Chapter 33： Widely advertising

Chapter 33 Spread the word

The canteen in the village is located next to the village committee. It was built when everyone had big pot meals. The mud bricks and blue tiles are also quite impressive and can be used just right. After the milkvetch and winter wheat are harvested in the fields, and the main food crops such as rice and sweet potatoes are planted, and the first busy day of farming is over, everyone goes back to their homes to eat, so it takes more than a month to run the canteen.

Most of the people who come here to help cook and serve food are young girls, new wives, or older mothers-in-law who are reluctant to bear the burden at home.

As soon as An Zhixia arrived, she was pulled aside by Fang Hongye's arm, while a dark-looking girl wearing a new rose-pink coat and a red scarf smiled and took Qi Yunlan's arm.

“Qi Zhiqing, I’m Cui Xiaomei, and you asked my brother to submit articles for you. If you can find an easy job helping in the kitchen this time, it’s my mother’s choice.”

“Xiaomei, why are you submitting this article? Why did Qi Zhiqing come to your brother?”

Whenever men and women talk about something, they are all covered in pink. Girls, wives, and even mothers-in-law wash vegetables and make noodles neatly, and listen with their ears pricked up.

 Cui Xiaomei raised her chin slightly, she was used to being held by others, "Qi Zhiqing is an educated young man from the capital. His stomach is filled with ink. He can write good articles with just a swipe of the pen in his hand.

Isn’t my brother working in this town?

Qi Zhiqing asked my brother to deliver the manuscript to the mailbox.

Didn’t you hear Qi Zhiqing’s name being called from the loudspeaker last time? My father said that the newspaper company wrote the letter to Qi Zhiqing, and it must have been adopted by the newspaper company. The royalties you earn from writing are more than what you earn from digging in the fields all year round! "

Everyone was shocked. They were all farmers for generations, and a worker in the family could cause a stir in the whole village. Newspapers can only be read by cadres sitting in offices, and Qi Zhiqing is indeed the one who writes articles in newspapers. Ouch, isn't that the same as the scholar in the past?

“So, don’t be jealous, I am a cultural person who has truly contributed to the development of the country. Can we let the pen-holding hands hold hoes and rakes?”

Everyone shook their heads, it must not work. Thinking that they are great writers and working as a cook with them, not only did they no longer complain, but they also felt an indescribable satisfaction.

“Hehe, the method my brother taught me is so powerful. Look, none of them can say a single sarcastic word anymore, but they worship you so much,” Cui Xiaomei whispered to Qi Yunlan in a low voice.

Qi Yunlan smiled gratefully and replied: "Thank you, and also thank your brother for me." Then she took out a fabric plaid hairpin from her pocket, "I brought this from Kyoto, I haven't used it yet. , just perfect for your scarf.”

Cui Xiaomei took it with shining eyes, gestured on her head, and asked people from left to right: "Does it look good?" The little girls all nodded with envy.

“When you get back, I will comb your hair beautifully and it will look better when you wear it.”

The future "sister-in-law" was chatting happily over there, and Fang Hongye and An Zhixia were having fun peeling garlic.

Everyone knows that An Zhixia rescued Fang Lixi and wrote a first aid booklet. Even though she emphasized that she was not a doctor and only knew some first aid measures, she was still labeled as a rejuvenator. So no one said anything mean to her.

“The village party secretary’s family always takes credit,” Fang Hongye curled her lips, “It’s obvious that their family was unbalanced when they saw you becoming a cook, so they forced an educated youth Qi to come in.”

An Zhixia nodded with a sullen smile, "Um, Comrade Cui Xiaomei's clothes are always so fresh and refined?"

Fang Hongye was stunned for a moment, "Refreshing and refined, is it her?" After chewing twice, she couldn't help but shrugged her shoulders and smiled: "The taste is quite refreshing and refined."

Cui Xiaomei is black, but there is a hint of yellow in the black. She cannot wear too bright colors, especially rose red, which is particularly attractive. She has a brother who is a worker. He is not short of food and is much stronger than others. In addition, the cotton-padded clothes are too bulky. He stands with the heroine and becomes a perfect foil. !

"By the way, Xiaoan educated youth, my father said that the booklet you wrote has been published and printed in large quantities. The commune also asked the party secretaries in each village to hold meetings to prepare for the propaganda team." Fang Hongye said in a low voice: "This time, the cadres in the commune have been waiting all winter to make some achievements, and they are making a lot of noise. My father said that the people above must give you some rewards, and it will only take two or three days.

Whether it is in terms of material or spiritual aspects, Xiaoan’s educated youth will benefit a lot, which will have many benefits for future development. "

An Zhixia said with a chuckle: "My original intention is just to let more people know first aid measures and minimize the harm."

"Xiao An Zhiqing, didn't you bring a jar, a bowl, a basin, etc.? When the food comes out later, we can get it first." Seeing An Zhixia's empty hands, Fang Hongye was a little anxious, "People in our village have a lot of food, see The one in the middle of the family wants to eat it all, the posture is very scary. If you go back and forth to get the empty bowl, the food will be eaten, otherwise the big pot meal will be canceled after a short time.

My house is very close. I will get you two when I get home later. "

An Zhixia naturally would not refuse.

Her hands have been well maintained over the past month, and her nails are shiny and tender. They are really not suitable for laboriously peeling garlic cloves. She slowly peeled the garlic with squinted eyes and flipped through some books on life tips, and she found a simple method.

An Zhixia took the bowl that Fang Hongye had put aside, grabbed a handful of garlic cloves in it, put the two bowls together, and shook them vigorously like dice.

Others thought she was playful, so she shook her head and bit her ears and said a few words. Before she could finish her words, she put the bowl on the table and opened it. Oops, almost all the garlic cloves were peeled off.

Fang Hongye was the closest, so he checked it out and said, "Xiao An educated youth, isn't this too fast?" Most of the garlic cloves were really peeling off the skin!

An Zhixia smiled and said: "We have a kitchen assistant who peels garlic like this. I tried it and it doesn't seem to be too difficult."

The two little girls each held two bowls and shook them vigorously. During this period, others were curious and tried their hands. The speed increased several times, and in a short time they peeled off all the garlic cloves in the basin.

Qi Yunlan stepped forward and asked with a smile: "The educated youth Xiaoan knows a lot. I am also an educated youth, but I don't know how to rescue people, nor do I know how to peel garlic like this."

An Zhixia looked over and naturally saw the probing look on his face. He smiled lightly and said, "Qi Zhiqing, if you don't have enough knowledge and experience, don't talk about it. We, Xiahua, have thousands of years of history. During the Three Kingdoms period at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Hua Tuo knows how to resuscitate the heart. More than a thousand years have passed. Can human history go backwards?

As for peeling garlic, well, the cooks and assistants are dealing with onions and garlic all day long. If they have a method, they still need to advertise it in the newspaper? "

(End of this chapter)