Chapter 140

Liu Jianyun and Luo Haicheng look at each other and go in silently. Han Ju is a little angry.

When looking for information, Liu Jianyun quietly provided Han Qingsong with some information, such as the two factions in the previous struggle. After listening, Han Qingsong was silent for a moment. Fighting with heaven and earth is not as good as fighting with people. But in fact, almost all the struggles in the world can be summed up as human to human struggles.

At dawn, Han Qingsong finally found what he needed in a document.

Although the documents of several brigades of Qingshi commune on the application for the distribution of rations were rejected, there is a sentence in the final instruction work summary report on the resale of grains and rations: "all communes and brigades in X county have completed the distribution of rations and the banning of resale grains."

The red seal of the county government and the county Party committee is very clear, not bad at all. I don't know who did it. Maybe some people were upset and cheated quietly. Maybe some people didn't have the heart to be implicated. Anyway, they left such a document.

For more than ten years, it has been lying in a dusty file and no one cares about it, which has made one third of the brigade of Qingshi commune suffer for ten years in vain.

Han Qingsong pats the document on the table, and Luo Haicheng and Liu Jianyun come to see it. They are so excited that their eyes are red - or they may be boiling. With this document, it means that the Korean bureau does not need to resign, take risks, and threaten anyone.

"Han Ju, his eyes are sharp!" Liu Jianyun admired him very much. No wonder they all said that Han Ju's eyes were frightening, and this document was also afraid. They had to run to him to show their faces.

Han Qingsong: "show this to the Revolutionary Committee. I'll go to sleep."

Luo Haicheng held it well, but he didn't dare to lose it. He couldn't redeem it even if he died a hundred times.

With this final document, there is nothing to argue about. Although it's a word game, it's the final report of the instruction. It can overturn the previous rejection documents. If there are approval documents, they may be lost by accident. If you don't see them now, then everything will be solved. No one will be embarrassed or annoyed.

everybody ' s happy.

Next, we will discuss the guilt of Tan Zhaoxiang and Yu Kangkang.

Deputy bureau Li: "Director Tan also performs official duties, that's right."

Gao Weidong: "it's right to ask for help for the people in Anti Japanese war."

Li's paws were swollen, and at last he was angry. "Wang Dashun and Wang Ershun, who are King Zhuang's looters of grain, want to kill them!"

Gao Weidong had no problem. Although they wanted food rations for the same reason as Yu, Yu just hid the food rations of their village, but Dawangzhuang went to the commune food management office to rob them.

It's totally different in nature. It's not unjust to be shot. If it's not shot, someone will rob it in the future? What's the point?

Han Qingsong said that he would sleep for a while and only stare for more than half an hour.

Luo Haicheng asks Han Qingyun to guard his door. When he wakes up, he will report the meeting to Han Qingsong at any time.

So Han Qingsong knew for the first time that the Revolutionary Committee would acquiesce in shooting several members of Dawangzhuang's grain robbing commune. He washed his face, put on his police hat and strode to the conference room.

"I would like to ask you to consider carefully that Tan Zhaoxiang and Wang Jiankang should be shot when Wang Dashun brothers are shot."

Wang Jiankang is the branch secretary of dawangjiazhuang. He handed in all the grain early this year, but he didn't give back the grain for sale and relief. As a result, the members were in a hurry, and someone went to rob the grain management office in the middle of the night.

We should not shoot members just because they robbed food. We should consider why they robbed food. If it had not been for the failure to distribute rations in accordance with normal regulations, there would have been no present food grabbing. Since those who were not responsible at the beginning do not need to be punished now, why should those who robbed food be shot?

If there is a grain to live on, no one will rob it. Just look at Xiaojia village.

Wang Jiankang didn't have the courage to resist Japan, and he just fawned on the cadres of the commune. What's more hateful is that he even deducted a small amount of grain for sale and relief.

It was another slap at the table and shouting, but no matter how Li Fu Ju jumped or scolded him, Han Qingsong looked cold and didn't get angry or flinch. In the end, Li Fu Ju was discouraged.

He pulled his hair and said irritably, "what am I doing for me? I'm for everyone

In his opinion, if we want to sit in a stable position, we need members to do their duty and cadres to work together.

But he seems to have forgotten that the cadres come from the members. They are one, not hostile.

Finally, with Han Qingsong's argument, Wang Jiankang, Secretary of the Dawang family branch, was expelled from the party and sentenced to indefinite term; Wang Dashun, Secretary of the brigade, and Wang Ershun brothers were sentenced to indefinite term; they were escorted to Shanshui farm for reform through labor, and other grain Snatchers were also sentenced according to the situation.

Just when Vice Bureau Li felt that the matter was over, Han Qingsong said, "we should thoroughly investigate the public grain and grain account books of Qingshi commune and all production teams."

Naturally, there are accounts to check for the amount of rations and surplus grain sold and the amount of grain sold back by the Qingshi commune every year. Even if there are false accounts, the members have a clear idea of how much they get. Naturally, they can't fake them. One can find out how much the commune is corrupt and how much the cadres of the brigade are embezzled. None of them can escape the punishment.

Tan Zhaoxiang next door was stunned.

Through the resolution of checking accounts and distributing rations, the Revolutionary Committee set up a checking group, headed by the Minister of agriculture, to lead the staff to check all accounts. At the same time, the distribution of rations and the amount of public grain payment of several brigades will be re approved. Not only will this year's rations be returned to those brigades, but also compensation will be given to those brigades. The way of compensation is to pay a lower proportion of public grain every year until the compensation is even.

After hearing the news, Yu burst into tears and knelt down to thank the party and the government.

In the end, vice Bureau Li argued with the Revolutionary Committee about the punishment of Tan Zhaoxiang and Yu for resisting Japan. At first, he had to fight against Japan. Later, he said that if he did not fight against Japan, Tan Zhaoxiang could not be killed.

Even if there is a discrepancy between the amount of grain ration and the amount of grain returned for sale in Qingshi commune, how much can tan Zhaoxiang eat? After all, from top to bottom, many people have benefited.

The Revolutionary Committee voted to warn and record demerits in the Anti Japanese party and continue to serve as the party secretary of the brigade. Tan Zhaoxiang warned and record demerits in the party and was demoted from Qingshi commune.

As for the "lost" pot of documents ten years ago, it was carried by the students and workers who made trouble during the cultural revolution. At that time, it was possible for the documents to be destroyed by smashing, smashing and looting.

Although the result is not satisfactory, Han Qingsong's goal can be achieved.

After all, it was an accident that he didn't have to resign to save Yu from the Japanese War and give his rations to Qingshi commune.

The county called Shanshui commune, Shanshui farm and Qingshi commune, and all parties took action immediately.

The County Working Group also rushed to the countryside to take over and arrange the follow-up work of Qingshi commune and reissue rations.

After dinner, Han Qingsong went to the meeting first. He was impatient and stayed longer. Anyway, the truth came out and there was nothing wrong with him in the follow-up. He first went to the logistics department to collect the diesel oil for the motorcycle. Originally, he could only give 30 jin, but he was stunned to ask for 60 Jin.

The logistics minister is about to cry, but Han Qingsong stares at him, and he signs the list obediently.

After receiving the diesel, Han Qingsong handed over other follow-up work to his subordinates. He drove his motorcycle home.

……

Yu Kucai is really happy. I haven't been so happy since I was young!

"Father and mother, hurry up, the brigade is sharing rations!

"I'm ten years old. Can I share more than 200 Jin? Father and mother can share nearly 400 Jin, ha ha, great, great!

"I said that it was the fairy sister who came to deliver us food. You must say that people are idiots and trade their nests for stones."

Yu Kucai's mother wrapped a broken quilt sheet on her body and tied it tightly with hemp. She really didn't have clothes to cover her body.

She is also very happy, "mother wrong, wrong, that is a fairy, is a fairy, send us food."

Although Yu Kucai's father didn't speak, his eyes were red. He was carrying the broken chopsticks at home, and Yu Kucai was holding the Osmunda. Because there is no decent furniture, they have to transport it home.

Neighbors also came out one after another. Even the old women who were not covered in clothes washed themselves clean. Some were wrapped in broken sheets, and some were wearing coir raincoats in vacuum. Anyway, they could cover their bodies. They wanted to come out to see the grand occasion.

"Share the ration, share the ration!"

"Chairman Mao and the party have not forgotten us!"

At this time, someone yelled: "the upper households share their rations, so they don't have to carry them by themselves!"

There are County, commune and Shanshui commune public security personnel to supervise the brigade's accounting, security director and others to drive the village's only two ox cart to distribute rations door to door.

All the members of the village came out from their homes and stood in the street waiting for the ox cart to deliver food to their families. They were all crying with tears.

"There's food at last!"

Children like Yu Kucai are the happiest and the least burdened. They still have the heart to laugh.

A boy said with a smile, "dawangjiazhuang delivers food to them from the commune. Many people in their village welcome to the main road outside the village. They are so happy that they all cry on the ground."

Yu Kucai: "I also want to cry on the ground, I'm happy!"

When he got the grain, he began to cook happily. He didn't have time to grind it, so he boiled it slowly with water and a small fire.

"After the meal, I went to the field. The grass in the field was very high."

"Yes, right after dinner."

The staff above and below have never thought that eating is such an exciting word.

We eat every day. Although we don't have big fish and meat, we can always eat them. We can't eat white noodles, mixed noodles and wowowotou cakes.

But it's hard to find happiness for the members of xiaojiacun who can eat seriously in their own home.

Secretary Cao has been helping Chen gong'an. He was not willing to come. He thought he was a propagandist, not a coolie. But after he came, when he distributed the grain to the members, he watched them express their gratitude with excitement and the light from their eyes. Suddenly, he had a new understanding.

It's a feeling I've never felt before.

He thinks that's what Dad and those revolutionary martyrs want to protect and fight for.

He suddenly full of energy, no longer complain, but also take the initiative to help the members who do not have the strength of wheat resistance into the house.

Looking at the members' dilapidated house and empty house, he felt that his father had died, but the government and the brigade took good care of him, much better than these people. He should be grateful, not resentful, and want more.

When it was Yu Kucai's turn, instead of rushing for food, she ran after Secretary Cao and asked, "uncle, where's sister Lin? Why didn't she come? We're looking for stones for her

Cao Gan was stunned, uncle? Sister Lin?

Yu Kucai: "is she busy? We have food. Why doesn't she come? I asked her to come to my house for dinner. If we don't give it to Wowotou, we'll find her a stone. "

Cao secretary-general heart sour swelling, "Lin dry, she is busy with work."

Yu Kucai said with a smile: "you help me to say hello to sister Lin and let her do a good job. When I save a stone and go to see her with my rations on my back."

She said the word ration very hard, full of pride and gratitude.

Cao nodded, "OK, I'll tell her."

Yu Kucai ran away singing the song of running away.

Secretary Cao said that Lin Lan was busy. Of course she was busy. She was busy at work and at home.

However, she is not busy. No matter what she does, she always wants to find a way to maximize efficiency. For example, she is responsible for the movement of criticizing Lin and Confucius, and she criticizes feudal bad habits instead. Although this is her credit, she will not take it alone when she gives her the score of becoming a full-time official in the future. She will draw on the people from the publicity office and the communication office and let them participate in it together.

With their help and the mobilization of the team's propagandists, the publicity of Shanshui Commune will be much easier. She only needs to control the overall situation.

So she went to the commune first, or to a certain brigade, and then she could move freely.

She's knitting these days!

Lin Lan wants to knit a sweater for Sanwang, but because she is too busy, she can't find a concentrated time to knit. She is too embarrassed to take it to her unit to knit a sweater, which has a bad influence. Fortunately, maisui also helps her weave. The little girl has bright eyes and quick hands. Sometimes she can weave a lot when listening to the radio. Now after weaving half, Lin Lan wants to quickly weave it and send it to Sanwang, so that she can wear it in early autumn and winter. Wearing an old mother's sweater, the third brother can feel her love, so as not to miss home.

When she explained her work in the commune, she wanted to go home to knit a sweater and cook. As soon as she pushed her bicycle to go, she heard the announcer shouting: "secretary Lin, telephone, secretary Lin, telephone!"

At this time, the sound of the loudspeaker was so bad that Lin Lan almost fell to the ground. I was a little guilty when I wanted to go home and knit a sweater. I thought I was caught.

She got off the car and trotted to the communication group, "Wang Fang, where's the phone?"

Wang Fang is very excited with a smile, "provincial capital, director Lin, come quickly, our son calls!"

Lin Lan: We I thought you were kidding me.

She took three and two steps forward, grabbed the microphone and said, "I miss you

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and a steady man's voice came, "Comrade Lin Lan?"

Lin Lan

Subconsciously, she straightened her back and took a look at Wang Fang.

The microphone is not sealed, leakage, Wang Fang naturally also heard, sorry smile, just now is indeed a child holding the microphone called: "mother, I miss you!"

Lin Lan immediately began to chat with people in the official Mandarin. It was Bian, the swimming coach of the capital national swimming team, who called. He said that Sanwang's quality is very good. Although he is still a little young, he wants to take him to the Asian Games for exercise.

Lin Lan was a little confused with the microphone. She understood every word, but even she didn't understand what was going on.

"Teacher, coach, what do you say?"

Bian Jiaolian gently smiles and patiently says, "Han Wangmin's swimming performance is solid and excellent. I want to take him abroad to participate in the Asian Games."

Oh, my God! Lin Lan was so excited that her blood was flowing up to her head, and her body was a little shivering. But the voice is steady, in order not to lose face, after deliberately convergence, appears particularly calm.

She said: "coach Bian, thank you very much for your appreciation. This is our chance for Sanwang. You are his bole. That's it -- "

After a pause, the people over there were a little nervous and could hear their breath.

Won't she let me go?

Lin Lan continued: "coach Bian, we Sanwang are young and a little confused when we are young. We are not very good at taking care of ourselves. Coach, you must take good care of him. Don't let him go abroad

Coach Bian laughed and said, "Comrade Lin Lan, don't worry about this. We have special staff to follow and translators."

Of course, Lin Lan knows, but he still has to be charged. If he asks the coach, he will be more distracted.

Coach Bian said: "this time I'll call and communicate with my parents to get your consent. Follow up subsidies and food stamps, have provincial sports school supervision and contact with parents, please rest assured. Because Han Wangmin is really outstanding, we plan to give him an allowance and a food stamp as a reward. In this way, he will have 56 yuan and 34 Jin of food stamps in the next month. "

Although there is a lot of money and food stamps, Lin Lan is not excited.

She also wondered, I let my son go swimming is he likes, not to earn allowance, so precious call opportunity, why don't let my son talk to me, don't talk about some no!

After waiting for coach Bian to say the same, Lin Lan took time to say: "coach, is Sanwang there?"

Bian Jiaolian told her to wait.

Lin Lan is listening, but there is no movement in the phone. It is estimated that she is covered.

Soon, the microphone was picked up, and inside came Sanwang's unreservedly gasping voice, "Niang, I miss you!"

Lin Lan's ears were buzzing. She pressed her ears, "son, keep your voice down."

Sanwang immediately with a very small voice, "Niang, I know, you tell me quietly, I tell you quietly, they can't hear."

Listen to my son's voice, Lin Lan: what's the matter?

Lin Lan: "son, do you eat well and sleep well when you go to the provincial capital?"

"Mother, I'm eating well. You have to eat well at home, too. " Sanwang's voice was filled with tears.

Lin Lan: "my mother is fine. I eat three meals a day. Pay attention to your safety when you sleep. Sleep in the lower bunk, not the upper bunk. "

"Mother, I'm sleeping well. I can't fall down." Sanwang said in a low voice, "Niang, my allowance and food ticket have gone up now. We are full of food. I'll send back the allowance and food stamps. Remember to get them. It's 56 yuan and 34 Jin. You can remember it. Don't let people steal it. "

Lin Lan said with a smile: "your father is from the Public Security Bureau. Who dares. If you want to go to the capital, you have to go abroad. You don't have to give it to your mother. You take it all. Go to the capital and buy whatever you want. Don't lose yourself. "

Sanwang has begun to sob.

Lin Lan thought he was homesick, and quickly comforted him, "when are you going to the capital? My mother is knitting a sweater for you. I'll send it to the provincial capital these two days. "

Sanwang: "Niang, don't weave any more. It's very tired. We all have clothes."

Lin Lan: "it's already finished, but it's not suitable for sewing. It's not suitable for other people to wear."

Of course, Lin Lan was embarrassed to say that she only knitted half of it. Sure enough, she said that it was only for him after weaving, and Sanwang agreed.

He went to ask for the address and came back to Lin lannian. He checked it carefully and couldn't make a mistake.

"Niang, you must be full. You must not be hungry."

Lin Lan listen to the phone, Sanwang with a cry, oneself also can't help, "Niang also want you, to the capital good training ah, don't forget home.". When you go abroad, take good care of yourself. If you have something to do, go to the coach. Don't wander around. Foreigners can't understand the language, so try to translate it as soon as possible... "

At this time, there began to urge Sanwang.

Bian Jiaolian gestured to him that the time was almost the same and he needed to go through the formalities.

Sanwang nodded and whispered to Lin Lan: "Niang, I'll send you Tiananmen Gate then."

Lin Lan thought that it should be a picture of Tiananmen Square, "good son, my mother likes it." I'm proud to have been to Tian'anmen at this time.

"Niang, you have a good meal, go to buy some meat --" this sentence did not finish, hang up.

Hung up the phone, Lin Lan a little melancholy, but think of her son's young age can go to the capital, can participate in the Asian Games, she is a little untrue. What about three donkeys? But think about his past life is really very powerful, although not pinching the table calculation, compared with professional athletes is not bad.

What a wonderful little brother!

Lin Lan encouraged himself. At that time, I don't know if the Asian Games can be broadcast to China.

Oh, she has to go home and knit a sweater. She has to finish knitting these two days and send it tomorrow. At that time, she entrusted the relationship and sent it out in the county Revolutionary Committee, which was much faster than ordinary parcels. She should be able to arrive in two days at most after the train.

She didn't care about anything else, so she went out by bike. Thinking that she was busy with her work these days, she didn't cook well for the children. Han Qingsong didn't know what to do in the county, so she went to the supply and marketing agency and slaughtering group to buy some meat.

The third son asked her to buy some meat, this child! But she was happy to talk to him on the phone, and he was happy to go to the Asian Games.

So it's necessary to buy meat to celebrate.

On the other end of the phone, Sanwang was crying in the office of the provincial sports school reform committee.

"My mother loves me so much that she can't afford to eat at home and knit a sweater for me. I have to swim well and come back with my grades. "

Bian Jiaolian doesn't understand the situation. He really thinks that Sanwang's family is too poor to open a pot. He knows that Sanwang's father is the director of the Public Security Bureau of the commune, but he didn't expect that the director's family is too poor to open a pot.

What a good cadre!

"Sanwang, come on. If you are elected this time, the allowance and food stamp will remain unchanged, but will rise with it. If you win a prize, there are rewards. "

Sanwang tears, "coach, I'll come on, you can rest assured!" His whole blood is about to burn!

Bian Jiaolian asked him to clean up. "We're going to meet in the capital. After training for a month, we're going to Teheran."

"Today?" Sanwang a little confused, "my mother wants to send me sweaters, my mother is not willing to eat, not willing to wear sweaters saved for me."

Coach Bian: "it's OK. Let's go first. When your sweater arrives, let Mr. Chu take it to the capital." They have to let Chu Yunfeng go to the capital for a period of time, which will help the new coach and Sanwang run in.

Sanwang was relieved. "Thank you, coach. You are a good man. Can you send me a Tian'anmen Gate home to the capital? I want to send one to my mother

Coach Bian said with a smile: "yes, I'll take a picture of you and Tian'anmen."

Sanwang muttered in his heart that he didn't know when to take a picture with Chairman Mao, so my mother would be happy.

Originally, he was a little sad because he was homesick. He didn't want to go to the capital and foreign countries. Now, like chicken blood, he wanted to go to the Asian Games to see what it was like.

Bian Jiaolian really likes this simple child. He looks big and smart, smart and confused. But no matter what, the child makes him feel real and sincere, sincere and clear in his eyes, and sincere from the inside to the outside.

He likes it.

Coach Bian was very excited to find such a young swimmer. After all, the domestic swimmers are not good now, and they are not competitive internationally. So when I heard that there was a flying fish in D Province, coach Bian was very curious and contacted the provincial sports school for information at the first time.

In fact, he just wanted to meet the kids and see if he had potential. Looking at Sanwang's training and competition records, and then looking at the scene, Bian Jiaolian immediately decided to ask him. Not only take him to see the world, but really take him to the Asian Games.

The number of players and events of the national team have been reported a while ago, and then the specific list of athletes will be determined about a month before the competition. He decided to concentrate on training Sanwang during this period, talk to the General Administration of sports with his achievements, brush off other athletes and take Sanwang to participate!

Even if you can't win the prize this time, you can also increase your experience and lay a foundation for the future competition. He believes that this child has great potential to tap and win honor for his country.

In the evening, the coach leads Sanwang to take the fast train sleeper. In order to guard against his dishonest sleep, coach Bian specially lets him sleep below. Once Sanwang decides to go, he gets on the bus after dinner and goes to sleep. He has no worries at all.

I have a good sleep!

Bian Jiaolian looked at him kindly. This child is really amazing. He's only 11 years old, so capable. His parents are also great. They educate their children so well. Then Sanwang began to murmur: "braised pork elbows with sauce, crystal elbows, roasted hooves, roasted whole sheep... Murmur, come... Eat quickly, whatever you like... Brother Xiaowang, mother, father, elder brother, elder sister, second brother..."

Coach Bian

The child is so filial. He never forgets his parents when he dreams of eating.

What a good boy!

Sanwang wakes up at daybreak and arrives in Beijing. Coach Bian leads him. He has already called and asked someone to arrange a car to pick them up.

Sanwang sat on the jeep, his mouth never closed, not only the big jeep, but also the wide, clean street, the rows of beautiful trees, the clumps of beautiful flowers. He's not only sticking his head out, he's going to hang up.

Bian Jiaolian pulled him back in case he fell out.

"Sanwang, you should pay attention to your safety when you take the bus. You'll scratch your head that way." Bian Jiaolian pointed to the trees by the road.

Sanwang immediately took his head back to avoid an accident.

Coach Bian said to the driver, "master Du, let's go around Tiananmen."

Their license plate is also an internal license plate. It's OK to take a look around from there.

When he walked around, Sanwang saw it from a long distance and jumped up with excitement, "door, door, door..."

Thanks to coach Bian holding his head in time, otherwise he would jump to the shed and knock his head.

This child, this is granny Liu who has entered the Grand View Garden.

Sanwang: "wow ~ ~ Tiananmen is really a door!"

Coach Bian said with a smile, "what did you think it was?" It should be in the newspaper.

Sanwang: "I thought... Was a mountain."

Ha ha ha, even the driver couldn't help laughing.

When Sanwang heard Tiananmen for the first time when he was a child, the first reaction in his mind was that Tiananmen was a gate in heaven.

Only the mountain is as high as the sky, so Tiananmen should be the mountain. Since then, even if he had seen many pictures of Tiananmen Square in newspapers, he didn't think it was Tiananmen Square.

Sanwang followed coach Bian into the capital. He didn't close his mouth all the way until he arrived at the Training Bureau compound of the State General Administration of sports on gymnasium Road, Dongcheng District. He was still a little confused.

Beijing Gymnasium was built in 1955. After its completion, this road was changed into gymnasium road.

"Coach, I'm in the capital now?"

Coach Bian said with a smile: "yes, this is the General Administration of sports. It was founded in 1951. It's very old."

Sanwang took a look. There were two armed police officers on both sides of the gate, armed with guns in their hands!

Inside the gate are silos, four stories high, with big pointed roofs. It looks like the roof of one's own home, and it's kind.

Coach Bian helped him carry a small amount of luggage. Sanwang was carrying his schoolbag. For the first time, he was a little cautious and followed coach Bian. It turned out that Tiananmen Square was a joke of the door before. Now he is careful not to speak disorderly, so as not to be laughed at.

Even if you say it, you have to be familiar with it!

Coach Bian knew that when children first came to such a big place as the capital, they must be a little nervous. He encouraged Sanwang: "the training task is tight. Today, let you get familiar with the compound and handle the relationship between grain and oil. Tomorrow, we will start to put into the tense training. When we come back from the Asian Games, we will take you to visit the capital."

Sanwang nodded: "OK."

He looked a little serious, but he couldn't help looking left and right.

Coach Bian told him that the compound is divided into two parts, the East is the training area, the west is the living and residential area, and there is a canteen in the compound.

"The natatorium of the capital gymnasium is much bigger than that of the sports school in your district, and bigger than that of the province. And it's indoor. I'm not afraid of rain or snow. "

Sanwang was immediately aroused interest, eager to swim two circles immediately.

"I'll take you to the canteen for dinner first. After dinner, I'll go to the dormitory. If you have a rest, I'll do the food and oil relationship for you." Coach Bian is very patient and considerate because he is a child.

Sanwang nodded.

He has lived in the regional sports school for a year and has been to the provincial capital, so now he is not a fool who has never seen the world. But when he was in school, every day he went to the competition instead of training, or to the radio station. He really didn't have much time to hang out.

Naturally, the capital is bigger and more prosperous than those places.

They go to the canteen first. It's a big canteen. I'm afraid it's not bigger than the wheat field in their village. If there were not so many tables and stools, it would be just right to dry the grain, and there was no dirt in the cement field, which would save the pressure.

At this time, before noon, coach Bian went to open a small kitchen for him.

Steamed bread with white flour, steamed buns, sugar fire, Shaomai, steamed dumplings, steamed pancakes, as well as side dishes, and a large bowl of tomato and egg pimple soup.

Sanwang looked at a table to eat, although the amount of each is not much, but several, this is too rich.

Bian Jiaolian also brought a plate of stinky tofu and said with a smile, "do you want to eat it?"

Sanwang stinks so much that his hair almost sticks out, "coach, your bean curd is broken."

Coach Bian laughed, "it's stinky tofu, not bad."

Sanwang: "is it bad if it stinks?"

Coach Bian: is it broken?

He broke off a steamed bun, picked up a piece of stinky tofu, put it in, took a big bite, and sighed contentedly.

Sanwang Do you still eat when it stinks? How can the capital be better than us... It's not. People eat good steamed bread and steamed buns.

He picked up a sugar and burned it. He thought it was good. He wrote it down and bought it for his mother. Eat another Shaomai. It's good. Write it down and taste it. It's delicious!

Except stinky tofu.

Coach Bian said with a smile, "we have roast duck in the evening, and we have roast duck with pancakes."

Sanwang took a look at the cake on the table, picked it up and looked at it. It was not as good as Niang's rolling, but the roast duck was looking forward to it.

He nodded, "thank the coach for taking me to eat delicious food."

Sanwang has a lot of food. Finally, he can drink a bowl of pimple soup. The canteen master also gives him a big plate of watermelon.

"Come all the way, but it's hard. Let's eat watermelon."

The dark green skin, the bright red flesh and the dark seeds are very sweet.

Sanwang said with a smile, "thank you, master."

The cook thought the child was funny. There was a white crescent scar on his forehead, and his skin and flesh were as black as charcoal. He looked like a little Baogong, "eat, eat, there's not enough in the back."

Chefs always like to see people who eat well, which is the best compliment to his cooking.

After dinner, coach Bian led Sanwang to the dormitory.

They went to the athletes building, which is also a typical tube building. It was built in the 1950s. The windows on the fourth floor are not big. There is a narrow and long corridor up the stairs, with small rooms on both sides. Each room has six to ten square meters, and there are two to ten people in it. There are lights in the corridor, but it's very dim, so you can see the road clearly. There are a lot of messy things on both sides of the corridor. You have to take S-shaped curve to pass.

Coach Bian said with a smile, "I'll arrange a sunny room for you. We have a heater here. It will be hot in winter. "

The room has been arranged for a long time. Bian Jiaolian has also considered that instead of arranging Sanwang in a large room where swimmers gather, he should arrange it in a small mixed room.

Track and field, diving, table tennis, basketball and other athletes also live together in the dormitory.

Bian Jiaolian arranged a dormitory for four people.

Coach Bian has already told Sanwang about the situation on the way, teaching him how to say hello to his roommates, how to get along with them and so on. The athletes here are much older than their sports school, and their natural ways of getting along are also different.

Sanwang thought to himself: Hello, I'm an athlete from D province. My name is Han Wangmin.

As a result, as coach Bian opened the door, he saw a table empty inside, a pair of legs under it and two people sitting on it. He was nervous and blurted out: "Hello, I'm an athlete from Sanwang..."