Reborn in the red years, I am farming in space

Chapter 274 A Very Popular Chef's Head

Today, when Luo Xuan rushed to the large canteen of the production team, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, long past the time for lunch.

"Luo Xuan, are you here for dinner again?"

As usual, after finishing his work in the kitchen, he squatted under the eaves of the big dining hall, smoking a cigarette burner.

As soon as he saw Luo Xuan, he said calmly, "Today's lunch is gone. If you and the hunting team want to eat, I'll go and cook some sweet potato porridge for you."

Seeing that Luo Xuan didn't make a sound.

The chef added another sentence, "Do you want to eat or not?"

Luo Xuan chuckled: "Uncle, don't ask! If you ask, I'll eat it! I'm afraid that even the pot will be taken away by you, why don't you feel sorry for dead uncle?"

Team leader Bu Yaoming held onto the food in the storage room.

Too much for a cook who can't cook without rice nowadays, he completely lost the enthusiasm he had when he saw Luo Xuan before.

He also stopped making fun of Luo Xuan.

The production team needs to save food for spring plowing.

The people who were originally affiliated with Xiaolaojun's production team and the hunting team have now become a heavy burden in the big cafeteria.

But because of the policy above: members of other production teams can go to another production team to build a fire for dinner.

therefore,

Occasionally, the hunting team would come to the big cafeteria to eat and eat. This was in line with the policy, and no one could say anything about it.

Although, in fact, Luo Xuan and the hunting team seldom come to eat in the big cafeteria.

But after all, there are a lot of hunters, so as long as they come for a meal, the portion is quite a lot!
Food is expensive.

Today, 1 catty of grain is more important in the eyes of commune members than 10 catties of grain in the past.

"Hey, are you taking the blame? I'm afraid if this goes on, I'm going to screw myself up."

The cook sighed.

Smoking dry tobacco like a branding iron, bright red, "Eat, eat! Now in Maodong, the big guys don't have much farm work to do. But the big guys still have to repair canals, level the land, and do volunteer work.

Alas, life is open, but work is solid.

Everyone is [-]% full after eating, so what can we do to exert our energy?Old Bu, the dog, is just like a woman. She is so tight that she won't give me extra food! "

Bu Yaoming's voice came from inside the room: "Old Wangtou, you have to use your conscience when you speak. If you are not in charge of the family, you don't know if oil, salt, firewood and rice are expensive or what?

If I don't save some of these grains, when we open up wasteland next year, let everyone have enough to eat. How can everyone work?

The fat pigs raised in the breeding room, usually you kill one of them every three days to eat, but you have gained a good reputation.

But if I don’t keep a few heads for the New Year, then the commune members will have to skin me? "

The cook put his head on the stone steps, knocked out the remaining ashes in the smoke pot, and complained: "Captain Bu, what you said is reasonable, and I know the truth.

But everyone said they didn't have enough to eat, and chanted scriptures around my ears every day. It seemed that I had stolen all the food!
Luo Xuan, you help me judge the reason, you said, the grain that is taken out every day is weighed by the cadres in the production team.

When cooking, there are so many people staring at me, me, me, the conscience of heaven and earth. Where can I steal it? ! "

"ah tui"

A mouthful of thick phlegm, carrying the anger that should not have been carried by it, shot out from the cook's mouth.

"Clap" sound.

It hit hard on the hard frozen soil in the yard.

"Understand, understand."

Luo Xuan reached out and patted the cook's head on the shoulder, and then took out a pack of "Red Plum" cigarettes from his pocket.

He took out one and handed it to him: "Come on, Uncle, smoke a cigarette to calm down. The masses are not full and have resentment in their hearts. They don't understand your work so well, and it is understandable."

The cook took the cigarette with his head, put it under his nose and took a few deep breaths.

He grinned and said, "Why don't we, Luo Xuan, be the most sensible? Those mountain men in the production team know how to complain and swear.

Well, it's Luo Xuan who understands me. Is the work we do human capable?Being scolded and pissed off every day!
Hey, are you going to have dinner?You wait here, I'll make porridge for you."

Luo Xuan stretched out his hand to grab the cook, and said, "Uncle, don't be too busy, I don't cook. Qiu Guiying entrusted me with this cigarette to honor Uncle, hehe."

Blinking at the cook's head, it means: You know!

"Qiu Guiying?"

The cook pushed away the whole pack of cigarettes that Luo Xuan handed over, "Luo Xuan, I know you and Qiu Guiying are outside the mountain, and the houses are very close to each other.

Moreover, you and she are still in the same school.So, uncle, I didn't dare to treat her weakly, don't worry, don't say whether Qiu Guiying is a hard-working person.

Just for the former friendship between her and you, we have to do our best, not for her at all? "

This guy, he used to be quite honest.

But ever since food became tighter, the little authority he had had suddenly become extremely important!

People in the production team who want to have a good relationship with him have to line up!

Only then did the chef start to behave in the world, and he began to become a little more publicized.

But there's one good thing about this guy: he has good eyesight.

The chef can tell who can hehe.
And which people must not be provoked, the chef is very clear about this point.

Luo Xuan's household registration has not been transferred to Xiaolaojun's production team for a long time.

But in the minds of cadres and commune members, Luo Xuan's status is very high.

therefore,

The cook looked at Luo Xuan's face, and usually treated Qiu Guiying very well.

Luo Xuan was planning for a rainy day, so let me warn you, the chef in front of me is starting to swell.

Another two months.

As a custodian in the production team, his importance will be highlighted.

After the big cafeteria is disbanded, the boss will return to his good humility, and it's his turn to chat with the warehouse keeper in the production team in a warm and friendly way.
It's funny to think about it!
This can really be regarded as: Feng Shui turns, and the family changes in half a year.

The fireman didn't dare to ask for his own cigarettes, and Luo Xuan was happy to save the thirty-six cents.

Patting him on the shoulder, Luo Xuan went into the kitchen to find Bu Yaoming who was squatting in a daze.

There are more than a dozen cauldrons in the big dining hall.

In the hearth of one of the cauldrons, there was always a little embers of fire.

It's time to cook for the next meal.It is very convenient to light a fire in the big dining hall.

In this period, "matches" are in short supply.

There is a quota for the production team to pay in the canteen every month.

The fireman is the same as Uncle Zhou of the Zhengxing brigade: he likes to smoke dry tobacco.

This stuff saves money and doesn't cost matches.

Therefore, they all have a habit of saving as many matches as possible so that they can use them for smoking dry tobacco.

in fact,

This can be regarded as taking advantage of the public.It's just that the cheapness is too small, and ordinary cadres and commune members don't care about them.

Chickens don't pee, each has its own way.

It's just a box of matches for a few cents, so there's no need to worry about it.

(End of this chapter)