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Although this little incident happened, Jia Dongxu, who suffered no loss in the end, was in a good mood.

He put the big black card in his pocket, thinking that he would be able to show off his skills at the gambling table after work in the evening. He felt refreshed, as if he had drunk a cup of wine, and happily invited Banggeng to go to the grain station to carry grain.

The father and son arrived at the grain station. Because they came too early, they squatted at the door for a long time before the grain station staff yawned and opened the door casually.

"Here, comrade, this is our family's grain. I'm a laborer and do manual labor, and my wife has just given birth. Our family is starving. Can you mix in less coarse grains?"

The female staff at the grain station were already accustomed to this kind of rhetoric, and after taking the sack, they didn't even raise their eyebrows.

"These days, it seems like everyone is in trouble. Everyone wants fine grains. You can exchange them with food coupons. It's the rule to mix coarse grains with it. If you don't want, I won't mix it with two grains of flour for you. I'll just give you some dried sweet potatoes."

"That won't do, that won't do. Mix it with 20 grams of flour and no dried sweet potatoes. If you eat too much of that, you'll fart all the time. How uncivilized."

Jia Dongxu smiled, but he knew that many of the dried sweet potatoes had become moldy and bitter because they were too humid during the rainy day.

No matter how bad the two-grain noodles are, at least they can satisfy your hunger after you swallow them.

After receiving this month's food, he led the ignorant Banggeng out of the grain station.

After walking a few steps, I found a handful of rice scattered on the ground under the gap of the steps in front of the grain station.

To call it a small handful is an exaggeration, it is just the size of a few grains of rice.

"Bang Geng, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and pick up the rice on the ground, you prodigal son."

Picking up a few grains of rice from the ground and holding them in his palm, Banggeng scratched his head and said, "Why are you picking up these grains of rice? They are not enough to fill the gaps between our teeth."

"Not enough to fill the gaps between your teeth? Food is precious. If you don't budget carefully, your whole family will starve. Learn from your father and be frugal. Be frugal."

After Jia Dongxu taught his son a lesson, he quickened his pace, thinking about carrying food back and going to the factory to work.

Unexpectedly, the enemy often meets on a narrow road. After walking a few steps, he ran into a fierce and sturdy man with a scar on his forehead at the entrance of the alley.

"Hey, isn't this my brother Jia? What's going on? Are you going to the grain station to carry grain?"

The burly man rubbed Banggeng's head like a spinning top. Jia Dongxu shrank his neck and nodded in agreement.

Although he called him Brother Jia, it was obvious who Pustucket was.

"Brother Xuewu, what a coincidence! I was just about to go pay you back, but I didn't expect to run into you here. Here, this is the money I borrowed from you a few days ago. Please count it."

Jia Dongxu took out 5 yuan from his pocket with a painful look on his face and handed it over with a flattering look on his face.

This burly man is a well-known devil in Nanluoguxiang. Jia Dongxu borrowed five dollars from him when he lost a lot of money at the gambling table a few days ago.

As for why there were both zero and whole numbers, it was because it was already early in the morning after the gambling, and I was cold and hungry, so I treated myself to a meal of soy milk, stewed food, and pork snout.

"Open-minded, my brother Jia is open-minded, no need to say anything, quickly carry the food and take this kid home, come often next time."

After receiving the money, the man did not make things difficult for Jia Dongxu and let Jia Dongxu leave quickly.

"Tsk, what a rotten thing! It's just a few dollars, but I can't even afford four dishes in my lifetime!"

After the others had gone far away, Jia Dongxu dared to curse.

"Dad, didn't you just say that we should be frugal? Just now, a few grains of rice fell on the ground, and you picked them up. How come you lost so much money at once?"

Banggeng tilted his head with a look of astonishment. You know, if he could buy popsicles at school for just a few cents, he could be the king of the class for several days.

So how many popsicles did Jia Dongxu buy without saying anything?

Banggeng was also heartbroken, he didn't understand anything else, but he knew that money has value.

"Save when you should save, spend when you should spend. If you are always stingy and unwilling to spend, won't that make you a miser? Learn more from your dad and spend your money wisely."

Jia Dongxu educated Banggeng earnestly and at the same time did not forget to give him preventive measures.

"Don't tell your mom about this when you get home. This is a secret between us. When your dad wins the money, I'll come back and buy you some candy."

Banggeng nodded. Although he was naughty, he was a child who was afraid of his father. In front of Jia Dongxu, Banggeng was extremely obedient...

At the steel rolling mill, Li Weijun stayed in the Propaganda Department after breakfast.

If there is no screening task, there will naturally be a special announcer to take charge of the promotional broadcast. After clocking in, the rest of the time is spent drinking tea and reading newspapers.

Li Weijun sat on the table left by Xu Fugui and touched it. It was still made of mahogany.

It can be seen that the Propaganda Section Chief Wang Fuchun takes good care of his old friend. Apart from the section chief's private room, there is only this mahogany table.

Li Weijun moved the table to a secluded spot near the window, brewed a pot of tea, cut out a copy of the steel mill newspaper, and started to kill time.

Other colleagues in the Propaganda Department knew the relationship between Li Weijun and Deputy Director Li, so they all put on a smiling face, but Li Weijun was too lazy to know what they were thinking in their hearts.

When someone came to compliment and congratulate me, I just smiled it off.

Near noon, Wang Fuchun came over with a smile and said that the materials at the Personnel Department had been processed and that he could take some time in the afternoon to go to the Personnel Department to complete the formalities.

It is said that it is easier to get things done if you have someone in the court. Before, Li Weijun went to the Personnel Department to handle something, and there were all kinds of procedures and documents, which were very complicated.

As a result, Deputy Director Li just informed the Personnel Department and did not even bother to prepare the materials himself.

After thanking Wang Fuchun, Li Weijun looked at the time and found that it was time to eat. He packed up his lunch box and prepared to go get his meal.

But Wang Fuchun in front of him stopped him and said, "Director Li has said that we should go to the small canteen to eat this morning. He said that some comrades from the food factory next door are here to discuss how to organize a social gathering, and Director Li specifically asked you to accompany him."

"Food factory, fraternity?"

Li Weijun was stunned for a moment, but when he thought about the small canteen with special meals and saved his meal tickets, he did not refuse.

Wang Fuchun just smiled and said, "You, it's time for you to think about your wife. Director Li means that you should take this opportunity to build good relationships with the cadres of the food factory, so that they will think more about you. When you hold a social gathering, you should show some respect for our steel rolling mill and bring the flower of the food factory over!"

"That's no problem, Chief Wang. We're fighting for our reputation instead of our money. You and Director Li can rest assured about this matter."

This thing called a social gathering is actually another form of matching up.

Since each factory has a different positioning and there is a huge difference between male and female workers, it is definitely impossible to absorb it internally.

For example, in a steel rolling mill, yang is more powerful than yin, while in a food processing plant, yin is more powerful than yang.

The factory director thought about it and decided to organize a social gathering.