Rebirth in 1998 is also a kind of life

As we all know, Yang Zhu is a person with extremely bad taste.

As the big boss of Zhutou Trading, he directly rejected the hotel arranged for him by the county. Instead, he paid for it himself and chose a two-and-a-half-story old house with black tiles facing the river not far from the Renhe Bridge as his foothold— —At this time, no cement embankment had been built at the entrance of the city, and these decades-old old houses cling to the Ren River in a posture almost suspended from the river. After getting drunk, he would fall directly from the second floor into the river and drown.

Fortunately, Yang Zhu had never had much interest in drinking, so even though the wooden fence on the second floor only reached his waist for a 1.8-meter man like him, as long as he didn't die, there was no personal danger at all.

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"Hey, hey, are you sure this is the way to eat this thing?" Sitting in the backyard on the first floor, Yang Zhu looked suspiciously at the milky white soup that was gradually churning in the iron pot in front of him. , Then reluctantly picked up two dried corn cobs from the bamboo basket next to them and threw them into the fire rack.

Yu Xiaohua turned into a cooking god, and confidently threw the freshly cut potatoes into the pot: "Don't worry, in our hometown, stewed peas with cured pork legs is the most classic way to eat, I guarantee that your tongue will be fresh They will all be bitten off!"

Yang Zhu looked at the piece of bacon in the pot that was even bigger than the braised pork, and was speechless: "Please, please keep your eyes open, this is cured pork belly, not cured pork leg! And... You said it was stewed with peas, so what happened to these potatoes!?"

Hua Hua said confidently: "Potatoes can be served with everything! Besides, don't you think that the combination of meat and vegetables is very unbalanced with just a bowl of peas?"

amount……

Meat and vegetable combination?

Shouldn't potatoes be miscellaneous grains? When did they become vegetables?

Seeing that the famous dishes such as steamed bacon with black bean sauce, fried bacon with green pepper, and fried bacon with artemisia annua that I was looking forward to came to naught, Mr. Yang lowered his head sadly: "Well, I can only look forward to your old man's craftsmanship. Don't waste these squares of bacon - this is [Zhao Xiaochun's old bacon] sent over by someone, this thing is now in high demand in the main city of Shuangqing!"

The very nofashion name of Zhao Xiaochun Old Bacon is a special product with local characteristics.

In fact, Zhao Xiaochun, as the fifth-generation inheritor of Chengkou’s old bacon processing technology, is indeed well-known in Chengkou County—as a person who insists on using only high-quality local pork as raw materials, and rejects sick and dead pigs and any chemical additives , even every process has to be checked by him personally and he must personally control the smoking process. This old man can change from a small self-employed to a brand praised by the whole city in more than ten years. There is no reason.

In fact, with the merger of Chengkou into Shuangqing in 98, under the vigorous publicity of the Shuangqing government, Zhao Xiaochun's old bacon has become a hot commodity in the main city, especially in Jiulongpo District, even if Zhao Xiaochun has already Through the form of "wild raising of piglets", poor households can help increase the supply of high-quality raw materials, but the production of old bacon is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Facing the enthusiasm of the people of Shuangqing, this brand of old bacon is still hard to find. Therefore, for For Yang Zhu, although the old bacon in the pot is actually not difficult to buy, it is a bit embarrassing to see Huahua "spoiling" such a good thing.

As time went by, when the light mist rising from the river gradually spread to the small courtyard, creating an atmosphere of "outside the green hills at dusk", the pot of soup that consumed nearly half a basket of corncobs also gradually gave off a sense of excitement. Mouthwatering aroma.

Just when Yang Zhu was tempted by the aroma, ignoring the nearly one-and-a-half finger-and-a-half of fat and the oversized meat with a diameter of more than 3 centimeters, when he was going to eat such a chopstick to satisfy his hunger, there was a knock on the door without haste up.

"Xiao Yang, are you there?" Old Wen's voice came over.

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"Haha, it seems that I'm such a bad old man, I'm very lucky. I was able to grab such a good food to eat when I just came here!" Sitting on the small bamboo chair, Mr. Wen took the bowl and chopsticks handed over by classmate Huahua, and just put it away He landed on the ground and rubbed his hands lightly, looking like an educated youth and old gourmet.

Yang Zhu looked at the sky, thinking what is good luck? ... You obviously came here because you were stuck with a meal, okay?

It's just that since the minute he knew that Mr. Wen had returned to the entrance of the city, he already knew that the old man would definitely come over, so there was no surprise, and he just handed over a bowl of dipped water respectfully. , smiled and said: "Old Wen, Huahua's pot of old bacon is stewed randomly, if it's not tasty, don't scold your mother; and... this bowl of dipping water is also mixed indiscriminately, you should taste it first, and if there is anything missing, let me know. I'll add it to you!"

Hearing Yang Zhu say that his pot of bacon was stewed randomly, classmate Hua Hua gave him a somewhat dissatisfied look, but Mr. Wen was at the side, so she couldn't get angry, otherwise she would have thrown it away with a crackling.

When Mr. Wen heard these words that seemed to mean something, he just smiled, and after a gesture, he directly picked up a piece of old bacon that looked almost as big as his mouth with his chopsticks, and then didn't dip it in any seasoning. , just bit down 1/3 of it so abruptly.

Feeling the creaking sound coming from his mouth and the wonderful feeling of the crispy skin of the old bacon, Mr. Wen moaned comfortably, and sighed: "The raw materials are good, and everything is delicious...for 20 years Before, if I could eat such a piece of meat, it would be in time for the Chinese New Year, and I, an old man, am too late to be satisfied, why are we talking about scolding or not!?"

When Huahua saw that her craftsmanship was recognized, she immediately beamed with joy, first she gave Yang Zhu a proud look, and then said: "Mr. Wen, you can eat as much as you like, there are two servings in this pot." Square bacon, definitely enough!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the old man curiously: "Mr. Wen, aren't you a well-known scholar? The reform and opening up was carried out 20 years ago. Then you...would it be so difficult to even eat meat?"

Mr. Wen chuckled: "What's the matter with the reform and opening up? Our country is so big, how could it be possible for everyone to live a good life all at once? I was at the grassroots level at that time, and the farmers at that time... were miserable!"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to put down his chopsticks with deep emotion: "In fact, let alone that time, even now, there are still many farmers in our country who are reluctant to put oil in their meals on weekdays, and can't eat a bite or two of meat a year ?”

Hua Hua always glanced at Yang Zhu vaguely from the corner of the eye when Mr. Wen was talking, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but jump. After a little hesitation, he put on an expression of surprise and curiosity on his face, and opened his mouth wide. : "Hasn't this entered the 21st century? Our country's economy is booming now. Even if the rural areas are a little poor for a while, it's not like we can't eat a bite or two of meat a year, right? ...As for the daily meals, even the oil is reluctant , that would be too exaggerated!"

Hearing these suspicious words, Mr. Wen thoughtfully glanced at the beautiful girl in front of him who he hadn't paid much attention to before, and then sighed softly: "Actually, I don't blame you. As a person born in the reform and opening up The new generation after the 80s, although you guys born in the [-]s have experienced the pains of education reform, state-owned enterprise restructuring, and commercial housing reform... But in the final analysis, the two of you have lived in the relatively developed Qilu area since childhood, and you are only children. There's not much awareness of real poverty."

This time, Huahua was not happy: "Mr. Wen, there are many people living in a difficult life in Qilu, okay? Especially in the old districts of Yimeng, there are not as many extremely poor households as there are in the western provinces?"

Elder Wen just smiled when he heard the words: "Although I am now focusing on the topic of rural economy, based on my experience at the grassroots level in the past ten years, I have a lot of affection for all the peasant brothers, but what I want to say is..."

"There are differences between regions. There is [poverty] in the old area of ​​Yimeng, while [poverty] is in the city entrance;"

"Where is the difference between poverty and poverty... maybe when you are a little older, you will understand!"

Huahua is not a fool. Most of Huaxia's characters have their own independent pictographic logic. I just sketched the traditional and seal characters of these two characters in my mind, and I roughly understood the difference.

Carefully glanced at Yang Zhu, who was always smiling and silent, from the corner of the eye, Huahua frowned and looked at Mr. Wen: "Mr. Wen, we have been here for half a month, and we have been to some places... Is it that difficult as you said?"

Looking at the assist sent over, Mr. Wen just hesitated for a while, then sighed Wei Ran: "It's difficult, it's really difficult here at the entrance of the city!"

After finishing speaking, without concealing it, he looked straight at Yang Zhu: "Xiao Yang, as one of the only 14 [contiguous poverty-stricken areas] in the country, do you know what these words mean to the city's entrance? "

Seeing Mr. Wen asking him directly, Yang Zhu sighed in his heart, thought for a while and said: "It means that the mountains are isolated and the roads are blocked. A plank road that is only seven or eight miles long and twenty miles long?"

"It means that Jiba, which can be reached by car in five or six minutes, needs to walk for half a day here, and then just to buy a few bags of salt?"

"It means that the local people use bamboo rafts to fight with their lives against the rapids and rapids on the only mountain stream at the entrance of the city that can communicate with the outside world, in order to get only a few tons of charcoal, logs, lacquer, etc. on the bamboo raft. Tea and other local specialties are transported to the neighboring Wanzhou?...Oh, yes, tea can’t go by water, it has to be walked for three days and three nights to reach Wanzhou, and if it’s raining, it will take a week.”

After finishing speaking, Yang Zhu sighed: "[The road is rugged and often hinders horses, and the stream is deep and narrow every time it blocks Jinliang]... This sentence in the Chronicle of Chengkou Hall in the 24th year of Daoguang (1844) is really appropriate enough to describe it. !"

The general meaning of this sentence is that the roads at the entrance of the city are bumpy, and it is difficult for cars and horses to pass; Even if you look at the 14 contiguous poverty-stricken areas across the country, it definitely ranks among the top three.

In fact, before the relocation work was carried out, almost all the villages at the entrance of the city were on the mountainside, and only the towns and markets were concentrated in the narrow area at the foot of the steep mountain, and the horizontal area was often only a pitiful hundred meters. ——But there is no way, the name of the city entrance "nine parts of mountains and rivers and one part of land" is not groundless. Even the county seat is just a slightly larger tidal flat formed at the sharp turn of the Ren River.

As an investor, reading the local county annals is one of the necessary tasks. Although the current Chengkou county annals have not been sorted out, after reading here and there for a few days, Yang Zhu is also interested in the Chengkou county annals. The basic situation has a more in-depth understanding.

After repeating the information he had read from the county annals with some sighs, Yang Zhu hesitated for a moment, his painting style changed abruptly, and he looked at Mr. Wen with a smile: "But, this is a thing of the past. Since the founding of New China From the beginning, the traffic environment on the Chengkou side has been continuously improved thanks to the efforts of the government. In the 70s, people in the county began to mobilize the people of the county to overhaul the roads. After spending tens of millions of man-hours, they finally opened up the ground Roads, the extremely risky but extremely inefficient means of water transportation are therefore abandoned;”

"And if I remember correctly..."

"Before 1997, Chengkou County had 0 kilometers of national roads, 139 kilometers of provincial roads, 215 kilometers of county roads, 108 kilometers of township roads, and 0 kilometers of village roads;"

"However, since Chengkou was merged into Shuangqing, only three years later, the provincial roads on the Chengkou side have increased to 283 kilometers, the county roads have also become 239 kilometers, and the township roads have also increased to 195 kilometers—— Even if the planning can be successfully completed, next year the city will have 155 kilometers of national roads, and the village roads known as "county-level economic capillaries" and "well-off roads" are also under tight planning. It is estimated that it will take up to ten years , the scale of the village road will exceed 1000 kilometers.”

"In this way, the future of Chengkou is also smooth!"

Listening to this set of data reported by Yang Zhu, Mr. Wen felt extremely complicated. The implication of Yang Zhu's words was very simple-don't think about starting from the bad natural environment, inconvenient transportation, etc. In addition to arousing my sympathy, I put a big hat on my backhand, and then made him make some concessions. These data are clearly placed there, and it is inappropriate to talk about some old calendar things.

However, although Mr. Wen is only a literati, he has worked at the grassroots level for more than ten years, and his tenacity is beyond ordinary people's imagination. He was not depressed when he heard that Yang Zhu blocked the road before he opened his mouth, and took the bowl. After Yang Zhu picked up a piece of old bacon as if he was apologetic, he turned his head to look at Yu Xiaohua who was beside him, and said with a smile, "Younger, have you ever seen a person living in a cave?"

Huahua was stunned, and glanced at Yang Zhu who seemed to be struggling with the big piece of old bacon on the chopsticks from the corner of the eye. He tightened his chopsticks unnaturally, and then showed an innocent expression: "No."

Seeing Huahua's response, Elder Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to ask: "Then have you ever seen a person who can't speak despite having no physical defects?"

Hua Hua, who had dealt with people with mild disabilities a lot, was startled. She thought about it carefully, and then shook her head: "No!"

"Then have you heard of the Fool's Village?" Old Wen continued to ask as if he hadn't noticed when Yang Zhu turned his gaze over.

"No...what's the situation in Fool's Village?" Huahua, who was aroused by curiosity, flashed countless possibilities in her mind, and finally shook her head.

When Yang Zhu at the side saw this, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but he sighed again in his heart...

(I don’t know if the following content can pass the review, so I split it into two chapters, sorry!)