Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 395: Who is so wicked?

Since my mother asked me to get lard, he naturally agreed.

Anyway, I have nothing to do. Seeing as the time is only around six o'clock, I might as well go out for a walk.

I didn’t pick up Qu Ying tonight.

After a walk, I brought back a pile of pork suet, and people in the courtyard suddenly became lively.

They all gathered around.

Aunt Wang consciously came over with the scale and said with a smile: "Xiao Le, your master is really a capable person! He can get so much pig fat."

Yang Xiaole knew that my mother told someone when he left.

After all, it was always in the name of his master.

Then he said with a smile: "Now that all pork is open for sale, lard fat is easy to get. Five pounds per family, seven cents per pound. I don't earn a penny in the compound!"

"Hey, what are you kid saying!"

Wang Li laughed and complained: "Without you before, would we be able to eat pig blood and pig water?"

"that is……"

Others were there to chime in.

When times were difficult in the past, there were no good things, but things like pig blood and pig lungs, which are free and difficult to obtain, were still available occasionally.

Everyone still remembers this favor.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole smiled and said to my mother, "Mom, come and get it. It's five pounds per person. If there's more, whoever wants it can have it. If you don't want it, forget it."

"Hey, if anyone doesn't want it, give it to me. I'll sell the gas tickets, and I'll be eating lard oil from now on."

Aunt Shen said with a smile.

Everyone else is not stupid.

Yes, lard is cheaper than soybean oil. If you can get lard, you can skip the soybean oil and peanut oil, or just keep some.

Just eat lard on a daily basis.

Gas tickets can be sold or exchanged for other items.

Everyone started to weigh in with laughter.

It weighs five kilograms per family, just hang it on the hook and weigh it.

It's also very quick to do.

After a while, each household took back their five kilograms of pig fat.

I originally planned to cook lard together tomorrow, so as not to be too greedy and unable to sleep after doing it in the middle of the night.

But I don’t know whose family couldn’t hold it back. It was probably the children who made the fuss.

I woke up soon after I got back.

The old lady here has just divided up all the lard.

He kept some of the rest for his family and asked his eldest brother to take the rest to his mother-in-law. Xizi also asked for a lot to give to his two brothers.

Brother, it doesn’t cost money.

Xizi's one requires money.

Smelling the fragrance in the air, Wang Qiuju took a sniff. Although there was no shortage of oil and water in her home, the smell still smelled very good.

Come out and prepare to wash your hands.

Seeing several people in the compound boiling lard, he shouted to Wang Li, "Didn't we agree to cook it tomorrow?"

When Wang Li saw this, she also smiled bitterly: "Whose family can't bear it? The little guys are so greedy that they can't stand it anymore!"

Hearing this, Wang Qiuju laughed: "That's okay, I'll endure it too."

No more washing hands.

When I came back, I turned on the stove and started cutting lard and boiling it.

After a while, everyone in the compound basically started to wake up.

"Whose family is this, so wicked, boiling lard in the middle of the night?"

Suddenly, a not very loud voice came over.

There was a hint of complaint in his voice.

The courtyard was quiet for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The courtyards are all next to each other, so the sound is obviously coming from the courtyard next door, and it can be heard quite clearly.

"I guess I'll have to buy meat next door tomorrow."

Someone was laughing and talking there.

This greedy thing arouses people. If the child makes a fuss, he will probably have to buy meat.

Yang Xiaole smelled the scent of lard filling the air.

By the way, this smells really good.

Lard was being boiled in the courtyard, so Yang Xiaole naturally asked me to boil it a little more at once, then put it away and just add a little more when eating.

Besides, if there was less oil residue, it would probably not even have a chance to be served on the table, and it would be eaten up by a few people as snacks.

"Grandma, eat dumplings!"

Xiao Xia Tian was seduced by the glutton and ran over from the backyard, followed by her eldest brother in clothes.

There were tears still hanging on his face.

My mother was cooking the dumplings when she saw her eldest grandson coming over and said quickly: "Ouyou, dear grandson, grandma will make dumplings tonight and I will give them to you tomorrow."

Then he put down his things and came over for a hug: "Why are you crying?"

The eldest brother said helplessly from behind: "If you insist on eating dumplings, I will beat you."

After hearing this, the old lady complained: "Why are you beating the child? What does the child know? Be good and don't cry. Grandma will make dumplings for you."

The latter sentence was naturally addressed to his grandson.

Hearing this, the eldest brother felt helpless for a while: "Mom, just get used to it! Sooner or later you will get spoiled."

"Why are you spoiled? Okay, go to bed!"

The old lady greeted her, and then shouted into the room: "Sister, come here and make a meal."

"coming!"

The eldest sister is still in the main room!
After hearing this, I came out directly.

He came over and pinched the little guy's cheek: "You are such a delicious cat. You still want to eat dumplings in the middle of the night."

Then we went over to meet him.

Yang Xiaole watched his elder brother leave and shook his head helplessly: "Mom, in the future, you should listen to your elder brother more about the child. You can't spoil your child like this. After the oil residue is boiled, just give him a few bites and it will be fine!"

Wang Qiuju struggled for a while, and finally clicked her tongue; "Okay, I understand. Just be more careful next time, okay? This child is hungry. What's wrong with eating something?"

Then he continued to cook his lard.

Yang Xiaole shook his head when he saw this and watched Qu Ying come back from school.

Returned to the room and walked over with a piece of prepared oil.

As soon as Qu Ying opened the door, she saw him coming. She didn't rush in because Wang Qiuju was still boiling oil at the door!

She was afraid that this kid would do something stupid again soon.

"I bought some lard. I'll cook it tomorrow when I have time."

After Yang Xiaole came over, he said something with a smile, walked straight into the house, found a small basin, and put the things in it.

Seeing this, Qu Ying had no choice but to follow.

After coming in, Yang Xiaole raised his hands to prevent the oil from getting on the other person's clothes, and hugged the other person with his crutches.

A kiss.

"Let's eat! We'll make the lard when we have time. It's not hot now and won't spoil."

Qu Ying hugged his waist and buried her head in his chest.

After a while, he raised his head and said, "Okay, I understand. By the way, our publicity office knows that I am taking the night school exam!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole felt strange for a while: "You know it if you know it!"

There was no intention of hiding this matter.

"But... there aren't many people in our publicity office, and our level is not high to begin with. I'm really embarrassed now. The section chief of our department only has level 23 treatment. He's a level 5 clerk."

After Yang Xiaole listened, he understood instantly.

Many factories today do not have a publicity department. For the better ones, having a radio station is already considered good.

When did the Publicity Department become important?

Of course…………

Therefore, most factories had publicity departments established at that time.

The Flexible Shaft Factory has a publicity section, or publicity room, which is actually not very useful now. It only plays radio broadcasts and so on.

The level is very low. Ideological work is still carried out by the administrative department.

If Qu Ying had completed night university, she would have enjoyed the same treatment as a college student, because nowadays there are really very few students who pass night university.

In this case, the position of the head of the Publicity Department will be very awkward.

Thinking of this, he thought about it and asked, "Is someone targeting you?"

Qu Ying shook her head: "That's not true. I just talk in a weird way."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole thought for a while, and then said, "Forget it if I don't target you. Let's forget that there is still one year left. Get your college certificate before the end of next year. It's up to the factory to arrange you by then. If it doesn't work, just Obey Ye Da’s arrangements.”

Evening university is also a school, and you can find a job after graduation.

However, the vast majority of graduates return to work in their own units and are waiting for assignments from the school.

When Qu Ying heard this, she stuck her head out and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. If the factory doesn't arrange it, then I'll go to another unit. But I still want to work here, after all, I'll stay here for such a long time. It’s time.”

Yang Xiaole didn't feel strange either.

People don’t want to go to unfamiliar environments and like to be in familiar places. After all, they have been in the factory for several years.

"Okay, you go back first!"

Letting go of her hand, Qu Ying pushed him gently and motioned for him to go back.

When Yang Xiaole saw this, he didn't stay here any longer. He kissed her a few times, then let go of the other person and went out.

Watching him leave, Qu Ying returned to the desk and opened the lunch box, which contained prepared food.

I sat there and started eating.

When Yang Xiaole returned home, he saw the eldest sister making noodles there, sticking out her tongue and humming at the little guy from time to time.

The operation of boiling lard in the compound is not over yet.

Xizi and Xiaoli were in the main room, sprinkled a little salt on the oil residue and started eating.

Yang Xiaole saw this and went over to pick up a few and put them in his mouth.

Fragrant!
Really fragrant!

It's a pity that you can't eat too much of this thing, otherwise it will make you tired of it.

The old lady, who didn't care about doting on her grandson, took a shower and went to bed.

However, the little guy didn't last long enough to finish wrapping the dumplings. He ate a few mouthfuls of oil residue and was about to go to bed in a daze.

In the end, Xizi hugged the little guy and sent him back.

……

The next morning, before a few people went to school, they still ate hot dumplings made of oily Chinese cabbage.

At this time, no one said that I doted on my grandson anymore.

Because these people are the beneficiaries of benefits.

Yang Xiaole rode a broken car and took Xizi to the school.

As soon as I came in, I heard a familiar melody playing on the radio:

Navigating the sea depends on the helmsman

All things grow depending on the sun

Rain and dew nourish and strengthen the seedlings

…………

Fish can't live without water
Melons cannot be separated from seedlings

…………

Among the various red songs, this one is considered a famous one. I have never heard it since I came here.

Today is the first time I heard this song.

Speaking of this song, we have to talk about the popular clothing now.

Because of this song, the blue and white striped sea soul shirt became popular for 20 or 30 years.

He wears a sea soul shirt with big lapels, wool blue trousers with wide legs, white shoes, a big back, and a military cap that makes him look awesome.

This is also the most popular portrayal of young people in summer during that special period.

Back in the class, everyone was still the same as before.

At this time, the content of people's chat became this song.

Daily study continues as usual.

Some time passed and it was approaching summer.

The investigation team from above went to the No. 4 and No. 6 middle schools, including the High School Affiliated to Qingdao University, to investigate and comfort them.

After three rounds of investigation, it was published in the newspaper.

The conclusion given is that there are indeed some problems in the ideological line of management of schools such as No. 4 Middle School and No. 6 Middle School.

However, it did not completely deny the work problems of the No. 6 Middle School Committee.

However, this matter was still publicized and learned in various places.

This time, the major middle schools in the Four-Nine City exploded.

The letter from the senior student of No. 6 Middle School was indeed recognized. Although it did not deny the work of the school, it also showed in disguise that there was a problem.

These schools all have problems, so does your own school also have problems?
So, with doubts and thoughts of proving the truth, the students began to explore that those teachers were the bad guys hidden in the team.

"Xiao Le, my dad is back."

Hua Yourong watched him sit down and quickly spoke with excitement.

Yang Xiaole was stunned for a moment, and then he looked happy: "Real or false? When did it happen?"

"Arrived last night."

Hua Yourong looked excited.

Yang Xiaole smiled and nodded: "That's good, it'll be good if I come back. Did you cry last night?"

Hua Yourong's eyelids were swollen.

I guess I slept late last night.

These words made Hua Yourong feel a little embarrassed.

"Well, if I didn't see photos so often, I would have almost forgotten what my dad looked like."

Yang Xiaole looked at the excited expression on the other party's face, and understood in his heart that although the other party had not been very worried about eating and drinking over the years, his father had not come back for so many years.

There is indeed pressure in my heart.

Looking at Yang Xiaole, Hua Yourong said with some embarrassment: "Oh, by the way, my dad knows about you and said he would cook at home tonight and asked you to come home for dinner."

Yang Xiaole thought about it for a while. He was not ready to agree at first, but after thinking about it, he nodded.

"Okay, let me go with you tonight!"

Hua Yourong nodded happily.

"Hey, Yang Xiaole, this Sunday, the youth leagues of the Fourth Middle School and the Sixth Middle School asked people from our schools to go to the Sixth Middle School for a meeting!"

While thinking, Yu Wenbin came over and said something to him.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole turned around and looked over: "Fourth Middle School and Sixth Middle School? Are we going to have a meeting? What kind of meeting are we having?"

After the last meeting, this guy joined the Youth League as he wished.

Naturally, Hua Yourong and Du Tao, two people with good grades, entered last fall.

This guy joined the Youth League, and I feel like he is now the League Secretary of Class 1, Senior High School, which gives me a lot of confidence in what I say.

Similarly, Feng Aijun, whose grades were not particularly bad, also entered.

Yu Wenbin smiled and said: "Let's have a meeting to discuss the ideological line of school committee management in each school. Learn from each other and find problems."

Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Go ahead! I won't go."

He remembered that these guys were going to cause a lot of trouble next year.

Previous daily reports not only identified problems in schools such as No. 6 Middle School and No. 4 Middle School.

Moreover, because of someone's intervention, No. 6 Middle School was determined to be the only middle school pilot unit in the country for "social education" activities.

Upon seeing this, Yu Wenbin shrugged: "Okay, you have to go to Feng Aijun. The people who go this time are all cadres' children."

Feng Aijun nodded slightly and agreed: "Okay, I understand."

After hearing this, the other party left.

As for Hua Yourong and Du Tao, who were also members of the Youth League, they naturally didn't scream.

As I said, this time they are all children of cadres.

He is called Yang Xiaole because he is the league secretary of the class.

Otherwise he wouldn't even bark.

Yang Xiaole didn't care, he just did whatever he wanted!
(End of this chapter)