Siheyuan: Since 51

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but chuckle and said comfortingly: "The higher-ups have taken good care of our fellow Mongolians. They are a little better off than us. As long as you work hard, you will definitely gain something."

As he spoke, he curved his lips slightly and said, "Set up a convoy, load the tea leaves I asked you to prepare, and go early and come back early."

Liang Zepeng was stunned and asked, "Tea? Why don't we keep it for ourselves?"

"Bullshit, use your brain."

Lin Zhiyuan pointed to his temple and said unhappily, "For two consecutive years, I asked you to prepare so much tea. Are we going to drink it ourselves? How long do you plan to drink it? Five years, or ten years?"

As he spoke, he shook his head and explained patiently.

"Mongol compatriots eat meat all year round, so vegetarian dishes and tea are indispensable. Nowadays, with production reductions everywhere, vegetarian dishes are definitely in short supply, and tea becomes even more important. Bringing tea as a gift will definitely get twice the result with half the effort."

Liang Zepeng pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized something and couldn't help but smacking his lips.

"Brother Lin, you know so much. I've been to Saibei and never noticed it."

Lin Zhiyuan rolled his eyes and said, "Read more books and observe more."

After saying that, he raised his eyebrows and made a joke.

"Director Liang, be prepared, especially for safety. Then be at ease and go early and come back early."

Liang Zepeng chuckled, "Okay."

Come with a sad face and leave happily.

After Liang Zepeng left, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile.

A few years ago, people went to the south of the Yangtze River for soybeans and to the north of the Yangtze River for mutton.

In Lin Zhiyuan's heart, Liang Zepeng is a man who gets things done and is grateful.

If there is an opportunity, we should certainly give such talents a push.

in the afternoon.

Li Huaide took a break from his busy schedule and came to Lin Zhiyuan's office.

Sit down and light a cigarette.

Li Huaide began to complain, "Zhiyuan, why don't we fight for the farm?"

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled and asked back: "Why do you have to fight for it? It's highly unlikely to succeed, so why would you feel uncomfortable fighting for it?"

Li Huaide was stunned and asked suspiciously, "No way? How can it not work if many parties benefit?"

Lin Zhiyuan crossed his legs and said with a smile: "Putting it on the superior's meeting table will indeed benefit many parties. What if it can't be put on the table? Think about it, will the leader not want face?"

Then, he continued his analysis.

"What do the people behind Liang Qunxing think? Earlier you spoke very confidently, saying that he was not doing his job properly. I supported you and spoke for you at the meeting. Now you want me to slap myself in the face again, and you want me to drag others to slap myself in the face..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Huaide understood and slapped his thigh.

"That's what I said. You didn't mention a word about the Party Committee meeting."

Lin Zhiyuan took a puff of cigarette and said slowly.

"The farm is just a trigger. Otherwise, how can we make them justify their wrongdoings? How can we get through the subsequent Zepeng and Ping'an matters?"

"Hahaha, that makes sense. You understand human nature much better than I do."

Li Huaide laughed a few times, and then turned it into a sneer.

"Damn it, you want to ruin Zepeng and Ping'an's plans. Isn't Director Liang a great guy? Isn't he supposed to work hard for his employees? I have to help him gain some fame."

Then he stood up and said, "I'm going to get some wind."

Five days later, Sun Pingan led the team into the mountains, and Liang Zepeng led the team north.

The two newly promoted deputy directors will naturally give their all as their first step after taking office.

Fengshen Li Huaide secretly fanned the flames, and the farm that was previously rejected was brought up again.

All the workers in the factory are waiting for Liang Qunxing to make up for the loss.

As for Liang Zepeng and Sun Pingan, they received a lot of praise.

Especially Sun Ping'an, who would always bring back wild boars or something every now and then.

Even if the quantity is small, it is better than nothing, and it is still meat!

In order to reverse the image, Liang Qunxing ran around and vowed to promote the establishment of affiliated farms.

As a result, as expected, Minister Song behind him almost cursed.

The affiliated farm was closed as nothing unexpected happened.

When the employees heard the news, they were not as polite as Minister Song and started cursing.

For a long time, factory director Liang Qunxing was extremely depressed.

The cold wind came quietly.

The long-awaited winter snow still has not appeared.

There were a few times when it just shook for a while and was done in a few minutes, without even a layer of floor covering on the ground.

It is conceivable that there will be a poor harvest next year.

February 60, 2, the 10th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Liang Zepeng lived up to everyone's expectations and brought back three carts of mutton.

Upon hearing the news, the majority of employees almost kowtowed to Liang Zepeng.

It is really too difficult. It is easy to get hungry without oil and water. I cannot eat enough and my wife and children suffer too. This life is... It is hard to describe in words!

When he saw Liang Zepeng again, Lin Zhiyuan almost didn't recognize him.

He had an unshaven beard, chapped skin on his face, and frostbite on his hands.

He stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work, Director Liang."

Liang Zepeng pursed his dry lips.

"It's not a big deal. It's my job."

After saying that, he chuckled, "Brother Lin, you are right. When I arrived at the grassland, I took out tea to visit my Mongolian compatriots, and they were very enthusiastic."

Lin Zhiyuan made a cup of tea and said, "Have a drink first. Are you done with the handover?"

"It's over."

Liang Zepeng took a puff of cigarette and said excitedly: "I also made friends with two Anda over there, which means we are sworn brothers."

Lin Zhiyuan's heart moved and his eyebrows raised.

"Wow, does this mean there will be no shortage of mutton in the future?"

Liang Zepeng was startled, then waved his hands.

"How is that possible? It takes about a year for a sheep to grow up. They can't afford it."

As he said this, he smacked his lips and smiled smugly.

"But with them around, there's always something to gain every few months."

Lin Zhiyuan sighed, "I took it for granted. It's better to have it than not to have it."

Tang Wenqiang immediately made arrangements for the mutton to be stored.

At noon, everyone in the factory eats meat.

There is not much meat in the stewed mutton with radish, only one or two pieces in one serving.

The soup made from sheep bones and some sheep offal is a bit spicy and salty.

Each person gets a bowl of milky bone soup, free of charge.

The workers' eyes were filled with tears, and they couldn't help talking about it while eating.

"Director Liang is awesome! I heard that it's very cold in the northern part of the country. Even peeing can freeze you. You've been there for more than a month. It must be a real ordeal!"

"That's right. I just ran into Director Liang and I almost didn't recognize him."

"Hey, tell me, we both have the same surname Liang, why are there such big differences in our personalities?"

……

Even though there were three carts of mutton, Tang Wenqiang did not dare to waste it.

Eat meat twice a week until the mutton is finished.

Notices were posted in several cafeterias explaining the reasons.

The employees can understand it too.

Bone broth was provided until it ran out.

It’s free too, has a bit of meaty flavor, and can be eaten with steamed buns.

This move has won unanimous praise.

In the blink of an eye, it's Chinese New Year again.

All factory workers, regardless of their position, received one pound of mutton as a benefit, and more than 10,000 pounds of mutton were consumed.

Three carts of mutton sounds like a lot, but it's only about 500 sheep.

A sheep weighs about 100 kilograms. After removing the bones, it can produce about 60 kilograms of meat, which totals about 30,000 kilograms.

In order to ensure that their employees have a good New Year, the steel rolling mill went all out.

There are still some mutton offal and bones left, which can be used to make soup after the New Year.

There is no New Year's Eve this year, and we will have a holiday on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

after get off work.

When Lin Zhiyuan returned home carrying a pound of meat, his eyes lit up.