"Attention, attention, today is December 10, the anniversary of Mr. Nobel's death. At the same time, today is also the day of the Nobel Prize......"

The loudspeaker of the Xibao Meat Factory shouted at ten o'clock in the morning.

In the workshop, the noisy machine sound gradually quieted down, but the production lines were suspended.

It was a step that had been set a few weeks ago, and the workers had finished their work, cleaned the workbench, and walked out of the workshop loosely. Own other groups of workers to carry out additional maintenance and repairs.

It's basically a holiday routine.

In China, except for the recycling production line that cannot be shut down such as steel mills, the 24×7 production model is not pursued.

The production line of Xibao Meat Factory is very busy on weekdays, and when it comes to festivals, it will take the opportunity to repair, not only to let the workers rest and rest, but also to repair the machine.

Duan Hua stretched his waist and walked out of the office, nodding and smiling at everyone.

He is not usually such an amiable character, but today, Comrade Duan Hua is in a very good mood, and he can't do it if he wants to keep his face.

"Director Duan, congratulations. The chief accountant happened to meet Duan Hua, and a smile appeared on Banzheng's face.

"Rejoice and rejoice. "Duan Huale hehe.

The chief accountant joked: "The Nobel laureate is your nephew, what do we like?" ”

"The Nobel laureate is Chinese, which is not a great joy. The director next to him grabbed the topic, immediately inserted it, and smiled at Duan Hua: "Director Duan is beautiful, you have to make us happy." ”

"On the weekend I set the wine and invite everyone to have a drink. Duan Hua didn't stumble at all, this was discussed a long time ago. The family should be beautiful, and the people in the factory should also be invited. When the time comes, you can't pull everyone home, it's better to invite everyone in the factory first.

The chief accountant laughed and said, "It's best to have wine to drink." Hey, Director Duan's wine is to drink one less glass, and it will rise in the future, don't forget us. ”

"It's right to have a drink, but you can't talk about it. Yang Rui is Yang Rui, I am me. "Comrade Duan Hua doesn't like to climb relationships.

The director only regarded him as hypocritical, and couldn't help laughing: "Just to contact Huarui, I can't let you stay in the Xibao Meat Factory all the time." Let's wait for the good news from above. ”

"Besides, I am a brick of the revolution, and I can move it wherever it is needed. But no matter where I go in the future, I will stand on the last shift. Duan Hua said more seriously.

"Where else can I move, I can only move it up, and I will be the leader of Duan in the future......" The director complimented him vigorously.

Duan Hua accepted it calmly. He grew up in a state-owned enterprise, and although he does not pursue the style of a state-owned enterprise, he is quite adaptable.

"Attention, attention, today is December 10, the anniversary of Mr. Nobel's death. At the same time, today is also the award day of the Nobel Prize, the first canteen of the factory, the second canteen of the factory and the auditorium, which are open all day, and everyone is welcome to watch the live broadcast. ”

The loudspeaker in the factory sounded again.

This is the most nostalgic and disgusting place for state-owned factories.

On weekdays, the factory's loudspeaker takes into account the functions of communication and entertainment, and any big and small things will be played through the loudspeaker. Basically, whether a thing is important or not can be judged by the loudspeaker in the factory, for example, which leader will be notified when he comes, which leader will be notified three times when he comes, and which leader will not be notified when he comes, which will basically make people have a judgment.

During working hours, the loudspeaker also plays music.

In the seventies and eighties, there was no such thing as a walkman, and when everyone had lunch and was bored at work, there was no mobile phone to watch, and entertainment was all based on loudspeakers.

When you work, you play labor songs, when you rest, you put all kinds of minor tunes and folk songs, when you get off work, you occasionally play the sound of glamour, if you are a little more relaxed, you can also order Tian Fang's storytelling during meal time, or Ma Sanli's cross talk.

Of course, loudspeakers are also annoying when they are annoying.

The people who hate it the most are the ones who like to sleep in.

In the era when there was no commercial housing, a person lived wherever he worked. The tweeter at 7 o'clock in the morning is really not friendly for people who don't need to go to work.

Children who lack sleep are the most annoying to it, but today, the children of the factory-run middle school will smile at the corners of their mouths when they hear the loudspeaker.

Naturally, they are not happy for the death of Nobel, or just for the melon seeds in the auditorium, they are for the prosperity of the motherland...... and having fun with a day off.

Fort West.

Yang Rui's eldest cousin, Duan Hang, is also putting on a bright spot for the upcoming county-wide study meeting.

Not only him, but also the civil servants of the whole town were mobilized, although as early as a few days ago, reporters from the capital had already completed the work of filming and interviewing, but even if it was just for themselves, everyone was willing to put in a few days of labor, and the Nobel Prize Day was celebrated as a holiday.

"In Xibao Town, there are the world's number one scientists. "Duan Hang didn't need to drink, he was already drunk.

After a young man who tried to correct the word "number one in the world" was given a lesson, the characters on the streets of the town were united in their thoughts. Including Huo Laosi's gang, which once occupied the bus station, now when it comes to Yang Ruilai, they don't forget to add the words "world's first".

Offending the director of the town's public security bureau will not end well, it will be much more serious than the world's No. 1.

Compared with the bustle of Beijing and Hedong Province, Guangzhou@Zhou City is much quieter.

Xu Anqing took leave and returned home, a warm and comfortable home without Yang Rui's name.

Unlike the capital, which has a strong political atmosphere, at the beginning of the reform and opening up, everything was so prosperous that it was difficult for everyone's attention to concentrate.

Xu Anqing felt that he preferred such a city, at least, in the recent past, he preferred to spend time in a more relaxed city.

At the very least, wait until the storm of the Nobel Prize has passed.

Staying in a secluded military district building, Xu Anqing only felt that everything around him was extremely kind. The cockroaches that I hated the most when I was a teenager, the moss that I hated the most when I was in middle school, and the damp ...... that I could never get rid of.

"Mom, I want to eat steamed pork ribs. Xu Anqing shouted, buried himself in the sofa, and watched TV comfortably.

In the kitchen, Xu's mother, who was busy, was also very happy, and said with a smile: "No problem, let's steam the chicken feet together." ”

"A little more money. ”

"Good. Mother Xu wiped her hands with a rag, turned her head and said to the chef on standby: "Four portions of the same, send one to Commander Liu and one to Commissar Lan, well, make five portions, and a few other dishes." ”

"Yes. "The cooks in the compound of the military region are naturally also soldiers, and they take the allowance of state expenses to satisfy the commanders and fighters as their first priority, and there are many people who are very good at craftsmanship.

Xu Anqing has said since he was a child that he grew up eating canteens, and in fact, it is true, small canteens are also canteens.

Steamed pork ribs, steamed phoenix feet, and steamed money belly are Xu Anqing's three favorite dishes, especially as afternoon tea.

Xu Anqing's mouth was full of oil, and he was so happy that he couldn't wait to resign immediately.

What is so good about the Beijing Municipal Party Committee? The food is not satisfactory, the work is not satisfactory, and there are still people who talk about the two worlds at every turn.

In comparison, Guang@zhou is so cool, the food is good, there is no need to do things, and no one is nagging in their ears.

"Xiaoqing is back. Father Xu entered the house with his hands behind his back, and his military uniform was always straight as if it had just been ironed. Actually, it does......

"Dad. Xu Anqing grabbed the cage drawer with one hand, smiling as if he knew that he was the second in the national college entrance examination.

Father Xu nodded steadily, and finally couldn't help but smile.

"Just come back and stay a few more days. Father Xu nodded and asked, "How is the work?"

"Don't be your general when you go home, your son is so tired outside, and you don't help. "Mother Xu entered the door to complain.

"How I didn't help anymore. Father Xu was aggrieved.

"Take off your coat, I'll have someone iron it. ”

"Iron again tomorrow, there will be activities in the evening. ”

"What else is going on?"

"Tonight, we will present awards to the Nobel Prize winners, and our military region will collectively watch the TV broadcast. Father Xu paused, remembered what he had just said, and said: "Xiaoqing is Yang Rui's classmate, why don't you come and give a speech to the officers, just talk about Yang Rui in the school or something, and you are familiar with it." ”

Father Xu became a little proud as he spoke, and said, "My son graduated from Peking University, and I still have to tell you about it when I have time." ”

Xu Mu agreed: "This is a good idea, let everyone know it." ”

Xu Anqing held the steamer in one hand, chewed the ribs in his mouth, and bit the cartilage creaked.

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(End of chapter)