The next day, Wang Mingyuan wandered around for another day, and before he really settled down, he was not a member of the Chenjiagou production team, and he had to wait until the matter was really implemented to register and make agricultural arrangements.

It wasn't until five o'clock in the afternoon that Han Xiaoling came back from work, and this time, she took out some of the flour hidden in the box rarely, mixed the noodles, and made noodles for Wang Mingyuan.

It's said to be noodles, but it's actually more like a noodle stick.

This black and thin girl should have only seen someone make handmade noodles, but she hadn't done it herself.

Fortunately, she deliberately added half a spoon of lard and a few pieces of oil residue to Wang Mingyuan's soup, and then accompanied by a few green side dishes and dried chili peppers, which looked really pleasing to the eye.

"Congratulations in advance, you settled in Zhangjiaao and became a part of the Chenjiagou production team!"

When the noodles were delivered to Wang Mingyuan, Han Xiaoling whispered.

In these years, the matter of settling in the production team is relatively simple, as long as a few people from the production team give proof, write a material and hand it over to the commune to hang up.

Of course, the main reason is that this is a frontier, people come from all over the country, the composition is very complex, the traffic is underdeveloped, and the information transmission is backward.

Since the captain said that Wang Mingyuan would settle down, it was a sure thing.

"What's there to congratulate you on!" Wang Mingyuan didn't regard settling in this poor countryside as a big deal, for him, it was just a preventive measure.

"Anyway, it's a new life, a new beginning!" Han Xiaoling herself sat opposite Wang Mingyuan, slowly stirring: "Unlike me, I obviously have a home, and I can't go back if I want to." ”

"What's going on?"

Regarding Han Xiaoling, Wang Mingyuan has never asked anything, there are a total of eight educated youths on the Zhiqing point, and seven of them have returned to the city, and she is the only one who is still staying here, which means that there is a problem. Now that she mentioned it, Wang Mingyuan also asked casually.

Han Xiaoling hesitated for a moment, but finally shook her head: "It's nothing...... Hurry up and eat, and you have to go to the team meeting after eating. ”

Since she didn't want to say it, Wang Mingyuan didn't want to ask, so she had to eat the noodles without muscles and bones.

But it's fine noodles, and there is enough oil and water, compared to the rough corn rice that runs around in the mouth and chokes on people who have to stretch their necks when swallowing, it is much stronger, and it is the most decent meal since that braised pork.

When I filled my stomach, it was already dark, and the shouts of Zhang Shouzhong, the leader of the production team, came from outside. It's time to go to the production team for a meeting.

Wang Mingyuan and Han Xiaoling went out and saw seven or eight people waiting on the road, all of them were big men.

Originally, the meeting was a must for men and women in every family, but Zhangjiaao was far away, so each family went to a representative.

The group talked and walked towards Chenjiagou.

Wang Mingyuan can be regarded as having seen the footsteps of these people, and often he can't go far, so he has to trot a few steps to keep up.

Even if it is completely dark, they are like they have night eyes, where there are potholes on the road, where there are puddles, and where their feet should fall, they are all clear, unlike Wang Mingyuan, who is one foot deep and one foot shallow, and there is a feeling of stepping on the air at any time.

The place where the meeting was held was on the Chenjiagou threshing floor, and when Wang Mingyuan and the others arrived, there were already more than 200 men, women, and children, and except for a few stewards who set up a table and lit kerosene lamps, the other places were dark and dreary, only the red light when the dry tobacco pouch was lit and flickered, and it was noisy.

After Zhang Jiaao and several people arrived, the meeting began immediately.

At this time, meeting and studying is actually reading the newspaper and reading quotations, which is more like a routine, and it is far less frequent and strict than in previous years.

After explaining the next production tasks, Wang Mingyuan was called to the front by Chen Jinxue, handed him a piece of paper, and then introduced it to the big guys.

In fact, Wang Mingyuan's matter has already spread in the village, his head is broken, and he can't remember anything, which is really sympathetic, fortunately he is not stupid, he is a big man, he is a good laborer, and he is very welcome to stay.

Wang Mingyuan can be regarded as settling down and having a new home, which is a major event in life, after the meeting, he was quickly surrounded by various households, this family has three catties of rice, that family has five catties of noodles, or handed over three or five cents, and some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, etc., all of them have sent something to congratulate, and it can be regarded as a friendship.

Wang Mingyuan thanked everyone happily, seeing that these rice noodles have to have fifty or sixty catties, plus other things, in the recent period, there is no need to worry about not having to eat.

With the help of Han Xiaoling, Zhang Shouzhong and others, the east and west all moved back to the earthen house in Zhiqing Point, Wang Mingyuan scattered a circle of cigarettes for a few people, and when he saw that a few people were leaving, Wang Mingyuan hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

Just kidding, I'm going to mess with these people next, and this is a great opportunity to get closer.

"Uncles, don't be in a hurry to leave, I have to rely on your help in the future, this is a great kindness to me, no matter how I say it, I have to stay for a meal, besides, back and forth more than 30 miles, eat so much for dinner, what is left, and it is not practical to go back and fall asleep, right! Stay, stay, and let you taste my craft today. ”

Wang Mingyuan was very enthusiastic, pulled people to the fire one by one and arranged to sit down, and lit a fire for them to roast.

When a few people saw this, it was difficult to excuse themselves, so they stayed.

And then there's the hard work.

Wang Mingyuan took most of the noodles sent by those fellow villagers and put them in a clay basin with his hands and feet, which seemed to have several catties, and then began to add salt and water to the noodles.

Then, Wang Mingyuan began to make ramen.

The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and everyone was dazzled. When the slender, uniform and elastic noodles appeared in front of everyone, they couldn't help but give Wang Mingyuan a thumbs up: it's really a good craft.

Especially Han Xiaoling, her face was full of surprise, compared with the noodles made by Wang Mingyuan, what kind of thing did she make?

Next up is the soup.

Since she was leaving someone to eat, Han Xiaoling couldn't help but give Wang Mingyuan face, so she reluctantly opened the box, now it's okay, a big spoonful of white oil went down, Han Xiaoling found that her oil tank seemed to be half shallow all of a sudden, and those oil residues were also poured into the pot by Wang Mingyuan desperately, and she felt a pain in her flesh.

There are no ingredients and no time to make broth, but in these years, the best soup is the best soup.

Therefore, when bowls of oily, hot and fragrant noodles were delivered to several people, only the sound of eating noodles remained.

Han Xiaoling was the same, when she first mouthed, the strong and smooth feeling made her tremble, and when she went out with a bowl, her tears couldn't stop flowing down again.

After a few people left satisfied, Wang Mingyuan looked at the empty pots and pans, and was very satisfied.

Han Xiaoling was annoyed.

The noodles sent by the fellows, the total is only fifteen or sixteen catties, and this time it is almost half, and there are those white oils and oil residues, if it goes on like this, it will not be long before he has to run out of food and oil, and he doesn't know what it means to be a long stream...... This is not a person who can live at all.

Han Xiaoling took out all the rice and noodles that Wang Mingyuan asked her to buy: "Take away these things of yours, how can you say that you are now a family on the production team, these days, it is better to live your own life, in the future, you eat yours, I eat mine, do not interfere with each other." ”

Wang Mingyuan was stunned: "Are you going to break up with me?" ”

"That's right, it's a separation, like you, in a few days, you'll have to gnaw on the mud, I don't want to be dragged down by you! And what's more...... Who's family with you? Han Xiaoling had a cold face: "Hurry up and take something and leave!" ”