Yang Xiande criticized the xylophone for not thinking properly, not putting himself in the right position, and not realizing the importance of this meeting. He said, "No, you have to find a way." This on-site meeting is of great significance, and whether Beishan Commune can make a comeback in the construction of water conservancy projects this winter depends on the effect of this on-site meeting. Your xylophone is not working for your own family, but for the whole commune. Secretary Shen repeatedly reminded that no matter how the project progresses, the atmosphere of this meeting must be strong, and the warmer the better. Create a kind of momentum, give a visual impact to the leading cadres of the county and the whole commune, and severely shake their numb nerves and small belly chicken intestines.

Xylophone shook his head in frustration.

Yang Xiande saw that the xylophone was really difficult, so he helplessly relieved her worries. He immediately arranged for someone to go back and give a notice, and called people from the commune engineering team to help build a reed shed, asked Lao Zhang of the film team to borrow the generator and speaker box for the time being, and asked Principal Yang of the commune middle school to carry all the colorful flags for the school's sports meeting and insert them all over the corners of the construction site. After the arrangement was completed, Yang Xiande returned to the commune with a group of people.

It wasn't until Yang Xiande walked away that Mao Lin came over and complained to Xylophone, what are they doing. Engaging in engineering is not marrying a daughter, can you use such a arrangement?

Xylophone sighed and said, the commune has the intention of the commune, how can we manage it.

At the foot of the hill away from the construction site, the large stove was forked with several large stones, and an extra-large iron pot was placed on it. Because there are many people eating, the cooking utensils used are surprisingly large. The spatula used to turn the pot was a small shovel, and the spoon used to scoop vegetables was to poke a hole in a small iron bucket and attach a thick wooden shovel handle. There are even more utensils for serving dishes. There were washbasins, buckets, and small water tanks, all of which were temporarily borrowed from various households. One for each construction team, and labeled according to the number of people in the group. If there are a large number of people, the family will be larger, and the dishes will be more. When it was time to start the meal, each group leader would bring a portion and share it with the group.

Some people joke that eating at noon is to feed pigs, and Mao Qinghe and others are breeders. Sometimes, near lunchtime, mischievous people sneak up on the stove to see what is being stewed. I also asked by the way, what kind of pig food is cooking today, okay? Mao Qing said angrily, so many pigs are not in a hurry, you should "hum" first.

In adjusting the recipe, Mao Qing also tried his best. Every household has vegetables, such as cabbage, radish, potatoes, etc. As long as the brigade has memorized the catties and left them for the future settlement, the supply will be opened, and there will be as many as they want. Mao Qing worked these vegetables. Stew cabbage today, boil potatoes tomorrow, and change it to radish the day after tomorrow, try not to repeat it. Sometimes, he also makes several large pots of tofu with his own hands, spice up the monotonous dishes. It is that there is a lack of oil and water in the dish, and sometimes it seems that the soup is too watery.

Seeing the anxious appearance of the villagers, Mao Qing felt distressed. He asked Zhenfu, who was in charge of logistics supply, to ask whether to ask the brigade to kill a pig and replenish oil and water for the villagers. Zhenfu didn't dare to make his own decisions, so he went to discuss with Xylophone. Of course, Xylophone agreed, saying that the villagers were too hard, so they picked a big pig to slaughter and subsidize some oil and water. Zhenfu couldn't wait for that. He immediately found manpower, ran back to his pigsty, and threw down the fat pig that had been fed for more than a year and weighed nearly 200 catties, and transported it to the construction site. Mao Qing is like a treasure. He was reluctant to stew it all at once, so he took strict care of it. At every lunch, he weighed and cut off some meat and put it in a large iron pot to make the dish smell a little fishy. If so, I have already eaten it. The stewed dish has returned to the original clear soup with little water. [End of Chapter]