Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 1320

I secretly put the remaining two baskets of steaming buns into the secret space. They can be used as breakfast in the future.

The next morning, Zhang Yu steamed rice. When he was refining lard yesterday, he wanted to eat rice with lard, so he steamed a big pot of rice early this morning.

Put a large bowl of the hot rice right out of the pot, then make a hole in the middle of the rice and put a spoonful of lard cooked yesterday in it. Overnight, the lard has turned into a milky white solid.

Pour a small spoonful of soy sauce, add some chopped oil residue and sprinkle some chopped green onions.

Soon, the lard gradually melted in the heat of the rice and blended into the rice along with the soy sauce. After stirring evenly, each grain of rice wrapped in lard and soy sauce, mixed with chopped oil residue, had an attractive color.

I couldn't wait to take a big bite and chew it slowly. Although it was just simple lard and soy sauce, it tasted extremely sweet.

I continued to eat with big mouthfuls. My eldest cousin came over after smelling the aroma and asked, "Xiao Yu, what are you eating?"

"The rice with lard is in the pot. Go and get it if you want to eat." Ever since Zhang Yu started cooking, several cousins ​​would come to eat from time to time.

My sister-in-law was in charge of the finances at home, so we lived frugally. My cousins ​​all had salaries, and they kept the rest for themselves except for part of their living expenses. So I would often buy something, cook it here, and leave a portion for him.

Just bring the food home after it’s done, and don’t worry about it. My aunt will then store the food and eat it during festivals.

Zhao Feng didn't care when he heard that. He took out the bowl and chopsticks from the kitchen cupboard and filled a bowl of rice.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, your cooking is much better than my mom's." Zhao Feng took a big bite and turned his head to say.

"I don't think my cooking is delicious, it's the rice and lard that are delicious?" Zhang Yubai glared at him.

Zhao Feng just chuckled without saying anything, and kept eating rice.

After dinner, I looked at the time and it was already 7:30, half an hour before work at 8 o'clock.

He didn't even have time to clean up the dishes, he just put them on the table, packed up his clothes, turned to his eldest cousin and said, "Brother, I'm late for work, you can help me pack up and lock the door later."

Zhao Feng continued to eat and waved his hand: "Leave it to me."

He rushed to the logistics department to take over this week's tasks. After all, he had only been working for a short time, so he only took over one week's work at a time.

At first, it was planned to let him work in the office first, but it would be inappropriate for him to always rely on Uncle Wang's relationship, as it would be bad if people would talk about Uncle Wang being partial.

So, after learning enough, Zhang Yu took the initiative to apply for purchasing.

The job is to purchase food, and we were given a minimum target. Of course, the more we purchase, the better.

Even though we thought it would be difficult for him to achieve the target and he was unlikely to exceed it, we still gave him more purchase orders.

According to the address on the list, I went to the slaughterhouse, and after entering, I handed the list to the director of the slaughterhouse.

I got the pork smoothly, and then went to the sugar factory and the soy sauce factory, and visited them one by one.

During this process, Zhang Yu tried to collect as much product information as possible.

Although he is not familiar with the price information of these commodities, he will seriously learn from others what he did not know before.

After looking at the purchasing tasks, only vegetables were left. I thought this would be the easiest item to purchase, but I didn't expect something went wrong with this item.

Maybe he missed the time and there were no so many vegetables in the market.

Normally, vegetables would be delivered to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill in the morning every day, and this batch of vegetables was subsidized by the factory at its own expense.

Including pork, these are subsidies purchased by the factory for workers who worked overtime this week.

Seeing the remaining not-so-fresh vegetables here, he simply went to the team where he purchased goods last time. It had been many days since the last time, and the new batch of vegetables and eggs should have been almost stockpiled.

When I went to Zhangyu to purchase vegetables, I happened to see a pig being slaughtered in the village. One pig broke its leg when it jumped over the wall to escape. Its leg injury has not healed well and it doesn't eat much. It is about to lose weight.

So the village decided to sell it. Since they had come across it, they wouldn't miss it.

The production brigade I visited this time was near Beijing and had a relatively large population, so there was actually a telephone in the team.

He immediately borrowed a phone and called the Logistics and Procurement Department: "Hello, this is Zhang Yu from Logistics. Please connect me to Director Wang from the Logistics Department."

After waiting for a while, the call came back.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, is there anything wrong?" Uncle Wang asked anxiously, fearing that something might happen to his comrade's child under his nose.

"Uncle Wang, I was shopping downstairs today. There happened to be an injured pig downstairs that needed to be slaughtered today. It hadn't been sent to the market yet. I just happened to run into it. I wanted to ask, does our factory need to purchase anything?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Xiaoyu, tell the team leader to keep it for our factory. I'll take people there right away." Upon hearing that there was pork, Director Wang, whose hair had turned white due to recent purchasing difficulties, immediately asked him to stay.

The team leader was very happy to hear that they wanted all of them. After all, during this festive period in the village, few people were willing to eat meat.

It cost a lot of money to buy the pigs. Every spring, we catch a piglet not to eat ourselves, but to sell it for money during the New Year.

But the grain that farmers received in a year was not enough for them to eat. People could not even get enough to eat, so the pigs had even less to eat. They mainly drank hot pot water, sweet potato bran mixed with dry sweet potato leaves, peanut vines, etc.

In spring and summer, when there is pig grass to be harvested, we mainly feed the pigs with that grass, so the pigs grow very slowly.

I fed it with great effort until the end of the year, and it only grew to over 120 pounds. I didn't want to kill it during the New Year, so it only weighs 160 or 170 pounds now.

The pig was originally intended to be sold for money, but I didn't expect that if I wasn't careful, the pig would jump out of the circle and run away, breaking its leg.

We called a veterinarian, who said that the weather was too hot and the wound was not healing well. Also, the dog had not been eating much recently and was losing weight quickly.

It's hot this season, and the fish won't be kept for long after they've been killed. I was worrying about that, but then I ran into a buyer from a big factory who wanted all of them at once.

Both parties got what they needed and the transaction was very smooth. The Red Star Steel Rolling Mill got the pork. Recently, they were notified from above that they had to work overtime, so it was just right to get some extra subsidies so that the workers could have more energy.

As for the brigade, not only did they get money from disposing of the pork, they also received a certificate from the steel plant, which allowed them to purchase some new farm tools from the factory, making farm work more convenient in the future.

Along the way, Director Wang praised Zhang Yu again and again. He was worried because the slaughterhouse had daily pork supply targets.

The factory always asks for subsidies for workers and to increase profits. Where can he find pork from the factory in this year?

This pig can at least last for a few days, giving him time to make a profit. "Xiaoyu, next time there is such an opportunity, buy it first and then call. The factory must have it."

"Uncle Wang, I'm lucky to encounter this once!" Zhang Yu smiled bitterly. However, this was also an opportunity. If he had extra pork in the future, he could get some and sell it every two or three months in the name of purchasing.

However, it can't be too much. Two or three times a year is enough, and the amount must be controlled.

It's sold in small quantities, under the name of purchasing, and is sold to a collective. Plus, with Uncle Wang as a guarantee, no one should investigate carefully.

However, when purchasing, you must find a good reason, and it is best to let your colleagues encounter the scene of purchasing by yourself twice.

When someone questions it, there will naturally be colleagues who have seen it and will help explain it to you.

But the quantity can’t be too large. It’s just going to be there anyway, so why not take it out?

Furthermore, by the 80s, materials were abundant and there was nothing that could not be bought.

Early in the morning, before anyone woke up, the yard was in chaos.

Several street staff rushed into the courtyard and soon announced a meeting.

The courtyard was in a mess. After a long period of pushing and shoving, all the residents of the courtyard finally gathered together. After they arrived, they kept mumbling to themselves.

"What are you doing, so noisy so early in the morning?"

"I don't know. I'm still cooking on the stove. It will get burnt soon."

"Who isn't? I'm cooking and I have to go to work soon. I don't know when this meeting will end. If you're late, you'll be fined."

"That's right, if there's anything, we can't talk about it at night."

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"Quiet! Quiet! Listen to me." They didn't stop talking until the staff of the street office lost their temper.

The staff of the subdistrict office said that it was someone who reported that many people in the courtyard had secretly occupied state property.

To put it bluntly, it is because the ceilings of the courtyard houses are relatively high, and most of the families who were short of houses in the courtyard built partitions and added a second floor. Some people became jealous and reported everyone.

"Who is this? We can't even repair our own house." The tall and strong eldest brother of the Feng family in the yard yelled angrily: "If I know who it is, I will tear his head off and stuff it into my butt."

It’s no wonder that the eldest son of the Feng family was angry. There were seven sons in their family, but only two rooms, and they were all of marriageable age.

But without a house, how can any woman be willing to go on a blind date? Even if there is a woman willing, where will she live after she gets married?
The children in his family are very difficult to deal with. To put it bluntly, matchmakers avoid his house, fearing that they will be introduced to blind dates someday.

Now, they finally took advantage of this opportunity to divide the two rooms into two floors. Just like Zhang Yu's upstairs, it was even smaller than his upstairs, with five rooms divided out, and four rooms downstairs. In addition to one room for his parents to live in, the rest of the rooms were used as dining areas, and each of the brothers had a room. This was the first time they had their own room since they were young.

Now that he had a house and the guys were good-looking and tall, matchmakers came to his house to introduce him to blind dates.

"Be quiet! We are not here to cause trouble. We just want to check what the situation is. Do the separated buildings meet the standards?" A young man from the street office subconsciously took a few steps back when he saw the seven brothers of the Feng family.

I remembered that I was a street clerk and so many people were watching me, so I couldn’t retreat.

I mustered up the courage and encouraged myself. So many people were there, it was impossible for them to come and beat him up. Besides, it was not his fault.

"We are here this time because someone reported you for embezzling state property. Is that true?"

"That's not true. Who is talking nonsense?" The residents of the courtyard house said in unison. Even those who did not build partitions disagreed.

After all, just because they don’t need it now doesn’t mean they won’t need it when they have more children in the future.

After inspection by the street office staff and discussion with the higher-ups, they agreed to their idea of ​​adding a second floor.

However, the added second floor must undergo street inspection and must meet the building strength requirements before it can continue to be lived in.

Although the incident was over, many residents of the courtyard discussed together: "Uncle Zhao, this matter cannot be left like this."

"That's right, that's right. Once this precedent is set, will everyone who has any good things in the future be reported?" The crowd echoed.

After all, they sometimes buy some good things in the pigeon market. These are tacit matters and no one will report them.

But this report has set a bad precedent. When you think about eating good food in the future, someone is watching you in the dark.

I couldn't help but shudder. No, I couldn't just let this go. I had to find the person who reported it.

Then the residents of the courtyard started looking for the whistleblower, each with his own method and way.

Uncle Zhao and other managers in the courtyard contacted their friends and apprentices and went through official channels.

The group in the middle used their interpersonal relationships and contacted relatives everywhere to try to find that person.

Those young people who are unemployed use their advantages in society to ask their brothers everywhere for help.

Many women, on the other hand, took advantage of their gossip skills and tried to grasp the key points from the clues.

Anyway, everyone in the entire courtyard took action. Snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways.

And so someone actually found some clues.

Just then, a gangster from the front yard came running over in a hurry: "Brother Feng, I got some news from a brother from the street office. The night before, someone in the courtyard next door was holding a letter and lingering by the street office for a long time."

"It's just that my brother doesn't hang out in our area very often. I just saw him entering the courtyard next door when I was going home. It was a little dark, so I couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew he was a young man wearing blue clothes."

The eldest brother of the Feng family patted him on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter. This little bit of information is enough. With this little bit of information, we can grasp this little bit and then work our way down little by little."

"Thanks to your brother this time, I'll treat you guys to dinner another day."

Zheng Gouzi touched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "Brother Feng, what are you talking about? Aren't the things in the courtyard my business? If the people in the courtyard hadn't given me food to eat when I came here, I would have been buried in the ground long ago."

"Okay, he's the one who gets things done." Then he took him to find the aunties in the courtyard, told them the clue, and they immediately started chatting.

This one said, "There were quite a few people coming in and out of the courtyard next door last night, but there were only a few wearing blue clothes."