Reborn in 1977

Following their example, Chen Fan placed his teacup on the ground beside his feet, holding his cigarette but not smoking, and said with a smile, "I went. The pig slaughterer today is Master Zhu from the food station."

Zhang Changjiang nodded. "Master Zhu is an old hand. He followed his master to learn how to slaughter pigs when he was just a teenager. After completing his apprenticeship, he worked on his own for a few years. Later, when public-private partnerships were established, he went to the food station to specialize in pig slaughtering. Counting it up, it's been almost twenty years."

Chen Fan calculated in his head. Wouldn't that make him around 45 years old?

But thinking about Master Zhu's appearance just now, he seemed younger than his actual age. On the contrary, some people in the village who were younger than him looked much older.

Ye Shubao smiled from the side, "Then is Liu Jujang from your Fifth Team the one who makes the pig-slaughtering dishes?"

Before Chen Fan could answer, Xiao Liewen grinned, "Who else could it be besides him? He handles the weddings and funerals for several teams over there. He's been making pig-slaughtering dishes for so many years, why would they change him now?"

Seeing the inquiring gazes of the others, Chen Fan nodded, "Yes, it's Master Liu."

Xiao Liewen laughed twice, seemingly celebrating his brilliant deduction.

Then, turning to look at Chen Fan, he asked with a hint of curiosity, "He only made a pot of pig-slaughtering dishes. Didn't you make a pot of soft-shelled turtle meat?"

Chen Fan turned to face him directly, "I didn't make soft-shelled turtle meat, but I made blood sausage. This is also a pig-slaughtering dish, but it's from the Northeast. I also made stir-fried pig liver and twice-cooked pork."

Zhang Changjiang was slightly taken aback, "Oh, you can also make Northeast-style pig-slaughtering dishes?"

Before Chen Fan could speak, Xiao Liewen was filled with excitement, "You can make blood sausage?"

Chen Fan looked at him, "Ah, I can."

Xiao Liewen looked at him with hopeful eyes, "Then next time I slaughter a pig at my place, could you help me make blood sausage?"

Then he turned to Zhang Changjiang and the others and said, "Counting it up, it's been over twenty years since I've eaten that stuff. I had almost forgotten the taste, but now that he mentions it, my head is full of blood sausage. I'm so hungry for it."

Chen Fan nodded without hesitation, "Sure, it would be my honor."

Being able to do something for a combat hero is something many people would beg for. There's no need to hesitate.

"Good, good, good,"

Xiao Liewen couldn't close his mouth with joy, "Ah, it's been so many years since I've had a taste of that. I really miss it."

After a pause, he looked at Chen Fan with anticipation, "Then can you make Northeast-style pig-slaughtering dishes?"

Chen Fan chuckled, "Yes, I can. Actually, there's not much difference between Northeast-style pig-slaughtering dishes and what we have here. The most important thing is to use sauerkraut as a base…"

Before he could finish, Xiao Liewen slapped his thigh and laughed, "Right, right, right, it's the sauerkraut. Their sauerkraut is really flavorful… Ah,"

Xiao Liewen suddenly sighed, "It's been so many years since I've eaten those things. Back then, when our unit retreated to Dandong, the first meal we had was pig-slaughtering dishes. We disbanded after that meal, and that's been over twenty years. So I've been thinking about that taste for over twenty years."

After a two-second pause, he suddenly stood up, "No, I have to get someone to invite Master Zhu over. I'll have him slaughter a pig for me tomorrow. I can't wait."

Chen Fan was immediately dumbfounded and amused, but also a little saddened. He quickly got up and stopped him, laughing, "Captain Xiao, if you want to eat blood sausage, Captain Yang still has three strips at his house. You can have someone go buy one back. Keep your pig, and I'll make you a vat of sauerkraut. When the time comes, we'll make a pot of Northeast-style pig-slaughtering dishes. You can arrange for a few people to learn along, and then you'll have sauerkraut to eat every year. There's no need to rush."

Xiao Liewen looked at him in surprise, "You're willing to teach?"

Chen Fan smiled, "Why wouldn't I be willing to teach? I taught them all the dishes I made at Captain Yang's house today."

Saying that, a hint of regret appeared on his face, "It's a pity there's no fresh pig offal now, otherwise I could have taught you all these dishes too."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Changjiang immediately stood up and shouted towards Zhang Wenliang, who was busy below, "Sanhu, Sanhu."

Zhang Wenliang turned his head and glanced, quickly running up, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

Zhang Changjiang said, "Go to the communications room now and call Zhu Gong'an. Ask him to help check at the food station to see if there's any fresh pig offal. Buy a set back and invite him for a drink."

"Okay, got it."

Without asking any questions, Zhang Wenliang turned and ran towards the courtyard.

Chen Fan watched his back, then turned back to look at Zhang Changjiang, his face full of confusion, "Communications room?"

What era is this? The production team has telephones?

Zhang Changjiang leaned back in his chair. Seeing Chen Fan's expression, he picked up his teacup and took a sip before slowly smiling, "Our brigade has two lines, an east line and a west line, both of which go directly to the commune's police station. They are communication lines buried before liberation, but they can only be used for single-line communication.

Later, when we were building the militia division, the communications squad of our militia regiment modified these two lines. Each squad has a simple telephone that can be used to contact the police station. In an emergency, the squad can call the police station, and then the police station can directly contact the other squads, notifying the entire team of the message in the shortest possible time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Shubao said, "But soon it won't be so troublesome. This time, Secretary Yang went to the commune for a meeting, and the commune is going to build a broadcasting station in the brigade. Each squad will have a loudspeaker installed. When something happens again, we can shout through the loudspeaker in the brigade, and everyone in the entire brigade will know. That will be much more convenient."

Chen Fan's eyes were blank. He knew about broadcasting stations. There was a telephone pole in the village, and a tin loudspeaker was installed on the telephone pole. Every morning at 6 o'clock, when the broadcast started, the loudspeaker would sound. It was a very deep memory from his childhood.

But what is the technical principle of a single-line telephone? It can only be used to call one telephone and cannot be used to call others?

And why is it installed in the police station? Shouldn't it be installed in the brigade headquarters, and then the brigade headquarters contacts the police station?

I don't understand.

At this time, he vaguely understood why Zhu Gong'an came so quickly after Captain Yang shouted the day before yesterday. It was because they contacted him by telephone.

The phone rings here, and he rides his bicycle over there. It's really quite fast.

On the other side, Ye Shubao mentioned the loudspeaker, and the others immediately shifted their attention to this matter. Even Xiao Liewen wasn't so concerned about the Northeast-style pig-slaughtering dishes, and they were excitedly discussing who would operate the loudspeaker in the future and who would keep the key.

After a while, Zhang Wenliang walked out of the courtyard, "Uncle, Zhu Gong'an has gone to the countryside and is not at the station. Zeng Gong'an answered the phone. He had someone go to the food station. Master Zhu was slaughtering a pig, and they ordered a set of fresh offal. But everyone at the station is very busy and can't leave, so I have to go get it myself."

Zhang Changjiang waved his hand, "You ride over there and hurry. Little Master Chen is going to make pig-slaughtering dishes for Captain Xiao."

Zhang Wenliang nodded, "Okay, I'm going."