Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

The Lin family’s old house!

When Lin Zhengjun and Tang Xiaofu walked into the yard, they saw their parents and Lin Hongying busy working in the frying pan.

Lin Sanhuai killed three chickens, all of which were soaked in a basin and were being plucking their feathers. In addition, there were ten pounds of first-rate meat and a set of pig heads and offal soaked in blood water.

Zhang Shuqin was frying dough sticks in the kitchen, while Lin Hongying was lighting a fire and crunching a piece of fish, her mouth full of oil.

There were some fried foods on the chopping board, a basket of fried dough sticks, a basket of fried sesame leaves, and a small basket of fried crispy meat, all of which were golden and crispy, and steaming hot.

"Wow! It's almost finished!"

"Take out the oil first, and then braise the pork head and offal. Your second sister sent some marinade seasonings a few days ago." Zhang Shuqin said while busying herself.

"Brother and sister-in-law, there is porridge in the back pot. These fried dough sticks and crispy pork are just out of the pot. They smell very delicious. Eat them quickly!" Lin Hongying shouted.

"it is good!"

Lin Zhengjun was not polite either. He took a large plate and put some fried dough sticks, crispy pork and hemp leaves on it, and also served two bowls of millet porridge. He came to the main room and ate with Tang Xiaofu.

Millet porridge is thick and sweet. Add a little brown sugar and it will be even sweeter. After drinking a few sips, my stomach will feel warm and my whole body will feel warm, dispelling the winter chill.

Fried foods such as hemp leaves are also crispy and fragrant. Every bite is like a small piece of pickled vegetable, which is very delicious.

After dinner, Lin Zhengjun went to the brigade headquarters for a meeting, while Tang Xiaofu stayed at home to help her parents light the oil pan.

The brigade cadres have all arrived and are drinking tea and chatting.

On the ground were cooking oil, flour, fish, fat meat, brown sugar, and cloth, all divided into several piles, with the same standards and without bias.

This is the gift for this year's Spring Festival.

We discussed the matter of expanding the factory last night, so no one had any different opinions.

Basically, we discuss some details, take minutes of the meeting, and have everyone sign and put their fingerprints on it. There is nothing wrong with the procedure.

After the meeting, Lin Bingde picked up his notebook and said, "This is the list of people we will be visiting this year. There are eight people in total. We have discussed this before. I will tell Zhengjun about it."

"Chen Ma Hu, I was picking fruits in the mountains before and broke my leg. I never recovered. I have not been able to work well in recent years. I have many children at home and my life is very difficult."

"'Landlord's Wife', she was originally married to a county landlord as a concubine, but later on, for some reason, she was divorced. She has no children and lives alone. She is already seventy years old this year. This year, I still saw her eating bran and wild vegetable porridge!"

"They are the two children of Wei Shanhu's family. Although they are being taken care of by Wei Shanlin now, their father has passed away and their mother is still undergoing reform. They should be given some warmth as well."

"And Wei Hongqi's family. Both his parents died. Although he is making money by doing sideline business with us, he is considered a military martyr's family and needs to be taken care of!"

"And there's old man Wei Yongji. He comes from a good family, but he's the oldest and has the longest seniority. We should give him something to show respect for him!"

"The other three are all childless elderly widows over 60 years old!"

What a carefree, invincible person!

After listening to this, Lin Zhengjun said, "I have no objection, just send it according to this list!"

"it is good!"

Lin Bingde was very happy and said with a smile: "Our brigade is not well-off. We haven't provided warmth for many years. Today, the superiority of the socialist system is finally reflected!"

Lin Zhengjun said: "We sent warmth at the end of the year, and we should send coolness during the summer next year. We can send some green beans, rock sugar, and electric fans!"

Wei Shuangxi pulled over a cart, Zhao Zhongkai and Zou Chunfang loaded all the things on it, Zhao Zhongkai pulled the cart, and everyone left the team headquarters together.

On the way, some villagers saw it and asked curiously.

"Captain of the Party Branch, what are you doing? Are you going to set up a stall at the market to sell goods?"

The spring breeze of reform and opening up has blown strongly, and at the end of this year, rural collective markets across the country have recovered greatly.

Especially in Qingshan Commune, Xu Zhigong not only did not impose any restrictions, but also posted notices to encourage members to sell surplus agricultural and sideline products and handicrafts.

All the members of the cooperative participated enthusiastically. There were carpenters making small stools and tables to sell, some went to the countryside to exchange chicken feathers for sugar and made feather dusters to sell, some wove bamboo baskets and the like to sell, and some set up stalls to write Spring Festival couplets. In a word, it was lively and full of vitality.

For example, Wei Hongbing brewed several jars of fruit wine, sweet potato wine and corn wine, and asked his grandmother to take them to the commune street to sell them. They were one cent cheaper than the loose wine sold in the supply and marketing cooperative, and he actually made dozens of yuan.

These days, it is relatively easy for ordinary members to buy New Year's goods.

There is even a jingle: "Girls want flowers on their heads, boys want firecrackers, old women want leg wraps, and old men want a worn-out felt hat."

It’s so easy to satisfy!

Lin Bingde said: "Why are you setting up a stall at the market? You are going to visit members in need!"

"You're giving away so many gifts. Secretary Lin, you must be very wealthy!"

Everyone was amazed when they saw the New Year's goods on the carts.

The warm New Year gifts, although not as good as those purchased by wealthy families, are at least comparable to those purchased by ordinary families.

"I have no money, but there is extra money in the brigade's account. The brigade's agricultural production has not improved much at present, and it mainly relies on dividends from the food cooperative!" Lin Bingde said with a smile.

"Whose house should it be sent to?" someone also asked.

"Chen Ma Hu, the landlord's wife, Wei Hongqi's family..."

Lin Bingde briefly explained the situation and said, "The people we are discussing democratically are all poor families or families of military martyrs!"

No one talked much. After a brief conversation, they continued pulling the cart towards Chen Mahu's house.

But behind him there was a sound of discussion.

“The new brigade’s cadre team is different!”

"Not at all. When Wei Guoliang was in power, he liked to punish the common people. And the three brothers Wei Shanhu just liked to bully people!"

"Now! Not only will we lead everyone to become rich, but we will also help those who can't keep up!"

"Alas, I've never seen that. In the entire Huaibian County, it's rare to find brigade cadres like ours who care about the people!"

"If you ask me, it has to be the regular army! First of all, Wei Shanhu's family was kept alive by regular army Lin. It's true that Lin Bingde and his people are good people, but they can't suppress Wei Shanhu! Besides, the new team came to power. Even if they want to do good things, without regular army to start collective sideline businesses and distribute money to the brigade, they have no money. What can they use to comfort the needy? They can only use northwest wind to comfort them!"

"Yes, that's right! Otherwise, it's said that Zheng Jun is amazing. He is good at both literature and martial arts. He can write novels and make money. He has brought our Hewan Brigade to prosper..."

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Lin Zhengjun and his companions arrived at the door of Chen Mahu's house in the northwest corner and found it closed. They heard a child crying in the yard and saw several villagers gathered at the door.

"You're making me hungry!"

"Dad, I'm not greedy, it was Aunt Liujin who gave it to me!"

"You want it if I give it to you? If you want to eat meat, you have to earn it yourself. If you just watch others take the meat out of the frying pan, aren't you begging for food?"

"I didn't mean to, I just wanted to take a look!"

"You have to have backbone!"

"Ergou, admit your mistake, otherwise your father will beat you to death!"

Lin Zhengmen pushed the door open and found it was locked. He shouted loudly, "Chen Ma Hu, open the door!"

"Don't open the door! I'm going to beat this shameless little bastard to death today!"

No one came to open the door. Chen Ma Hu was still beating the child and making a fuss inside.

Lin Zhengjun looked at several neighbors around him and asked, "What's going on?"