Eat at noon.

Jiang Ping'an met Deputy Director Li in the corridor.

"I saw that the stupid pillar was looking for you just now, why is it?"

As the two walked downstairs, Deputy Director Li asked casually.

Jiang Ping'an smiled: "You want to ask me to intercede with you, saying that you want to be transferred back to the canteen."

"Hehe, this kid is like a stubborn donkey, and he knows how to ask for someone?" Deputy Director Li said unexpectedly.

Jiang Ping'an smiled and said, "Whoever cleans the toilet for a few months will lose his temper."

"Well, I don't think he cleaned the toilet enough, and he will do it for another two months." Deputy Director Li squinted and said.

"As long as he has been doing his duty in the last two months, at the beginning of winter, he will be transferred back to the canteen."

"After all, his cooking skills are okay, and it's a waste of talent to clean the toilet all the time."

Jiang Ping'an nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "It's still the factory director who is merciful."

"I originally planned to transfer him back to the canteen in the first month of next year, but the factory director sent a message, which was cheaper for him."

Deputy Director Li smiled, glanced sideways at Jiang Ping'an a few times, and scolded lightly:

"You kid, don't think I don't know you're slapping my ass, you're a director, and you're not stable."

Jiang Ping'an smiled: "How can I be, in front of the factory director, I will always be a small soldier."

The two talked and laughed, came to the cafeteria, and did not rush to eat, but watched the workers line up to eat.

"You really don't have to say anything about your mass base, so many people have come all the way to say hello to you." Deputy Director Li eats the taste.

He is of high rank, although he often goes to the workshop to communicate with the workers at the grassroots level.

But because of his identity, the workers respected him on their faces, but they couldn't really get along with them.

Jiang Ping'an is different, he started from the grassroots level, and the mass foundation has always been very good.

Especially this year, after he helped the rolling mill get so many materials, his prestige among the workers is even higher.

Jiang Ping'an smiled secretly, but said, "Usually I walk around the factory, and there are not so many people who pay attention to me!"

"It can be seen that they are all looking at the face of the factory director and greeting me by the way."

Deputy Director Li smiled slightly, thinking that this seemed to be the case, and his heart was much more comfortable.

As he was talking, Xu Damao suddenly ran over, bowed his head and said, "Hello, Deputy Director Li!"

Deputy Director Li glanced at him, his smile gradually converged, he hummed softly, and turned to leave.

"This ......" Xu Damao was confused.

I don't know why Deputy Director Li talked and laughed with Jiang Ping'an, but as soon as I saw him, my smile was gone.

Just as he was about to ask Jiang Ping'an, he saw Yi Zhonghai coming over with a lunch box and said:

"Peace, you don't have food stamps there, lend me ten catties to make an envoy, and I will pay you back after the food is paid."

Jiang Ping'an was puzzled: "Uncle Yi, as far as I know, your apprentices have helped you a lot, right?"

"You and Aunt Yi have leftovers every month, why aren't we enough to eat this month?"

Yi Zhonghai sighed and said, "It's not that I want to eat it myself, it's that I'm going to run out of food when I live at home."

"He came to me to borrow food, and I couldn't bear it, so I asked you to think of a way."

Jiang Ping'an suddenly took out three catties of white-flour food stamps from his pocket, handed them over, and said:

"I only have fine grain stamps, and I will give you three catties of white flour, which is enough for more than a dozen catties of coarse grain."

….

Fine and coarse grains are exchanged in variable quantities, sometimes more, sometimes less.

Under normal circumstances, one pound of fine grain is exchanged for three pounds of coarse grain.

For example, one pound of white flour can be exchanged for three pounds of corn sorghum.

But sometimes, one pound of fine grain can even be exchanged for ten pounds of coarse grain, which fluctuates greatly.

Moreover, there is also a big difference between local food stamps and national food stamps, and the exchange ratio is also different in different places.

Xu Damao interjected and asked, "Uncle Yi, you don't really want a stupid pillar to provide for you, do you?"

"It's not that I'm talkative, the stupid pillar can't even support his own family, can you expect him to support his old age?"

Yi Zhonghai took the food stamp from Jiang Ping'an's hand, thanked him, and then turned his head to Xu Damao and said angrily:

"No matter how bad he is, he still raises the deaf old lady well, I don't expect him, do I count on you?"

Xu Damao pursed his lips and said, "You can't count on me, I have my own mother and son to support."

"Okay Xu Damao, don't say a few words, let's eat quickly!" Jiang Ping'an waved his hand.

As he spoke, he didn't bother to pay attention to them anymore, and turned around to go to the small cafeteria to eat.

……

After eating.

Jiang Ping'an came to the office of the director of the cafeteria to sit down and drink tea, and looked through the documents prepared by Yu Li.

Today, as long as there is nothing else to do, after lunch, he will come to the cafeteria and sit for an hour or two.

"You said it, go back to the small courtyard at night, don't forget it!"

Yu Li put down the teacup, blushed, and reminded in a low voice.

Jiang Ping'an looked up at her a few times and smiled evilly, "Just think so?"

"I hate it, don't you want me to remind you again and again?" Yu Lijiao said angrily.

Jiang Ping'an pondered for a moment, beckoned, and waited for her to get closer, muttering a few words in her ear.

"This ...... What if someone finds out? I'm a little scared." Yu Li bit her lip and said worriedly.

Jiang Ping'an smiled and said, "Now that you are in charge of the canteen warehouse, what are you afraid of?"

"Okay, then I'll go wash first, and you'll be over in ten minutes." Yu Li's eyes are like silk.

Jiang Ping'an hadn't touched her for a few days, and she became the director again, and she felt strange in her heart.

Ten minutes passed.

After confirming that it was safe, Jiang Ping'an took the documents and went to the canteen warehouse.

Jiang Ping'an was particularly excited, and he understood very well why Deputy Director Li always liked to inspect the canteen warehouse.

In this place, you can always find happiness that you can't find anywhere else.

The two hugged each other tightly.

"I'll tell you something." Yu Li sighed lightly and said suddenly.

Jiang Ping'an nodded lightly and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"Just that Yan Bugui in your courtyard, I want his son to marry me." Yu Li leaned into his arms and said.

"It turns out that Yan Bugui and my father know each other, and I went to visit my dad twice in three days during this time."

"My dad didn't hide it from me, he came to the factory this morning and told me about it."

"But don't worry, I told my dad that within three years, marriage will not be considered."

"My dad agreed, he and my mom wished I got married later, after all, there was an extra person's salary!"

"Having said that, Yan Bugui is really beautiful, his family's conditions are so poor, I will take a fancy to his family?"

"And that Yan Jiecheng, who doesn't even have a job, and is a street runner, what a toad wants to eat swan meat!"

Jiang Ping'an nodded and was about to leave.

Yu Li suddenly added a little strength, hugged him tightly, pursed her lips and smiled:

"Don't worry, let me take a break, it's comfortable."

"Let's say okay first, this is what you compensate me, don't count it at night."

Jiang Ping'an smiled and said speechlessly:

"Okay, between us, who takes advantage of whom?"

"Hearing you say that, how do I feel that I am at a loss?"

Quadrangle: The Final Winner.

Prime Minister Cao Cheng