It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 47 Are you leaving now and not staying for two more days? (Seeking for collection)

"That's it. Captain Huang is from the first team of Jijia Oil Factory, and Party Secretary Chen is from the thirteenth team. They are buried in the back mountain. I will take you to take a look later."

Lao Cao's mouth went dry as he spoke. He grabbed his rice bowl and took a sip of egg soup to moisten his throat. Only then did Yao Zhongping's sharp eyes move away from him and he breathed softly, "So that's what happened. Wait a minute. I'll go back and write a report and submit it to the superiors to see if I can posthumously recognize a martyr for them..."

"That's great!"

Lao Cao's eyebrows jumped inadvertently, he grabbed a steamed bun and tore it in half. Suddenly, a strong aroma of wheat hit his face!

Jianping’s big steamed buns are so steamy and delicious!

Lao Cao tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, savoring the sweet and delicious steamed buns, and a smile appeared on his taut old face.

Ermajia Village’s big steamed buns are now famous!
That's really big!

A steamed bun, as tall as a small pot helmet, with an outer skin as white as snow and a shiny texture! It’s all damn reflective!

The fragrance is really fragrant!
The new wheat and potato flour of that year were mixed together, and after being fermented with Sun Jianping's hand-made yeast powder, the steamed buns not only did not shrink, but were fluffy and soft, and the layers inside looked like snow sand. It tastes sweet and fragrant, and tastes better than the big bread sold in the city!
After a "lavish" breakfast, twenty or thirty propaganda team members glanced eagerly at the large steamed buns with a lot left on the chopping board, licked their tongues, and loosened and loosened their belts.

This steamed bun is so delicious!
Still want to eat!
"Jianping really has you!"

In the back kitchen, Zhang Ziyi laughed and gave Sun Jianping a thumbs up, "Thirteen and a half kilograms of noodles mixed with four kilograms of potato flour, let alone thirty people, even if there are ten more, they will still be filled with shells all over the floor. change!"

"It's hard for them to come here. We must let them eat and drink well. Uncle Zhang, don't you think this is the right thing?"

"It's not that bad. We serve snowflake buns as big as ours. If they dare to say that we are negligent again, then I will slap them both on the ears."

Zhang Ziyi pulled out a steamed bun and took a bite, "Here, do me a favor. Go and chop some green onions for me and make them a green onion roll at noon..."

Sun Jianping brought a bunch of green onions and sat on a small bench. He carefully peeled off the dry leaves one by one to reveal the tender white color of the green onions. He placed them in an enamel basin. He looked around and saw no one around and lowered his voice, "Uncle Zhang." , did the former captain and branch secretary really let the water drown them?"

Zhang Ziyi frowned and coughed, "Jianping, it's not good to know too much about some things. Be obedient and don't pry around."

"Uh……"

Sun Jianping said yes, but he also felt something in his heart. There was a flood in summer, and thousands of people from the thirteen production teams of the Taipingshan Brigade were not even injured. How come the two leaders were drowned?
There is something fishy about this matter from the inside out.

Forget it, if you don’t let me ask, don’t let me ask. It’s serious to grab onions quickly!
The gongs and drums sounded again outside, and the tinkling echoed in the small mountain village. Through the window glass, Sun Jianping looked at Wang Jingang, Liu Fengxia and others jumping around outside, and curled his lips in disdain. These idle and indolent guys really embarrass us educated youth!
At noon, it was chopped green onion rolls. Watching the propaganda team members pick up their chopsticks one by one, eat "super large" rolls the size of a washbasin, and slurp big fat pork slices with fried cabbage. Director Wang gave Lao Cao a thumbs up, "Cao Captain, on behalf of our No.1 Heavy Industry Promotion Team, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you and the villagers for your warm hospitality to us!"

"The leader is too polite, the conditions are not good, and he is negligent..." When Lao Cao saw him, his calves were twisted, and he covered his face with his sleeves intentionally or unintentionally, for fear of being recognized.

"You're welcome. When Comrade Lao Cao goes to Hecheng in the future, remember to visit our No. 1 Heavy Factory as a guest. Let me also do my part as a landlord!"

"Don't dare to go!"

"what?"

"Ah! Haha, I said no, no, no, boss, you are too polite, come and try our big rolls." Lao Cao hurriedly grabbed a roll and blocked Director Wang's mouth.

"This big flower roll is so good, noisy, fragrant and sweet. How is it made?" Director Wang tasted it and was full of praise. "I will also ask our cafeteria chef to come over tomorrow and learn from you!"

Lao Cao was so shocked that he jumped up as if he had been stabbed in the butt by a needle. Why do you invite your cafeteria chef to come over?
Your canteen chef was blocked in the toilet by us!

He rolled his eyes twice and dealt with it vaguely, leaving Director Wang confused.

"Do you know what it means that the bottom of the sea is not exposed and the skills are not passed on to others?" Yao Zhongping thought that it was Lao Cao who hid his skills and said with a smile. After lunch, the theater began to sing and dance again. After eating the big flower rolls and big fat meat slices entertained by Ermajia Village, the actors had more energy in their stomachs and more energy in the performance. Got it!

Lao Cao sat on the top of the corn stalks with a twitching face, looking at the sun that was already turning to the west, and then at the bouncing propaganda team members, with a crooked mouth and a look of disgust.

Why don't you leave!

Why do you want to have another meal tonight?
"Now, I would like to invite Comrade Wang Jingang from the Amateur Propaganda Team of Taipingshan Brigade to give a report performance for everyone. Personal harmonica solo: Liuyang River! Everyone applauds and welcomes!"

"It's not enough for him!" Sun Jianping also climbed up the corn stalks and handed Lao Cao a box of "Dashuo" cigarettes. Lao Cao didn't say anything, took it, tore open the outer packaging, took out one, lit it, and took a puff. , "Not to mention that it sounds pretty good."

"Isn't that right? This guy always talks nice and boasts nice things, but he just doesn't do human affairs." Sun Jianping was extremely resentful towards Wang Jingang and other educated youths!

A group of guys who eat at the table but have no trace of him working in the fields!

Lao Cao narrowed his eyes, his eyes fell on these young boys who were singing and dancing, and he suddenly sighed. Wang Jingang and Liu Fengxia, no matter how good they are, are still two strong laborers. If they just sing and dance with the propaganda team in the future, Jump, when amateur team members tour everywhere, the team has to distribute rations to them based on perfect attendance...

Originally, there were only a few people in the village and even fewer strong laborers, but now two more people left...

Annoying!

Wang Jingang finished his song, and the audience burst into applause. Director Wang was also very satisfied with this kid, clapped his hands, walked up to the stage, and shook hands with him cordially.

"Comrades and fellow villagers, thank you for your strong support for the work of our propaganda team! To be honest, we really want to stay here for a few more days!"

Lao Cao almost fell from the corn stalk pile!

Still, still waiting?

If we stay any longer, we will kill the donkey and the horse!

Come on, Comrade Lao Wang, we won't be able to catch the second bus later!

"However, our publicity team has a tight time schedule and heavy tasks for this tour. Next, we have to rush to Xiaoxishan Village non-stop. The farmer brothers there are also eagerly waiting for us to perform!"

Lao Cao curled his lips and flicked the cigarette butt away, yes, yes!
Those people in Xiaoxishan - you are waiting so hard that your eyes are all red!

hurry up!
Warm farewell!
Absolutely no stay!

"Comrades, please stay for a few more days!" Someone shouted, which frightened Lao Cao and gave him a fierce look!
"Thank you folks for your deep friendship. If you like our performance, you can go to Xiaoxishan Village to support us!" Director Wang said these words so well that even Sun Jianping gave him a thumbs up. He is worthy of being a leader, and his words and deeds are impeccable!
Under the pitiful eyes of everyone, the actors from the publicity team began to dismantle the stage, pack up their clothes and props, and load them onto large trucks.

Lao Cao jumped down from the corn stalks and shook hands with Director Wang enthusiastically, "You're leaving now, won't you stay for another two days?"

"Staying for two more days? That's okay!"

Lao Cao's face turned green on the spot!
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