National Beer

Early in the morning, Qin Wan had just been awakened by the sea breeze, and Zhong Jiawa had already abducted two bicycles.

"Why, Qin Dong, do you really want to invite me to breakfast?" Lu Xuguang slipped his nose and took a shower with well water last night. He caught a cold.

"It must be, let's talk, what do you want to eat." Qin Dong pressed the car bell, and the ringtone was especially crisp in this quiet morning.

The ringtones are just beautiful, in fact, there is no need to warn pedestrians at all, because there are almost no roadside stalls on the street. Unlike Tianjin, where there are fancy breakfasts in the morning, most people in Qinwan choose to cook their own meals in the morning and stop by Rongya Mountain. Get the sweetest mineral water.

"Master, two or two..." Qin Dong turned to look at Lu Xuguang with an excited look, "No, two catties of fried dough sticks, three more bowls of tofu nao."

This is a state-owned breakfast shop, the storefront is dirty, but the smell in the shop makes the two of them refreshed.

"It's delicious, it's delicious," Lu Xuguang was accustomed to the salted fish and shrimp paste brought from the village in the morning, and Lu Xuguang was full of praise for the golden crunchy fried dough sticks and the soft white tofu.

"Enough?" Qin Dong looked at the two bowls of tofu nao that had been eaten so that the bottom of the bowl was clean, then came to the window, "Master, give me another bowl of tofu nao and a catty of fried dough sticks."

You have to pay for meals first. There are also food stamps. Two catties of fried dough sticks and three bowls of tofu nao cost Qin Dong two yuan and four cents.

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belch--

Lu Xuguang touched his stomach and stood up, "Qin Dong, I have eaten such a good meal for the first time since I was a child." The two got on their bicycles, and Lu Xuguang was a little embarrassed, "I know you are a ten thousand yuan household, today Eat too much in the morning..."

"Not much," Qin Dong said loudly. He smiled and looked at Lu Xuguang, "Didn't you say that barbecue is the best meal you have ever eaten?"

Lu Xuguang was not embarrassed at all, "They are all delicious and delicious, but they spend too much money, two yuan and four cents, which cost me two days' salary."

In recent days, his small business in Ink Street can’t go on anymore. More people join the trade of reselling bicycle seats and labor protection supplies. Some of them are employees of our factory. Shang is far superior to him.

"Qin Dong, you have become a formal worker now, when can I become a formal worker?" Lu Xuguang looked at Qin Dong expectantly.

Sitting in the new car seat that Lu Xuguang replaced, so as not to be trapped by the cracks, Qin Dong was heartbroken, "I will help you if I have a chance."

"Really, Qin Dong, if I can invent something, I can also become a formal worker." Lu Xuguang caught up and said with a foolish smile.

"Don't pretend, don't come with me." Qin Dong glanced at him, his face looked like a pig, and his heart was loud. Lu Xuguang was this kind of person. "You have to work hard if you live and die..."

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In Rongya Brewery, Chen Shifa’s office, there is a large glass window facing the sea to the east, and outside the window is the endless sea.

"Old Chen." Wu Geng didn't knock on the door, but pushed in directly, "Everything is ready."

A smile appeared on Chen Shifa's face. He walked back to his seat from the window and threw a box of Hongtu cigarettes. "Are you out of food again?"

Wu Geng smiled. He took out his cigarette, first lit one of Chen Shifa with a kerosene lighter, Chen Shifa took a deep breath, and the blue smoke quickly turned into his eyes.

This person Chen Shifa respects Wu Geng, who is always carefree. When he worked in the shipyard, he was said to like to watch the waves crashing into the sea. Later in the prison reform, I heard that every time his wife came to visit him. His wife kept crying, but he smiled and relaxed, but when he was rehabilitated in 1978, he burst into tears.

"Is it all laid out?"

"The layout is going on." Wu Geng said, he walked to the window and pointed downstairs, "The hero list is posted this morning."

The province proposed a large-scale production-saving campaign in the light industry system. At a meeting the day before yesterday, Zhou Fenghe and Chen Shifa both wanted to lead the campaign, but one proposed to engage in production and the other to save. Although there was no fierce confrontation, everyone smelled strong. The smell of gunpowder.

The final opinion is a compromise, that is, both production and economy.

Chen Shifa also walked to the window, downstairs under the big willow tree, and the factory's bulletin board was crowded with people. It was working time at this time, and the workers who entered the factory were attracted by this "hero list".

The content of the production conservation movement is written on the big red paper with brush writing, including malting, saccharification, fermentation, packaging, refrigeration...all content.

"What's up ahead?" Qin Dong and Lu Xuguang set up their bicycles. Qin Dong's bicycle bracket was broken and could only lean against the big willow tree.

"Look, whoever is on the list of heroes, temporary workers can be converted into contract workers, and the contract workers have one-level salary, and there are additional rewards in the factory..." Xiong Yongfu finally squeezed out of the crowd, "Qin Dong, work harder. Put..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Xuguang had already squeezed into the crowd with brute force. He rushed in but came out with a grey face.

"What's the matter?" Qin Dong smiled, plucking a willow leaf and blowing in his mouth...

"What is proposed in the factory to improve the saccharification capacity, reduce alcohol damage, and preserve hops... I don't understand anything, how can I turn it into a formal job?" He glanced at Qin Dong eagerly, "Dadong, you help me."

"How to help?" Qin Dong seemed to be moved when he heard the alcohol damage, he thought of how he would answer Mr. Lu Xun's question.

Jingle Bell--

The electric bell in the factory rang again. When it was time for work, everyone walked into the workshop one after another. Qin Dong was a maintenance worker and he had a higher degree of freedom. At this time, he slowly approached the red "hero list". Look seriously.

You look at the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs.

He didn't know that Chen Shifa was watching him through the brown glass in the office building of Rongya Beer.

In the other room, Zhou Fenghe was also standing in front of the window, staring at this young figure...

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"boom--"

When Lu Xuguang ran to the maintenance team, Qin Dongzheng took a screwdriver without a handle and shot the flying target. A circle was drawn on the wall, which was already mottled.

"Dadong, hurry up, help me with an idea." Lu Xuguang took Qin Dong's water cup and took a sip, "Heaven and earth, I am so hot in the bottle washing workshop, you are blowing the fan here." Looking at the top of his head suddenly Lu Xuguang was very angry with the ceiling fan that turned straight.

"Qin Dong, think about it again, what else do you want to invent on the bottle washer?" Lu Xuguang eagerly asked, "Didn't you say to help me become a contract worker?"

"The bottle washing machine is just like that. It's meaningless to do it." Qin Dong stood up, "Besides, you don't even know the principle of the mechanism. Who will believe what device you invent."

"Then what should I do? How to fix it?" Lu Xuguang was anxious.

"You make a simpler one," Qin Dong laughed. "Speaking out, everyone thinks it is your work."

"What is the easiest?" Lu Xuguang said with difficulty, staring at his big eyes, his throat trembling.