After Qingling heard about it, she didn't have any ideas. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Anyway, sending Shu Jianqiang to the cowshed gave him a bad breath. Now if he really makes up his mind and becomes a new man, it will naturally be better. In the end, it is the adoptive father's younger brother, and the adoptive parents know underground, and they don't want to see the picture of the Shu family falling apart.

As long as Mrs. Shu doesn't jump to her every now and then to be a demon, Qingling expressed her willingness to raise her hands and feet in favor of the decision made by the team.

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On September 24, Yanqi Commune ushered in the annual Autumn Society.

The cadres of the brigade took the lead, holding the pig's head, corn bun, multigrain steamed bun, watermelon, mountain peach and other sacrifices prepared in advance, came to the land temple, burned incense and worshipped, and prayed for a bumper harvest of grains, prosperity of the people, and peace of the village.

Then, the secretary made an important speech on the prosperity of the people and the tranquility of the village.

The president made a mobilization meeting around the upcoming autumn harvest.

Then, it is the meat sharing link that every household applauds.

"I raised two more pigs this year, just thinking about slaughtering one in the autumn society, so that everyone can have a good time, paste the autumn fat, and take out twelve points of enthusiasm when the farm is busy!"

"Okay—" Everyone cheered.

Each family sent a representative and lined up to receive meat from the president.

In this case, the meat is divided according to the household, regardless of how much you work, nor does it look at your family Ding Duowang, the standard family share.

A pig is divided, but there is not much to get in hand, and the family has a large population, and there are only a few shredded meat in the mouth. If you get a bone, you will take a bite of meat and bone broth. But everyone is still very happy, who usually can't even eat this meat foam star.

Qingling is also hungry for meat. Although the bacon at home has not been eaten, and occasionally a pheasant is slaughtered to eat, compared to other people's families, it is much happier. But the taste of fresh pork has not been tasted for more than a month, and I miss the braised pork made by my sister very much.

She lined up in two teams by herself, not only for her own share, but also for the second elder of the Zhang family.

Therefore, when it was her turn, she smiled and said to the president: "President, I will have dinner with my master and wife, and I will have two portions of meat together? One will be a piece of pork belly, the other will be a large barrel bone, and then a small rib." ”

"Success! What can't be done!" The president asked the "Pig Killer" who was in charge of the knife to cut a piece of pork belly and sell it relatively well, and the barrel bones and small chops given were also very clean and did not leak bone marrow.

Almost all of the members present wanted meat and not bones. Seeing that Qingling took the initiative to ask for bones, it was too late to be happy, no matter whether it added a small row or a large row, they had no opinion on adding two more pieces.

Oh, there are still people who have an opinion.

"Wait!" Mrs. Shu squeezed into the crowd with her precious grandson, scolded Qingling for being "stupid", turned her head to the president and said, "This girl is talking nonsense, of course she wants to partner with my family." I don't want bones, this thing doesn't have a few taels of meat, what is there to gnaw on, and I'm not a dog...... I want two big five-bonnies over there. ”

Saying that, urging Zhu Yong to cut her quickly.

Qingling didn't bother to pay attention to her, put the meat and bones in her hand into the bamboo basket she had brought to her, and after thanking the president and the pig killer, she calmly walked out of the crowd and went back to the master's house.

"Hey, this disobedient!" Mrs. Shu wanted to catch up and snatch the meat in the basket, but the grandson she was holding in her hand was scared and crying because of the large number of people, so she had to squat down and hug her and coax her.

"I said old aunt," the president said to Mrs. Shu while watching the pig kill and cut the meat, "How many years has your eldest son been separated, and I haven't seen you pull people to eat in previous years, why did you suddenly say that you were partnered today? Don't it be for this meat, right?"

The members who had not yet received the meat crowded on the side of Pig Slaughter, and couldn't help laughing when they heard the president's words.

No matter how thick-skinned Mrs. Rao is Shu is, she was surrounded by everyone at close range to watch the excitement, and she was a little annoyed and angry, so she took the meat thrown by the pig killer, and walked away with her grandson in her arms.

Everyone shrugged and continued to line up to cut meat.

Those who have received the meat return to the land temple, bow again, pray for more grain and more meat in the coming year, and then go home to stew meat and eat.

A few years ago, after dividing the meat, a lively social drama would be arranged. However, in recent years, the policy does not allow it, if anyone dares to invite the troupe to the commune to live, the cadres of the storage brigade will collectively squat in the cowshed.

Xiang Rongxin, as the secretary of the commune, has done a good job in this regard.

Every time I go to a meeting in the county, when I come back, I will convey the spiritual instructions to the members through the loudspeaker, and I have a very accurate grasp of what can be done, what cannot be done, and what must not be touched.

At this time, the dry battery of the tweeter was left behind by Xiang Rongxin. It wasn't until one day that the horn couldn't make a sound, and I remembered that the dry battery ran out of energy and had to buy a new one, so I clung to my heart and cried out that it hurt.

If the social drama can't be sung, it will be changed to a duet song competition between the two production teams. But there are restrictions, those brothers and sisters are not allowed to sing, they must sing revolutionary songs.

"Everyone is ready to prepare! In the evening, let's light two bonfires in the barn field, two production teams in Jiangkoubu and near the mountain pass, and go back to pick a few members with good voices to have a duet competition!"

After the secretary announced, the meat on the president's side was also divided.

Everyone went home with meat and smiles on their faces. It will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days, and this meat should be celebrated in advance.

"Yingfang, do you want to participate in the duet song at night?" Feng Meiqin hurriedly caught up with Qingling, with a sad expression, "Xu Dan and the three educated youths know that they have a lot more songs than us, so they must win in Jiangkoubu." ”

Qingling felt funny: "The captain is not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry." ”

"Of course it's urgent. Feng Meiqin stomped her feet, "How faceless it is for her production team to lose." Alas, I'm almost home, my mother's stew is at noon tonight, and I have to go back quickly, otherwise my brother will eat only a small piece of it...... Tell me which ones you will do? Let's sum up and try to choose a few difficult ......."

Qingling can sing not many revolutionary songs, three are left by the original owner, one was learned from Grandma Zhang, and one was hummed by Xiang Gang, but there are only tunes and no lyrics.

The key is that the three songs left by the original owner, "Red Plum Praise", "Honghu Water Waves Hitting the Waves" and "Dongfang Hong", which became popular at the beginning of the year. I heard that everyone can sing the song "Dongfang Hong", and in the first half of the year, I heard that it became the name of an artificial satellite. The people here are so powerful that they can make a star and send it to the sky......

To get back to the point, Feng Meiqin can also sing these songs, and almost all the women comrades in the brigade can sing them.

Only Grandma Zhang learned "August Osmanthus Blooms Everywhere", Feng Meiqin can hum, but she can't remember all the lyrics.