It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 48: This guy is from that fort? (Seeking for collection)

"Hahaha!" Director Wang Zhongping laughed so hard that tears came out, "You're kidding me, brother, I also want to stay with you for a few more days, collect stories and experience rural life, but there is no other way. The performance task is heavy, so I can't I can’t walk!”

Director Wang patted him on the shoulder and said, "We will try your steamed buns again in a while!"

"Then I won't leave you alone, have a nice trip!"

Lao Cao led the whole village and stood on the roadside, watching the propaganda team members get into the big truck. As the people of Ermajia Village waved goodbye, they started the truck and slowly drove out of the small road along the ice-covered road. The mountain village disappeared from everyone's sight and went to the next village to "promote".

Sun Jianping also stood on the side of the road, also breathing a sigh of relief!
If you don’t leave, you guys will eat up all the wheat!
Director Wang was sitting in the passenger seat. Through the car window, his sharp eyes were fixed on Sun Jianping. He always felt that this child...

Why does it look so familiar!

Seem to have seen it somewhere?

"call!"

Looking at the big truck going away, Lao Cao let out a sigh of relief and finally sent them away!
Scared me!

"Jianping, you go back first, Lao Zhang, tell all the heads of households to go to the team headquarters for a meeting!"

Captain Cao ordered Zhang Ziyi, sleeved his hands, and hurried to the team headquarters.

"Jianping, how did you prepare this big steamed bun?"

As soon as she entered the house, Li Xiuzhi carried two steaming large steamed buns into the house. Zhang Ziyi steamed them with the remaining flour and gave two to each family. Sun Jianping smiled mysteriously and took out a handful of small paper bags. Wrapped yeast powder, "Yeast powder is actually easy to make. I made these myself last night. Steamed buns are really good."

Poor Li Xiuzhi was confused when she heard this, yeast?
What kind of mother is she?

This is called yeast, so where do you put the yeast?

"Come here, wife, I'll do a trick for you..." Cao Chungui snatched one from his wife's hand, broke it in half, and gave half to Sun Jianping. He rolled the steamed bun into a ball and squeezed it with his big hand, and the steamed bun was as big as an enamel basin. Shrunk down to the size of an egg.

He stuffed the bun into his mouth, stretched his neck to swallow it, and opened his hands to his wife, "Why is it gone?"

Li Xiuzhi was not polite, picked up the kang broom and knocked it down on her husband, "Why did you say it was gone? It got into the dog's belly..."

The couple was fighting and fussing, and Xiao Wuyue sighed, "Brother, mom and dad are so childish!"

Sun Jianping's eyes widened in surprise!

At such a young age, he can even use the word "childish"!
If you know how to use words today, you will definitely be a college student tomorrow!
This little girl has an unlimited future!
"This is not childish, this is love!" Sun Jianping handed the half of the steamed bun to Xiao Wuyue and looked outside, "Why isn't Uncle Cao coming back?"

Xiao Xingwen rushed in from outside and pointed outside, "Brother, it's on fire!"

"It's on fire?" Sun Jianping looked puzzled. Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xiao Xingwen took his hand and said, "Really, it's over the mountain, it's so bright!"

Sun Jianping followed Xiao Xingwen out of the door and looked into the distance, but saw an orange-red light rising into the sky in the direction of Laomiao Ridge, as if there was a fire burning!
"Brother, is there anyone burning wasteland in this cold winter?"

Cao Chungui and Li Xiuzhi also ran out, looked in the direction of the fire, looked at each other, and understood what was going on.

"It's probably who went into the mountain and lit the dry tree branches on fire. Go back to sleep. The heavy snow has already sealed the mountain, and the mountain fire can't burn it." Cao Chungui picked up his son Xiao Xingwen and muttered.

"Well, Jianping, go to bed early. It's been a tiring day..." Li Xiuzhi poked her husband, and Cao Chungui glared, scaring her so much that she didn't dare to continue.

Lao Cao didn't return home all night. When Sun Jianping woke up the next day, he found the old man lying on the bed and snoring.

He carefully put on his shoes and went to the ground, picked up a big-end shovel, and went to the team headquarters first to clean up the cow and horse manure, then cut the grass and add materials. After finishing the work at hand, Xiao Wuyue ran over and said, "Brother, mother called you Go home for dinner!" "Yeah!" Sun Jianping picked up the little girl, and Xiao Yueyue touched the big black horse's ears with her hands. The big black horse raised its head from the manger and bared its teeth at her, which scared her so much that she quickly retracted it. Little hands, rub your fingers together.

"Brother, Dama is so fierce!"

"Yes, it is eating. How about we wait for it to play with it after it finishes eating?"

"Yeah, yeah, Dama, eat well and be full!"

The little girl shouted obediently.

Captain Cao had already gotten up, sitting on the edge of the kang, picking up a match and lighting a cigarette. When he saw Sun Jianping coming in, a smile appeared on his haggard old face, "Have all the animals been fed?"

"Yeah, fed."

"Jianping, please sit down. Uncle, I want to tell you something..." Lao Cao looked worried and took a puff of his cigarette. Just as he was about to say something, Cao Chungui hurried in and said, "Dad, someone from the brigade just asked you to wait. I will go there for a meeting."

"Meeting again..." Lao Cao swallowed his words before he said it, and waved his hand to Sun Jianping, "Let's set the table to eat first!"

After breakfast, Lao Cao asked Sun Jianping to get into the car and took him and Lao Zhang away from Ermajia Village, heading west to the Jijia Oil Mill where the village headquarters is located.

The names of places in the Northeast are always arbitrary. As the name suggests, there was an old man named Ji who opened an oil mill in this place. Later, a large number of immigrants from the customs came to settle here. Due to the difficulty of communication because there was no name in this place, we simply used the oil mill as a landmark. This place was named Jijia Youfang.

Jijia Oil Shop is located ten miles southwest of Ermajia Village. The same contiguous adobe houses look dilapidated and desolate in the winter.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the spacious brigade headquarters was already full of carriages, and the guys gathered together in small groups, sharing the dry tobacco they had brought, and chattering nonsense.

"Does your village also give out meals?"

"Well, take advantage of the opportunity to get some chewing wraps for them. They can only take one bite. After the performance is over, hurry up and get out of here!"

"I heard that Ermajia Village even killed a pig for them!"

"Lao Cao is a showman, so we won't pretend to be that big-hearted. When our village is promoted, we will also give out meals..."

"It's just propaganda, you just come here to eat and drink!"

"It's nothing like that..."

Lao Cao coughed, and when everyone saw him coming, they all gathered around him with playful smiles, passing cigarettes to others and fire to others.

"It's not easy for people to come down to perform. You guys are all picking on each other. It's a joke!" Lao Cao took the cigarette from the captain of the 12th team and took a puff, "Stop chattering and hurry up and enter the house. , What are you doing outside in the freezing cold?"

He waved his hand to Sun Jianping, "Jianping, go to the accountant's room first and warm yourself up. We'll go back after the meeting!"

"Okay uncle!"

Sun Jianping pushed open the ajar door of the accounting office next door, grabbed a matza, and sat by the steaming iron stove to warm himself.

The door creaked open, and a skinny little old man with blue sleeves on his arms, a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a tattered and patched artificial leather bag under his arm pushed the door open and came in. Startled.

"Young man's face is quite stiff. He's from Baozi?"

　Please pursue reading, pursue reading, pursue reading!
　　Everyone, please stop raising books. If you continue to raise books, you will die!
　　please!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)