesn't agree, because the commune secretary has nodded his head.

It's alright, Uncle Captain, let's add another table.

If you can invite the commune secretary and the heads of the villages to eat pork, there will be a light on your face.

Soon more than a dozen bicycles appeared on the avenue. Grandpa Party Secretary and Captain Zhang called Liu Qingshan and went forward to greet them together.

These people got off their bicycles, one by one, all with big hands, big leather hats, and a layer of hoarfrost hanging on the hats, and they looked like they were in trouble.

After greeting each other for a while, Secretary Sun held Liu Qingshan's hand and laughed heartily:

Haha, everyone said that you have a pig farm in Jiapigou, and the pork must be delicious, so they all come to eat the big family.

They are all distinguished guests. We usually don't invite Jiapigou.

Liu Qingshan first said modestly, and then patted his small chest: There are more than 300 big fat pigs in our pig farm. Even if one pig is slaughtered a day, it can eat for a year!

Everyone was laughing together, and they were laughing and laughing. Suddenly, they heard the sound of the horns coming from the avenue, and I saw two jeeps swaying over.

It seems to be a car from the county, Qingshan, you didn't invite the county magistrate, did you?

Secretary Sun was the first to recognize the jeep.

Liu Qingshan blinked and was quite puzzled: Didn't you invite me?

The old Liu Zhishu from Shoulin Village also came and said from the side: That is, the county leader is so busy that he can still run dozens of miles to come to your house to eat pork?

Just as he was talking, he saw the jeep approaching. After parking, the door opened, and several people got off one after another.

Magistrate Wang, Magistrate Zheng!

Old Liu Zhishu was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand: Is the pork from Comrade Liu's house really so delicious?