The weather was cold and dry.

The crooked-necked old locust tree at the head of the village of Nantai Commune, with bare branches, shivering in the cold wind.

Under the big tree, three or four members in torn cotton jackets looked into the distance with their hands covering their eyes.

There was silence in the distance, only the old eagle soared in the cold wind, and the faces of the members were a little disappointed.

Cui Shanmin, the commune, gathered his padded jacket and came to Cui Shanhe, the director of the commune.

"Director, most of the grain in autumn has been trampled by hailstorms, and every family has no food, and even the wild persimmons behind the mountain have been cleaned by those mothers-in-law, what a tidy day in the future!"

"Mountain people, don't you have a good ideological consciousness, didn't the rolling mill allocate grain, and when the grain arrives, our commune will be able to survive the winter, and life will always be better."

Cui Shanhe knocked the cigarette pouch and pot 'Bang Bang', and he was also a little anxious. At noon today, his house was shut down.

However, as the secretary of the commune, he knew that during the critical period, he must not show uneasiness.

"Brother Shanhe, I'm not in a hurry, we've been waiting here for four or five days, and I haven't even seen a ghost."

Cui Shanmin pouted and said: "Who knows if the people in the city have forgotten about us, if we continue like this, I see, even the pig raised by our commune has to be stewed and eaten." ”

Cui Shanhe's bull's eyes were glaring, and his face was so black that he could drip ink: "Mountain people, don't think I don't know your careful thoughts, seven or eight years ago, our commune lost a cow, was it your nephew Cui Dake?" This big fat pig is ready to be sent to the machinery factory, we are still counting on people to help us repair agricultural machinery, if you dare to move your mind, be careful that I fan you! ”

Cui Shanhe was the director of the Nantai commune, and he also led the villagers to deliver food to the soldiers during the war.

His leg was lame when he was hit by a bullet when he was crossing the battlefield, and he was very prestigious in Nantai Commune.

Under the angry reprimand, Cui Shanmin was also a little scared, shrunk his neck and said: "Our God here doesn't give a good face these days, it just rained heavily for seven or eight days a few days ago, and there may be another heavy rain in the sky, and if the grain truck doesn't come, it is estimated that it will take four or five days to wait." ”

Cui Shanhe hit the cigarette pouch pot with a fire sickle, took a deep breath, and a fine light burst out in his cloudy eyes: "A living person can suffocate urine?" It's not like we haven't eaten tree bark. There are dozens of elm trees on the barren slope behind the village, so we organized the women of the village to cut off the bark of the trees, send them to the oil mill, grind them into fine noodles, mix them with bran and grass powder, knead them into nests, and steam them in a pot, which can also deal with them for a while. ”

Cui Shanmin played with the stump in his hand and did not say anything.

The elm face nest can survive, but after eating, the stomach will be swollen and burned, and the scabies will not come down to.

He didn't want to eat it again in his life.

It seems that I still have to find him, Cui Dake can think of a way, that baby has a lot of ideas, and he will definitely be able to get food.

"Alas, it's been in vain again, let's all go home and drink water!"

After waiting all morning, the members of the club got up one after another without waiting for the comrades who came from the city to deliver food.

At this time, a crisp horn sound was heard in the distance.

The members of the club stopped and looked into the distance.

When they saw the head of a green truck appear on the road, they immediately cheered.

"Whoa~~ The comrades who delivered the food are here!"

Li Weidong, who was sitting in the truck, of course, also saw those members, and he slowly stepped on the brakes.

"Folks, is this Nanshi Commune?"

"Hello comrade, I am Cui Shanhe, director of Nanshi Commune, and you are delivering grain from the rolling mill?"

Cui Shanhe stood on tiptoe and looked into the front of the car, which was full of sacks, at least more than ten tons of grain.

His mood relaxed suddenly, with these grains, Nanshi Commune could have a fat year.

"Let's go, I'll show you the way in front, and let's drive the car to the commune warehouse."

Cui Shanhe took out a crumpled cigarette case from the inner pocket of his padded jacket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Li Weidong.

Then he panicked and led the way.

He didn't forget to tell Cui Shanmin: "Quick, go and ring the bell and let every family come to the commune warehouse to receive grain." ”

The dull sound of the bell pierced the winter cold, and the whole commune suddenly boiled.

People came out of the cramped adobe houses, carrying cloth bags in their hands, baskets, and dustpans, gathered into a long queue and rushed to the warehouse.

Cui Shanhe had already asked people to erect a pole to lift the scale at the door of the warehouse, and Cui Shanmin, the only literate and hyphenation person in the village, was responsible for distributing the grain.

"Don't crowd the big guys, every family has a share, according to the head!"

Most of the members of the commune lined up in a proper manner.

Li Weidong saw a member in a black cotton jacket shuttling through the crowd in the crowd.

He has a square head, big ears and hanging eyebrows, and he is not tall, and he looks no different from other honest members.

But he laughed with a few female members and unconsciously inserted himself to the front of the team.

Li Weidong took a closer look and was stunned.

Isn't this Cui Dake!

It seems that the plot line of "Man is Iron, Rice is Steel" has not yet begun, and this goods have not yet gone to the machinery factory.

In the original book, Cui Dake is a character comparable to Xu Damao.

No, he's not as good as Xu Damao.

Although Xu Damao also plays with little girls and hooks up with aunts, people really give money, never have to be strong, it belongs to you and me.

If there was no betrayal of the Lou family in the later period, Xu Damao would not be a bad person.

Cui Dake was different, in order to stay in the machinery factory, he got drunk and forced the doctor Ding Qiunan.

In this era, losing one's body is the most humiliating suffering of a woman, which means enduring the white eyes of relatives, friends, and neighbors.

Cui Dake is a guy with pus on the soles of his feet.

Niu Meng next to him saw Li Weidong frowning, and asked with concern: "Master, what's wrong, is it uncomfortable?" ”

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"No, I just met an old acquaintance and thought of something funny."

"Old acquaintances?"

Niu Meng was a little suspicious, the master really had many friends, and he could meet acquaintances in a mountain village more than 200 miles away from the capital.

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Cui Shanhe saw that the members of the club had begun to receive food, and he was also relieved.

He explained Cui Shanmin a few words, and then came to Li Weidong.

"Comrade driver, go to the commune to rest for a while, it's almost noon, I'll ask my mother-in-law to make you two bowls of pimple soup to pad your stomach."

Li Weidong did not refuse.

In addition to delivering food, his task is to ensure that it is distributed to every member.

There are thousands of people in Nanshi Commune, and it is estimated that it will be half a day after the food is divided.

...

The so-called gnocchi is a soup made from gnocchi, which is thicker than gruel, and can be regarded as a delicacy for entertaining guests in Nam Sik Commune.

I don't know where Sister-in-law Cui got the shallots, the thin oil flowers are floating, and the green leaves are spread underneath, the soup is clear, and the taste is fragrant!

Li Weidong had been busy all morning, and his stomach was already growling.

Blowing away the steaming heat, holding a bowl in his hand, and clicking along the edge of the bowl, he quickly dried up a whole sea of pimple soup.

Even the little porridge water flowing from the edge of the bowl was silently scraped up and quickly sipped into his mouth.

We're drivers, how can we learn from Niu Meng so unproductive and lick the bottom of the bowl!

With the food in his stomach and his body warm, Li Weidong got up slowly, ready to take a look at the distribution of food.

"Squeak Ning", the dilapidated door of the house was pushed open from the outside, and a member of the club ran in with a cigarette.

"Comrade Li Weidong, my name is Cui Dake, Cui is...."