Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Minister Huang didn't go overboard and called the capital on the spot. After confirming the order quantity of [-] head flowers per month, he set a delivery date, and then signed the contract with the Lanxian Textile Factory on behalf of the Jingcheng Supply and Marketing Cooperative. protocol.

"Uncle Huang, let's go to the captain's uncle's house first. Our factory manager heard that you came, and specially bought a big fat goose. Aunt Li should have finished it by now. You must try the big goose stewed in an iron pot." .”

"Yes, let's go, let's go together." Minister Huang was very easy-going, and walked out with Wang Xiao and Director Ji's shoulders on his shoulders.

The hands of the factory manager are shaking!

He felt like he was dreaming!

Back then, they mobilized the whole county to fool Zhai Huayuan, and it took them several days to achieve what they wanted.

What about today?Just mentioning it casually after talking about foreign trade transactions, and directly placed an order for [-] head flowers!Still a full year!

Director Ji looked at Lin Nianhe with red eyes, and pursed his lips, as if he wanted to call her to join him.

But Lin Nianhe glanced at his watch and said, "It's noon, I have to go back to the village primary school to help prepare meals for the children."

Minister Huang stopped, turned around and asked, "What do you guys eat?"

"This is..."

The village school eats stewed cabbage and boiled eggs today.

Ever since Yu Xiangqin became a logistics teacher, Principal Wu didn't have to cook lunch.

Although there are hundreds of children, there are not so many dishes, and they have to be planned. Each child can only get a spoonful of soup and water.

Minister Huang and Dad Lin didn't go to Li Dahe's house, but followed Lin Nianhe to the village primary school.

The staple food of the children is brought by themselves, there are steamed corn bread, some pancakes, and some are just a steamed potato.

Minister Huang and Pa Lin watched the children's meals and fell silent.

Lin Nianhe quickly "comforted" them: "Dad, Uncle Huang, you are much better now. These eggs are chicks hatched from eggs bought by the commune. Now they are laying eggs, so I cook them for nutrition every day. Look, The books and children’s schoolbags at the back of the classroom were donated to the children by Uncle Sun and comrades from the military region when I went to the provincial capital last time.”

"The briquettes for the stove were squeezed out by Uncle Wang from the share of the commune for us some time ago. The briquettes are resistant to burning, and we don't need the children to add firewood in the middle of class. Oh yes, and these tables and chairs are built by village schools. Uncle Li, a carpenter in our village, took the villagers to cut trees to make it, and he specially adjusted the height according to the approximate height of the children in different grades!"

It's okay if Lin Nianhe didn't comfort her. After she finished talking, Papa Lin and Minister Huang wiped the corners of their eyes at the same time.

Father Lin reached out and patted Director Ji on the shoulder: "Old Director Ji, thank you for your hard work, go and get that pot of stewed goose and share it with the children."

"Ah? That's for the leader..."

"Just give him some soup." Father Lin said casually, "Old Huang doesn't like meat."

Minister Huang nodded again and again: "Damn, I don't like meat, share it with the kids."

Director Ji looked at Wang Xiao, who nodded at him.

Not long after, the big fat goose was distributed to the children's lunch boxes.

Father Lin and Minister Huang didn't leave either. They were sitting in the first-grade classroom, each with a lunch box, a spoonful of cabbage and a spoonful of stewed goose, plus two pancakes. They ate deliciously.

The two of them were eating, and Lin Nianhe strolled to the kitchen.

She asked Yu Xiangqin who was still busy: "Sister Xiangqin, do you have any eggs?"

"Yes," Yu Xiangqin took out a small bowl, which contained the three boiled eggs left over from today, "Today I was in a daze and made a wrong count, so I boiled them."

"Come on, give me one."

Lin Nianhe took an egg and cut it in half with a knife.

Yu Xiangqin was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

"To the leader!" Lin Nianhe pursed his lips and smiled.

"You still cut half for the leader? Take them all!" Yu Xiangqin said, and was about to stuff the remaining two eggs into her.

"Don't, don't, don't, you hide the rest, and give them to the principal when they leave." Lin Nianhe quickly hid the eggs in the cupboard, "It's not these eggs that they lack."

Yu Xiangqin: "You don't see leaders as human beings to some extent!"

Lin Nianhe raised his chin towards her: "I know it well, just hide it well."

She said, and was about to leave with two halves of eggs.

Yu Xiangqin remembered something, grabbed her and asked, "Is this why you didn't let me put meat in the vegetables today?"

Lin Nianhe nodded: "Yes, not only is there no meat today, but if they don't leave for a day, there will be no meat in our dishes!"

"What?"

"Bad!"

Selling miserable is effective, very effective.

Especially for Papa Lin and Minister Huang who also came from hard times, the scene in front of them reminded them involuntarily of the most difficult period.

Both Minister Huang and Pa Lin wanted to spend some money to buy some meat for the children, but——

Comrade Lao Lin had been saving for more than half a year, and the total amount of money from his private house was 17 yuan. This was the money he planned to take Lin Nianhe to the provincial capital to play; Minister Huang was a rascal, and he brought a total of [-] yuan when he went out, and spent [-] yuan for dinner on the way.

The two of them looked at me and I looked at you, thinking about what changes this 21 yuan could bring to their children.

After a few moments they came to the conclusion that nothing would change.

At some point, Lin Nianhe strolled over to the two of them holding a stack of homework books.

While she was approving homework, she muttered: "Ah... this book has been rubbed back and forth three or four times, and the paper is torn... It would be great if the printing factory could wholesale the books for primary and secondary schools."

Father Lin and Minister Huang probed to look. Sure enough, the paper in the homework book was thinned by the eraser, and it was scratched in several places.

Lin's father casually snatched the three yuan and twenty cents that was held tightly by Minister Huang, and handed it to Lin Nianhe along with his own 17 yuan and eight: "Hehe, you take this money first, and buy some notebooks for the children."

"Huh?" Lin Nianhe shook his head quickly, and returned the hard-earned money of the two of them, "Dad, if you don't need it, our village primary school has rules for rewarding notebooks, but the children think the notebooks are too expensive, so even if they are rewarded, they are reluctant to use them."

Father Lin and Minister Huang looked at each other, speechless.

They are too clear that if they want to solve the plight of the village primary school, 21 yuan is not enough, and 210 yuan is not enough... Moreover, there are countless primary and secondary schools facing the same situation.

Lin Nianhe looked at the two people who were frowning, and asked again: "Father, Uncle Huang, can't the printing factory reach a supply agreement with the primary and secondary schools? Without the middleman of the supply and marketing cooperative, it must be cheaper?"

Father Lin looked at Minister Huang and asked him if it was feasible.

Dad Lin's department is in charge of safety-related matters, and he neither has a hand in nor understands matters between the factory and the supply and marketing cooperative.

Minister Huang rubbed his nose, wanting to say that this matter is really out of his hands, but looking at the notebook that Lin Nianhe had written countless times in his arms, thinking about the bland stewed cabbage in the children's lunch boxes...

Minister Huang frowned and stomped his feet: "Yes! I'll talk to Lao Yan about it when I get back! If the son of a bitch doesn't agree, I'll shave his head off!"

Hearing this familiar threat, Lin Nianhe couldn't help being curious: "May I ask, Uncle Huang, did you also go to the Army Military Academy before?"

"Right! I'm No. 19, and your old man is No. 20, second. He has to call me Senior."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Sure enough, the teacher came out of the same school.