Reborn in 1977

Walking up a slope led to the open space outside the brigade headquarters office.

Zhang Wenliang pointed to the four people sitting in the doorway, basking in the sun, and said, "The one in the blue cotton-padded jacket and hat is the brigade leader, Zhang Changjiang, who is also my uncle."

Chen Fan was rendered speechless by this one sentence.

Zhang Wenliang continued his enthusiastic introduction, "The one in the military coat is the deputy leader, Xiao Liewen. He's a veteran who returned in the fifties. I heard he was decorated, but the specifics aren't clear. He doesn't tell anyone who asks. But no one doubts it, because the prefectural military department had arranged a job for him, but he didn't report and came home instead.

The county military department didn't see him go either, so Director Cao personally came to find him. That's how everyone found out about it, but he still wouldn't go. Later, Mr. Li advocated building more militia divisions, and he came out to work as the deputy leader, mainly in charge of politics and security, while also being responsible for training the militia.

The one in the gray cotton-padded jacket is the deputy leader, Ye Shubao. Leader Ye is in charge of production, but usually, we all discuss things together.

The team's Party Secretary, Yang, is at a commune meeting these days, and the women's team leader is also away. Right now, the three of them are in charge at the brigade headquarters.

The last one is our Team 5's squad leader, who is also my dad."

Chen Fan was silent. Two officials in one family, not counting others?

Then he asked, "Brother Sanhu, what about you?"

Zhang Wenliang grinned, "I'm the militia company commander of the brigade."

Well, everyone in the family has a position.

Chen Fan was suddenly a little curious, "Does the militia company commander get a salary?"

Zhang Wenliang was about to say how he didn't even know this when he remembered that there was something wrong with his head. He repeatedly shook his head and laughed, "The militia is the militia, meaning it's a people's self-organized force. Who would pay a salary? Not to mention the company commander, even the division commander didn't get a salary when they were building militia divisions a dozen years ago. The benefit was that you could fire bullets and shells at will. Sometimes, you could also get some military uniforms, shoes, gloves, and first aid kits from the military department, but not much. They could only be given to advanced elements as prizes."

He paused for a moment and then said, "But I'm also a member of the brigade leadership, so I'm considered a semi-detached cadre. I get full work points when organizing training, plus a supplement of 300 work points a year, which is a bit of a subsidy."

Chen Fan had another question: What is a semi-detached cadre?

But at this time, they had already walked up to Leader Zhang and the others. Zhang Wenliang quickened his pace, introducing to Zhang Changjiang and the others, "This is Master Chen, who just came from Team 6, carrying Leader Yang's letter of introduction, which I've checked."

Zhang Changjiang and the others had already stood up. He switched the smoking pipe to his left hand, extended his right hand, and said with a smile, "Welcome, welcome."

Chen Fan respectfully extended both hands to shake his, "Hello, Leader Zhang."

Then he shook hands with the other big shots one by one.

Especially Xiao Liewen, whose eyes revealed a murderous aura. Even when he was smiling, Chen Fan felt a little scalp tingling.

This man must have many lives on his hands!

But Chen Fan wasn't afraid. Since he was a veteran who had performed meritorious service, then he was a combat hero. The lives on a combat hero's hands were the enemy's lives, the more killed, the better.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Changjiang smiled kindly and said, "Master Chen, why don't you rest for a while, have a cup of tea, and then teach them?"

Chen Fan quickly said, "No need to rest, I'm ready at any time."

He paused for a moment and then smiled, "It's not early, so the sooner I teach everyone, the sooner I can go back, so I don't have to walk at night."

Hearing this, the smile on Xiao Liewen's face deepened, "Decisive and straightforward, a real man."

Chen Fan grinned, not knowing how to respond.

These past few days, Leader Yang and the others had treated him like a young kid. It was the first time someone had praised him as a real man. It wasn't easy.

Ye Shubao also smiled and said, "Since Master Chen wants to be quick, then let's speed things up."

Then he winked at Zhang Guangwen.

Zhang Guangwen immediately turned around and shouted in a loud voice, "Listen to Master Chen's arrangements today."

Then he pointed to Zhang Wenliang, "Master Chen isn't familiar with people, so you help direct."

Zhang Wenliang nodded and turned to look at Chen Fan, "Master Chen, how should we prepare?"

Chen Fan thought for a moment, silently calculating what things were needed. He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and tentatively asked, "Do you have the things used for slaughtering pigs here?"

Zhang Wenliang was stunned for a moment, "Slaughtering pigs?"

Then he nodded, "We have everything. We even have two pig-slaughtering knives. We just need to borrow iron hooks and cleavers."

At the same time, he was wondering, is killing soft-shelled turtles the same as slaughtering pigs? That's a bit too much!

Chen Fan quickly waved his hand, "No need for pig-slaughtering knives, a kitchen knife will do. The main thing is to have a few large basins, a pot to heat water, and a chopping board to cut the meat."

Zhang Wenliang suddenly understood, "Understood, it will be ready in half an hour."

Then he turned around to find someone to arrange it, "You, you, you go build earth stoves, build two, and move the two big pots over. You two go prepare two chopping boards, you go carry the big basins…"

Soon, things were arranged in an orderly manner.

As the master chef, Chen Fan only needed to sit aside.

Zhang Wenliang went to coordinate and check, while Zhang Changjiang and the four accompanied him to talk.

Zhang Changjiang chuckled, "Leader Yang slaughtered the New Year pig this morning. Did Master Chen go?"

Chen Fan was busy declining the cigarette that Ye Shubao handed over, "Thank you, thank you, I don't smoke this."

Ye Shubao insisted on stuffing it into his hand, "If you don't smoke, then learn."

Xiao Liewen also laughed on the side, "How can a man not smoke or drink? Take a puff and play with it."

Can this thing be played with?

Chen Fan couldn't refuse and was stuffed with one. Zhang Guangwen personally helped him light it. He had only taken one puff when he coughed several times in a row.

The four people next to him laughed non-stop when they saw this.

Damn, what kind of cigarette is this?

Chen Fan grimaced. This thing was really choking. He really couldn't understand what was so good about smoking it.

At this time, a teenage girl brought him a cup of hot tea. Chen Fan first thanked her, then looked at the teacup. Fortunately, it was washed very clean and was genuine green tea.

Zhang Changjiang smiled, "This is our locally grown green tea. The leaders from the province all say it's good after drinking it. You can try it."

Chen Fan smiled and nodded, blew a few breaths of cold air, and then took a sip, instantly leaving a fragrant taste in his mouth, "Mmm, very fragrant."

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Changjiang and the others laughed again.

Xiao Liewen pointed at Chen Fan and turned to Zhang Changjiang and said, "Isn't he like those educated youths from Shanghai ten years ago?"

Zhang Changjiang's expression changed, pursing his lips and nodding, "Don't mention it, he really looks like them."

Chen Fan opened his mouth, a little confused, but they didn't explain, so he didn't say anything.

At this time, Zhang Changjiang asked that sentence again, "Leader Yang slaughtered the New Year pig today, you went, right?"