Great Power

As an excuse to borrow a book, Zheng Jianguo could only put this thick "University Key" into his school bag. The afternoon class was originally a mechanical practice. At this moment, the outside snow fell again, and the school just started. A plan for curriculum adjustment was made, and all members studied by themselves.

Zheng Jianguo was overjoyed. The most important thing for him now is the lack of time. He throws all his engineering stuff aside, holding on to the language and politics, and carrying it on his back. It’s like a dumpling in Hao Yun. Three days later, the midterm exam came and the school was closed.

"The basic knowledge of engineering is 39 points, the basic knowledge of agriculture is 91 points, and the other points are added together for 69 points. The class is ranked 29th. Your partial subject is not good—"

When Zhao Nan sent the report card to him, he looked at Zheng Jianguo as if he was very happy, and raised his eyebrows: "Why, I think you have spent the past two days studying without sleeping, sleeping and eating, and you are satisfied with this score?"

"Well, satisfied—"

I glanced at Zhao Nan in surprise. Zheng Jianguo had almost pierced his head in the past two days. When he returned home, he took the textbooks to endorse until late at night. The Zheng Fugui and Du Xiaomei even reduced their voices to the lowest level. When the result comes out, it is false to say that he is unhappy: "Long live 60 minutes~ well, average."

"Ugh--"

With a speechless face, Zhao Nan shook his head and left. Since I heard and saw what this guy did a few days ago, I also thought that this time I would be a blockbuster. Who wants to improve his agronomy scores mainly in liberal arts? Then it seems to have fallen again, and seeing him look so complacent, the last bit of suspicion in my heart also disappeared. Such a person wants to take a job test, is it extremely difficult?

After finishing the achievement, Zheng Jianguo’s first semester of high school was over. He immediately picked up the unsinkable schoolbag and ran out of the classroom. There are not many winter vacation homework at this time. Among them, most of them are observation diaries and reading comprehension. After seeing him disappear, Kou Yang blinked and put the physics and geometry from the self-study series on mathematics, physics and chemistry in the drawer back into his school bag.

"Crack, bang~"

Out of the campus, sporadic sound of firecrackers came along with loud noises. Zheng Jianguo carried his schoolbag and untied his neckline. The snow had almost melted the other day, and the old ice skating was hanging under the brick house on the roadside. A half-year-old child was not too cold to make gestures, as if he was longer than someone else's. Just as he was distracted, an old voice came from the corner in front of him: "Open ~ pot ~ ~"

"Huh~"

As the old man's voice disappeared, a burst of white smoke rose up in front of him, and the children who had been surrounding him suddenly yelled, "I've been through~ ~ ~"

There was a smile at the corner of his mouth. Zheng Jianguo gazed at the white popcorn that the old man poured out of the black woven bag. There were a handful of coils in the middle, and he knew that the family had also put vermicelli in the rice. I couldn't help but subconsciously said: "Old uncle, how much does it cost to fry a pot?"

"A dime~"

The old man’s face was black and only his teeth were yellow. Looking at the other's black face and black hands, Zheng Jianguo nodded and smiled: "Okay, then I'll go home and say, you are busy~"

"Busy, busy in new year, busy in new year, new year, I want to eat something different, sweet and sour~"

There was a faint chanting voice. Zheng Jianguo wrinkled his nose and continued to walk on his long legs. Most of the shops on the street were closed. There were door gods and blessings on the corners of the door panels. He was walking through the alley, and he saw two red sleeves. Zhang pulled a young man out, and the older one was still yelling: "You said that the brigade asked you to come, which brigade you belong to, which river and pit can raise such a big fish, now give you a chance Don’t tell me, when you enter the police station and ask your family to pick it up, you will know why the flowers are so red—"

Two red armbands escorted the young man by his side. Zheng Jianguo silently watched the three people walking away, and he felt that this brother was too courageous. He was so stupid to run into the city to sell fish. Enough.

Nowadays, there are not a lot of people doing business, but everyone knows where the bottom line is, otherwise there are free-range eggs, goose eggs, duck eggs, where to send them, but everyone usually is at most in the market on the fifteenth day of the day. These places will be called rushing to the market or rushing to the mountains on a regular basis to conduct goods transactions. The eggs, duck, goose, and goose collected at home for a period of time are exchanged for money. They are also the main source of cash for the members at this time. According to poultry The classification is called the butt bank, for example, an egg is a chicken butt bank.

The person was arrested for the brigade to lead the people. Of course, training is indispensable. Being trained here does not mean that this brother will be trained, but the brigade cadre or commune cadre who came to lead the person. As for this brother to go back At the very least, it is necessary to convene a commune conference to criticize the treatment. If the relationship with the cadres is not good at ordinary times, and someone is ruthless, it will be a hat to destroy economic construction. This year, you have to spend the most time in the labor reform team.

The poor, lower and middle peasants cannot undermine the country's economic construction!

This is also the reason why Zheng Jianguo would rather eat chaffy vegetables than take the risk of getting him tainted. Otherwise, he would not pass the political examination after waiting until the end of the year to resume the college entrance examination, and that would be useless.

After coming back for such a long time, Zheng Jianguo has many ideas for making money, from the simplest fried hawthorn with candied haws, to the use of obviously surplus fish to make meatballs, to deep-fried stinky tofu, which can improve the whole family. Under the economic conditions, he even thought of the song of the candied haws: "They say that the candied haws are sour, and the sourness is wrapped in sweetness~"

But the consequences of this matter are more serious. Being pinned is not something the Zheng family can bear right now. Zheng Jianguo can only look at the string of fish and sigh. The winter battle of the Sanlibao brigade has ended. The commune did not let all the brigade members do it for nothing, and pulled the fish from two large tractors. This was the reason why he wanted to use fish to make meatballs. If they were not served well, it would be difficult for Gein to eat them.

Zheng Jianguo remembers a lot of fish practices, but they are all in the state of complete ingredients for cooking wine with oil and salt sauce and vinegar. At this moment, I noticed that there is no pepper aniseed except for oil and salt sauce and vinegar. He wants to get rid of the fishy smell. Except for cooking wine, it is white wine. Otherwise, you can only rely on such things as tangerine peel and hawthorn. But there is no other thing except white wine. Of course, it is difficult to help Zheng Jianguo, who is well-clothed and well-fed, looks at the old lady who cleans up the scales and removes the internal organs. In order to avoid unnecessary abuse of his stomach, he also said: "Mother, remove the fish head, there is nothing fishy. The cooks in our school throw away the fish head directly. The pot is simmered with water-otherwise it will not taste good."

There are still a lot of good things in the river water at this time, grass carp, crucian carp, loach catfish, and even crayfish and soft-shelled turtles in larger mud ponds. However, people do not like to eat these things, the main reason is Still these things are not easy to serve, and if they are not well done, bitter and fishy, ​​they are not enough to toss people. After a long time, no one will eat.

"How's the test? There is no countdown, right?"

Zheng Dongmei came out of the room, holding the cut couplet in her hand and seeing him coming, she handed her left hand forward and said, "Give me the schoolbag, I will put it in the house for you, and dad let me stick the couplet."

As the Spring Festival approached, the brigade was a sheep. On the way back, Zheng Jianguo had seen many people post the couplet. At this moment, seeing Zheng Dongmei approaching her hand, he passed the schoolbag over to take the couplet, and turned to the old lady: "It's still the same as before, the class is ranked in the middle, and the forty-nine people are ranked 29th, which is a bit lower—"

"Oh, as long as you don't count down, what kind of class is your class? So many students in the county are concentrated in your school. I think your grades are pretty good—"

Little sister Du showed a brilliant smile on her face. Unlike other people of her age, her expectation of Zheng Jianguo is not to count down. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to be called to the school by the teacher, so she put the fish in her hand on the chopping board. The head of the fish was chopped off with a click, and then the body of the fish was put into the pot. Zheng Fugui's voice continued: "Grasshopper, what is the medicine you let Donghua take?" ?"

There was no yard. After Zheng Jianguo finished pasting the couplet in his hand, he looked at his father. The probing hand took the couplet from Zheng Donghua next to him. He glanced at her and said, "How about it, do you feel better now?"

"Well, it's better, I don't have stomachache anymore these days—"

Zheng Donghua said curiously, Zheng Fugui glanced around, staring at Zheng Jianguo with piercing eyes and curiously: "Well, how do you know that gentamicin can treat stomach pain and discomfort?"

"Father, have you ever thought about why the fourth sister has an upset stomach?"

After Zheng Jianguo put the couplet in his hand and got off the stool, he turned and looked at the curious face of the old man and looked around. When he wanted to speak, he heard the voice of Du Xiaomei: "Go to the house to say something. !"