Countercurrent 1978 starts with the production team

Zhou Zhiyuan was stunned for a while, and then he stood up from the chair and wanted to walk out. But when he walked to the door and saw that it was getting late outside, he had to sit back down again in frustration.

"It's almost time to eat, what are you going to do out at this time?"

Zhou Zhiyuan laughed twice and said to his wife: "Don't tell me, this pork is really delicious. It's my first time to eat it."

Thinking of the more than 100 kilograms of pork that Chu Jianghe was going to give to him in the afternoon, he felt remorseful and wanted to slap himself on the thigh. If Chu Jianghe, a young man, was sensible and measured, why would he give it to him if it was not good?

I can only blame myself for not knowing the goods, so I handed over my hand and pushed it back. At this time, I would be a little embarrassed to go back to Chu Jianghe to ask for it.

Mrs. Zhou didn't know what her man was thinking. At this moment, she had already served the rice, brought it over, and invited her son to eat.

"Son, the pork today is very fragrant. Eat more of it, Lao Zhou. You also tasted it just now. I'm not wrong. Giving this away is much more useful than tobacco and alcohol."

Zhou Zhiyuan nodded and took a few more kuaizi. It smelled really good. No wonder Chu Jianghe said it was a good thing and he had the urge to run to Xiaohe Village overnight.

I have eaten the pork in their village, and it definitely does not taste like this. It is probably a good thing that Chu Jianghe kept for himself.

Then he was worried that if he didn't want this thing, Chu Jianghe would give it away in a blink of an eye. When the thing was gone, he would be the one regretting it.

Zhou Zhiyuan was worried about gains and losses all night and couldn't even sleep well.

The next day, Zhou Zhiyuan asked someone to drive straight to Xiaohe Village early the next morning. When he arrived at Xiaohe Village and saw Chu Jianghe, he saw him looking at him with a half-smile.

Chu Jianghe had already prepared it. If Zhou Zhiyuan went back to cook the meat this evening, he would be able to appreciate the benefits of it as soon as he ate it. He had already prepared something and was waiting for him.

Judging from the dark circles under his eyes, you can tell that he didn't sleep well at night because he was thinking about the pork in Xiaohe Village.

"It seems that my sister-in-law has cooked the meat for you yesterday, otherwise you wouldn't have come here so early in the morning. The things have been prepared for you, so just pack it up."

Chu Jianghe was calm and calm, pointing to the pork that had been wrapped nearby and said to Zhou Zhiyuan.

Zhou Zhiyuan almost dropped his jaw when he looked at the wrapped pork next to him. He knew that Chu Jianghe had already expected that he would come.

Then he looked at him suspiciously, really doubting whether this kid had the ability to predict the future.

Zhou Zhiyuan smiled and scolded: "You are so good, you are so scheming. Fortunately, you are just the deputy secretary of the village. If you were put in the town or county, maybe those people wouldn't be able to play with you."

Although Zhou Zhiyuan's words sounded like a joke, his tone was also filled with exclamation.

If this kid really graduates from college, he will start out as a cadre. With his ability, it will not be a big problem for him to surpass himself in a few years.

Chu Jianghe chuckled and did not comment on Zhou Zhiyuan's words. He did not have this ambition. He had seen and heard a lot in his previous life. His lazy temperament was not suitable for that kind of atmosphere. It would be more suitable for him to be a rich man in peace and stability. .

Seeing Zhou Zhiyuan like this, Chu Jianghe told him the origin of the pork in detail, which made Zhou Zhiyuan wonder again and again.

The relationship between the two of them has been relatively good for a long time. Chu Jianghe thought about it and said to him: "I have thought about it. You should not come forward to deliver pork. Let your sister-in-law come forward to deliver it and move around frequently." Move around. I'll ask Xiaohe Village to prepare something for you every two or three months. Do you understand what I mean?"

After all, Zhou Zhiyuan is a county magistrate. No matter what happens when he always goes to the leader's house, it is more appropriate to take the wife route.

The food delivered was also pork, so there was nothing to worry about.

Over the years, if the wind blows from these pillows, it will be difficult for Zhou Zhiyuan to make progress even if he doesn't want to.

There is also knowledge in giving gifts.

Zhou Zhiyuan nodded frequently when he heard this, and looked at Chu Jianghe with admiration. He said that this boy was very scheming, and he was right. Even when giving gifts, he always did it in the same way.

I really don’t know where this kid learned this bad attitude from. Chu Dayou doesn’t look like this kind of person.

Chu Jianghe looked at his surprised look, but he didn't take it seriously. It wasn't some sneaky trick, or anything like that.

Favors, favors, are not maintained by moving around frequently. These are the rules of society. If you can't break them, you can only abide by them.

After sending Zhou Zhiyuan away, Chu Jianghe was bored and started writing couplets.

In my previous life, I was forced by my family to practice calligraphy since I was a child. As I practiced, this skill became ingrained in my bones. I can’t say it’s good, I can only say I can barely read it, and it’s more than enough to handle a few couplets.

He had just prepared red paper, ink, brushes and other items and was about to start writing when he saw Wang Daqiang coming to the door with a red paper that had been cut out to ask for words.

"Jiang He, you're busy. I heard from my aunt that you were writing couplets at home, so I shamelessly asked for a word."

Chu Jianghe raised his eyes and looked at him. He was just writing a couplet. It was a simple matter of driving one sheep or herding two sheep. He raised his chin and said, "Leave it here, I'll come and get it later."

Wang Daqiang smiled flatteringly, put down the red paper and left.

"Jiang He, I'm done with my work."

Chu Jianghe was the number one scholar. In Wang Daqiang's eyes, he was like a literary star from heaven who came down to earth. He could use his calligraphy to make himself happy and benefit from his literary talent.

This couplet was pasted on his door, thinking that his son could borrow his literary talents and maybe go to university in the future. Wang Daqiang felt very beautiful, humming a little tune and walking on the road in the village with his hands behind his back.

Wang Daqiang walked halfway and saw Tie Zhu also holding red paper, so he smiled and asked: "Tie Zhu, why are you holding the red paper?"

Tie Zhu was a straight man, so he didn't doubt his presence and said directly: "It's almost the Chinese New Year. Let's ask Teacher Hu in the village to write some couplets."

Nowadays, there are many people in the village who can write calligraphy with calligraphy, and even more people who can't write calligraphy. When it comes to festivals like this, those who can't write calligraphy can only ask for help from these people. Teachers in the village are their first choice. Target.

Wang Daqiang smiled proudly: "Tie Zhu, why don't you want to find our Secretary Chu, who is the number one scholar, Wen Quxing, the couplets he wrote are elegant, don't you want to get the glory of the number one scholar?"

As soon as Wang Daqiang said these words, Tiezhu suddenly realized and patted himself on the head: "Yes, you are right. Why didn't I think of it? You can ask Jiang He. His handwriting has been beautiful since he was a child. You ask Jiang He to write of?"

Seeing Wang Daqiang nod, Tie Zhu also changed his mind, and excitedly walked towards Chu Jianghe's house with the red paper in hand.

Chu Jianghe didn't pay attention at first, but the more he wrote, the more red paper piled on the table. Chu Jianghe was puzzled as to why he was writing more and more.

It was hard for me to go home and rest for the past few days. Who did this for me?

After thinking about it for a while, it must have been Wang Daqiang, a big mouth, who publicized his writing of couplets.

This is because I am afraid that I am not busy enough.