Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

After all the hassle, Yang Qingdai passed by Yangcheng Restaurant. It was dinner time, so she went in and ordered some food.

Apart from the shameless meal she had at the sesame paste chef's house at noon, this was the first meal she had officially tasted since she came here.

"Crab roe soup dumplings, coconut crispy corners, Wenchang chicken, eight-treasure winter melon soup, thank you."

"You're alone? Isn't that too much? Do you want to order two less?"

The waitress politely reminded her that she was not worried that the meal was too expensive and she couldn't afford it, but was afraid that she would order too much and not be able to finish it and would be reported for wasting food.

Yang Qingdai smiled sweetly at her, "I have a big appetite, I can finish it." She showed her the lunch box she was carrying, "I am also going to pack it up and take it away, and I will make sure not to waste a single stitch."

The waitress was amused by her serious look, "Okay, please wait a moment."

If she didn't want to attract too much attention, she would have ordered all the signature dishes of Yangcheng Restaurant: Yipin Tianxiang, Maotai Chicken, Braised Golden Hook Shark's Fin, Fried Duck Feet Stuffed with Hundred Flowers, Hongmian Jiaji Duck, Winter Melon and Tangerine Peel Duck Soup, Western Potato Jerky, Colorful Fried Potato Shreds, etc.

What a pity. If you want to eat it again, the earliest you can do so is after the college entrance examination at the end of 77.

It seems that it is not impossible to spend three or two hundred yuan on a big meal to celebrate getting back into university.

Thanks to the Canton Fair held twice a year, the characteristics of Yangcheng cuisine, "never tire of fine food, never tire of delicate minced meat", are brought to full play. The process of making each dish is complicated, the ingredients are fresh, and they are not left overnight, just to ensure the "freshness" of the dishes. She also came here to eat in later life, but unfortunately the taste has changed.

While Yang Qingdai patiently waited for the food to be served, she distractedly asked Xiaodao about the plot of the novel: "Xiaodao, tell me the truth, as a 'cannon fodder', what other tasks do I need to complete besides staying alive?"

She didn't believe that the farm mastermind was simply afraid that she would die again and be laughed at by the other masterminds.

Xiaodao, who was working hard to plant vegetables after taking out the vegetable seeds from the warehouse, said: "...I thought you didn't want to know, so I didn't ask."

"I'm busy buying things so that I can live better in the countryside. Tell me what our situation is now."

"The mastermind wants you to change the main plot of the novel and destroy the relationship between the heroine and the hero. It would be best if you could seize all the opportunities of the heroine, protect the good people who were framed by them, and save..."

"Stop!" Yang Qingdai almost choked to death on her own saliva. "I don't want to be blamed for knowing nothing. I don't want to be struck by lightning. I don't want to be a saint and a good person."

“…You can sow discord and make them turn against each other and kill each other. The people you protect are capable talents who have been slandered and wrongly sent to difficult places for reform!” Xiaodao is so disappointed in his son. How can he fight wits and courage with the heroine who is so stupid as to be smarter than a sieve?

Yang Qingdai shrugged slightly and said, "She is the heroine of this book, the author's own daughter. What about me? Cannon fodder. If I can survive two-thirds of the progress bar, I can participate in the palace fighting novel."

Xiaodao stabbed coldly: "Host, please don't be too confident. With your current intelligence and quotient, you will definitely not survive the second episode of a palace fighting novel. You won't even be worthy of a name."

Yang Qingdai: ...I’m tired and don’t love you anymore.

"Don't we have you and your master as our brains? Why can't it work?" After experiencing the 996 working hours and being PUA'd by her boss before the apocalypse, and then enduring the days when zombies were rampant in the apocalypse, this era of farming to earn work points and material scarcity is simply a perfect world for her.

Xiaodao added: "We can only provide you with supplies, but we cannot improve your IQ. Please don't rely on us too much."

……

Forget it, the world is big, but eating is the most important thing.

There were three dishes and a soup, each one beautifully presented, with great color, aroma and flavor. The aroma alone was enough to arouse her appetite.

During her rare last leisure time, Yang Qingdai sat by the window on the third floor, watching the people riding bicycles coming and going on the road, and the sound of cars and buses honking.

There is not much color on their bodies and their faces are filled with smiles. Unlike the office workers of later generations, who either have sparse hair or are bald, each of them has a head of thick black hair.

In sharp contrast to Yang Qingdai who was leisurely enjoying her meal was the director of the Revolutionary Committee, who had received a report from the police that they could not find any clues about the thief. His face was darker than the bottom of a pot.

"You police are just a bunch of rubbish." The dark-faced director pointed at the visitor's nose and cursed, not giving him any face, and roared in frustration: "You must be vague and perfunctory. My house was emptied overnight. You searched for a whole day and told me that there is no clue. Did all the things disappear out of thin air?"

"Your Revolutionary Committee is full of talented people. We are a bunch of useless people with limited investigative skills and cannot solve such a big case." The police officer who was pointed at on the nose by him spoke sarcastically back.

He had just received his leave approval when he was urgently recalled to the bureau in the morning. The director got angry at him for no apparent reason, cancelled his leave, and told him to get back to investigate the case.

Just as he was about to retort, the director said quietly, "The Revolutionary Committee Director's house was robbed, and only a pair of underwear was left."

Oh, after hearing this, Zhang Guochang perked up, his mood turned from gloomy to bright, and he called his brothers and set off. When they arrived at the crime scene, he felt even better, and even every pore on his body felt extremely comfortable.

He just wanted to say to the group of people who were able to do this: Well done.

Yes, everyone present, including the chairman of the Revolutionary Committee himself, believed that it was done by a group of people. It was impossible for such a large group of people to move everything overnight by one person.

Looking at the dark-faced director wearing ill-fitting clothes that he had asked his subordinates to send him, he cursed in his heart: Damn these stinky borers, they take advantage of being the director of the Little Red Circle and rob this company and smash that company every few days. All the good talents are driven to death or crazy by these stinky borers.

Otherwise, they don't have enough ability, let alone emptying his house, they would even flatten this villa built with human flesh and blood, and these beasts would kowtow and admit their mistakes to those innocent people they persecuted.

Someone could quietly empty the house, even the gold bricks buried in the wall were dug out. Does that mean that no one would know if he was killed one day? The fear in my heart turned into anger and I vented it at the police who came to investigate the case: "Zhang Guochang, believe it or not, I will send people to your house tomorrow and make you lose your job the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Guochang and others didn't take his threats seriously at all. It was not his turn to cover up everything in Yangcheng: "Director He, we all follow rules and procedures when handling cases.

Since Director He thinks we are ineffective and perfunctory, please ask the comrades of the Revolutionary Committee to investigate personally. Anyway, your Revolutionary Committee, which is full of talented people, has intercepted many of our cases before. We are too incompetent and our staff are useless. We can’t handle it and can’t investigate it.”

Zhang Guochang had a sullen face and called his brothers to retreat.

Director He was so angry that his teeth were itching, and he stared at the backs of Zhang Guochang and his group as they left with a gloomy expression.

Damn it, if he didn’t still rely on them to get his things back, he would definitely kill this guy named Zhang.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number, angrily: "The crackdown will begin tomorrow."