Rebirth: 1977

"Now that you're here, why are you hesitating? You have something to say."

Tang Qizheng lit a cigarette himself, threw another one to Pan Shougen, and motioned for him to sit down with a wave of his hand.

"What's wrong with Director Sun? Did she make a mistake?"

Seeing that Tang Qizheng didn't dislike him, Pan Shougen asked cautiously.

To say that the position of "director" of the Chinese people is catchy, but the difference between the female director of the brigade and the director of the brigade revolutionary committee of Tang Qizheng is not on the same level.

These are still the last managers who have not entered the institutional management system, and it is even more different when they reach the highest position of "director".

Tang Qizheng was naturally used to being called such a name, so he didn't mind. He asked instead, "You don't know if she has made any mistakes?"

Pan Shougen shut his mouth. Sun Meijuan's reputation had never been very good, but she had held the position of women's director of the brigade for many years, and even if Tang Qizheng was dissatisfied with her, he would endure it.

"The commune's notice of Sun Meijuan's dismissal has been officially issued. You don't have to be so cautious anymore. It's so dazzling."

Pan Shougen ignored Director Tang's teasing towards him, and was more surprised. Then she thought about her husband Feng Guowei and their in-law Shen Hongbo, who were both detained pending sentencing. The matter had been made public, and she understood.

I felt so sad that I had eaten the Feng family's wedding wine twice in just a few months, but the result was like this.

Of course, what he didn't know was that the most critical thing was the arrest of County Magistrate Zhuo Ping, which caused a series of butterfly effects.

"understand."

He nodded repeatedly, his scalp tightening as he thought about why he came here.

He couldn't get around this matter, so he could only report everything to Tang Qizheng in detail, and he didn't even dare to defend the Wang family a little bit in his words.

"Are Xiaoshui satisfied with the results of your treatment?"

Tang Qizheng took a deep breath of cigarette and asked in a low voice.

Pan Shougen sighed, listening to Director Tang's tone, fortunately he didn't dare to make any small moves.

"Xiao Shui agreed to these compensation conditions. I had already sent money, grain, and pigs to Xiao Shui before I came."

Pan Shougen said seriously.

What he couldn't say was that it was Yin Tianshui who induced and forced the negotiated compensation conditions step by step. Of course he was satisfied.

"That's good."

Tang Qizheng threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it to pieces with his feet, and sneered:

"Are all the brothers from the Wang family born in the Year of the Pig? They know that Xiao Shui is not easy to mess with, yet they go to provoke him again and again. Bah!"

"Hmph, deserve it!"

He spit, rubbed the soles of his shoes on it, looked up at Pan Shougen and asked, "Is there anything else? If not, just go back to work."

Tang Qizheng, the production captain of Panjiawan, is very dissatisfied now. He is slimy, short-sighted, ineffective in doing things, and is often biased.

If Xiao Shuina hadn't been staring at him often, he would have been wronged.

"Xiao Shui said that the day after tomorrow his new house will be built with beams, and he is going to hold a banquet to celebrate. He asked me to help him invite village cadres and elderly people over 70 years old to participate. In addition, each family will invite one person."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at this kid, he knows the rules so well, everyone in your village is blind!"

Pan Shougen was used to being disliked by Tang Qizheng and left quickly.

"I guess Xiao Shui will come to invite you in person."

After he left the house, he thought about whether Yin Tianshui would invite Tang Qizheng. With such protection, it shouldn't be missed, right?

Haha, if Yin Tianshui really came to invite Tang Qizheng to participate, he would say it first, just as a personal favor.

What if you forget?

Better forgotten!

Yin Tianshui personally watched the pigs being slaughtered, and directed the butchers to separate the fat, bones, offal, hooves, and suet one by one.

Under normal circumstances, the reward for killing a pig is a pig head or a pair of pigs, and if you are polite, a little suet and bones.

However, Yin Tianshui generously gave him two kilograms of the fattest rib meat. The butcher smiled with wrinkles on his face and helped Yin Tianshui clean the pig's head.

The pig's lungs were rinsed with water over and over again, and the stomach and intestines were cleaned from the ashes inside the stove. They were washed repeatedly on the river beach before leaving politely.

"Wouldn't it be better to give him a pair of sewers or a pig's head? It makes me feel bad to give him so much fat."

This is not easy to buy even if you have money.

Seeing that the pig butcher was gone, Xiao Zhan approached Yin Tianshui and muttered.

Yin Tianshui looked at the large amount of sewer. Even after cleaning it, there was still a strange smell.

In this day and age, this thing is not popular and has no value at all.

"Don't worry, I will cook delicious food for you myself."

Yin Tianshui chuckled and replied.

He could tell Xiao Zhan and others that in later generations, 'couple's lung slices' made from pig heart, liver, and lungs would be a popular delicacy all over the country.

Needless to say, the fat intestines and the belly are much more than the price of pork.

After all, people in this era just want to have a full stomach. They are reluctant to add seasonings to cooked food, and they don’t pay attention to cooking methods. No matter how good the green leafy vegetables are, they will be dull and brown when they come out of the pot. There is no oil, no chicken essence, MSG and so on. , so salty that it hurts my throat.

"Can you cook?"

Xiao Zhan asked curiously.

"You'll find out by dinner time."

In the afternoon, Yin Tianshui went to the supply and marketing cooperative in the town and bought star anise, pepper, chili, MSG, white sugar, brown sugar, soy sauce, and rice wine.

After returning home, he started to get busy, sending the middle-aged man who arranged the cooking around.

The young man who was working was confused. From the beginning, there was a strong smell in the air, but later on, he smelled the fragrance and drooled, and the work in his hands became faster and faster.

When it was time for dinner, he sat down and looked at the large basin of braised sausage with a lot of onions in it. Xiao Zhan couldn't help but pinch a piece of sausage and taste it carefully.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Li Haomin asked without blinking.

He was someone who didn't like eating this kind of food, but the taste still attracted him.

"too delicious!"

Xiao Zhan shouted loudly, and the sound of chewing was not controlled well, and everyone around him was startled.

He swallowed it regardless, then reached out and picked out a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Take the chopsticks and serve yourself."

The basin brought by Yin Tianshui contained shredded tripe mixed with minced garlic. He also pinched a piece to taste the saltiness.

The big iron pot was boiling bone soup, with tender spring bamboo shoots in it, and a thick layer of chopped green onion sprinkled on top.

“I didn’t expect this food to be so delicious!”

The exclamation was covered up by the sound of chewing.

Yin Tianshui stared at the spring bamboo shoots and bone soup and ate two full bowls of rice, but he stopped grabbing the rest.

Seeing that the big iron pot was empty, he immediately put the pig lungs, pig heart, and pig liver that had been soaked in water into the pot with seasonings for tomorrow's meal.

After the big pot of rice was finished and cleaned, he cooked the pig's head separately.

When cooked, the pig ears and tongue must be separated from the pig head meat. When the time comes, the pig head meat will be braised and the pig ears will be served cold. What about the pig tongue? Yin Tianshui thought about it and made it five-flavored, adding a little chili pepper.

"Brother Chen, you've cooked the lard."

He ordered the person in charge of cooking, and ignored the people who gathered around him to ask how he could turn these normally despised sewage into delicious food.

"You can just ask Brother Chen how to do it."

He smiled and picked up two portions of rib meat, each weighing about three kilograms, and prepared to leave on Xiao Zhan's bicycle:

"Brother Xiao, put the remaining meat into a big basket and sink it into the well in the village. Send your brothers to take turns guarding it at night."

The temperature has risen to about [-] degrees at noon. The meat must be left as it is, and it will taste better in another day.

Before leaving the house, he said, "You can just go to sleep. You don't have to wait for me."