Yang Shugen is pretending to be fat.
There is already a famine in the county.
There is not enough food to eat.
Even the rations of cadres in the county have been reduced.
But he cannot say this.
He must not reach out to the country unless it is a last resort.
This is a matter of principle.
After surviving hunger in 1959, the country entered a period of frugality.
Even the People's Liberation Army changed into the 1958-style military uniforms.
They put away their big-brimmed hats and gold epaulettes, and resumed wearing liberation caps and cloth military uniforms.
In 1960, the harvest was still poor, the house was leaking and it rained all night.
The Soviet Union announced that it would withdraw all its experts and demanded payment for weapons used in the War to Resist U.S.
Aggression and Aid Korea.
The country had no foreign exchange to pay, so it could only use agricultural products as payment.
People are starving to death in Nantai County, and there is a very bad sign.
Some farmers are planning to flee the famine.
The news is reported to the county party committee.
Yang Shugen immediately orders the county public security bureau to block the station and wharf.
If any people who appear to be drifting are found, they will be arrested immediately.
Repatriation, and at the same time ordered all communes to dispatch cadre militiamen, block traffic arteries, and send gold personnel out.
"No matter how hard it is, we must continue to run the large canteen.
If food is insufficient, we can replace it with vegetables and vegetables.
This can still stump us proletarian revolutionaries," Yang Shugen told the commune cadres at the county meeting.
Now his speeches for the meeting are all Ghostwritten by Ruan Mingchuan.
Although Secretary Yang is also a talented person, he is still a little less coquettish than reporter Ruan Da in writing.
Ruan Mingchuan is very good at writing speeches.
He has different ways of writing speeches for cadres, masses, workers, farmers and troops on the same subject. and wording, there will be notes where appropriate: pause here for three seconds, waiting for applause.
Yang Shugen admired Ruan Mingchuan's talent.
Although he could not directly appoint this rightist, he gave him some care in life, such as giving him an extra ten pounds of food stamps every month.
Ruan Mingchuan burst into tears of gratitude and willingly became Secretary Yang's non-staff secretary.
Once, Yang Shugen said half-jokingly: "Lao Ruan, you are really our number one penman in Jiangdong.
You were all the ones who wrote Chen Zikun's speeches in the past."
Ruan Mingchuan said: "That's not true.
Chen Zikun never asks for a manuscript when speaking.
He just opens his mouth."
Yang Shugen laughed and said: "That's nonsense.
I don't believe that a warlord has such talent."
After pausing for a few seconds, Ruan Mingchuan said: "Haha, Secretary Yang is right.
Although Chen Zikun didn't ask me to write for him, there must be someone else writing for him, probably his mistress Liu Ting."
Yang Shugen lowered his face and said: "General Chen is still a senior cadre of the country.
How can you talk about other people's style problems behind their backs?
No matter how shameless and shameless you are, you can't put it on the table.
It will have a bad impact on the masses." ” Ruan Mingchuan said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I will pay attention next time."
Yang Shugen was very satisfied with the other party's attitude and said: "I'm going to the provincial capital for a meeting tomorrow.
Don't you live in the provincial capital?
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Come back with me and save a ticket."
"Thank you so much, Secretary Yang."
Ruan Mingchuan expressed gratitude.
Yang Shugen went to the provincial capital to participate in a half-month study class to learn "how to develop grain substitutes on a large scale."
A professor from the Provincial Academy of Agricultural Sciences gave lectures to county party committee secretaries and county magistrates from all over the province, and these leaders were open-minded.
Broaden your horizons.
"Acorn kernels, corn roots, and wheat roots can be eaten by soaking and grinding them.
One acre of corn roots can be ground into powder for more than fifty kilograms.
If it can be widely promoted across the country, corn roots and wheat roots can be eaten at 100 percent.
If 20 yuan is used to make root powder, the country can obtain several billion kilograms of grain substitutes.”
The middle-aged man wearing glasses spat and spoke enthusiastically, but the county party committee secretaries didn't take it seriously.
They were all cadres who knew politics very well.
It was okay to deceive the people with these things, but it was not enough to deceive the cadres.
Of course, this does not prevent them from listening carefully and taking notes carefully.
At noon, we had dinner in the cafeteria.
All we ate were new foods invented by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, such as artificial meat, leaf protein, and chlorella.
These were made into meat-like shapes by master chefs from the Party School of the Provincial Party Committee, and some gravy was poured on them.
It looked like Very pleasing to the eye.
The professor continued to explain: "Chlorella contains a large amount of chlorophyll and protein, which is very good for human health.
Eating more can lower cholesterol and reduce the incidence of cardiovascular diseases.
It should be vigorously promoted and promoted comprehensively."
The cadres all nodded seriously, and Yang Shugen even took out his notebook and took notes on the spot.
In fact, the party committee gathered these county-level cadres not for study, but to supplement nutrition for the cadres.
The province allocated a batch of soybeans and sugar, and the canteen supplied them in full every day.
After half a month, the cadres’ legs were Every hole in swelling has gone away.
After the class ended, Yang Shugen went to the provincial capital's No. 1 Food Building to buy two kilograms of chicken cakes before leaving.
He used special coupons.
Everything he bought these days had to be planned and supplied without coupons, no matter how old he was.
The county magistrate is not as good as the current governor, and the county magistrate is not as good as a salesperson in a food store or a cook in a large canteen.
Chen Zikun's former adjutant, Shuangxi, worked for the Provincial No. 1 Food Company.
He was still a middle-level cadre in charge of the warehouse and was very successful.
Shuangxi is over 50 years old.
He has two sons.
The eldest son is only ten years old and is in the fourth grade of elementary school.
The second son is seven years old and is in the first grade of elementary school.
When both children are growing tall, how can a father give up having children?
Hungry, after a hard ideological struggle, Shuangxi finally reached out to the warehouse.
He brought ten pounds of eggs home.
When he came in, his wife was complaining, cursing and cursing that his man was incompetent.
This wife was the one he had forcibly married back then, and she had always been at odds with her, even after giving birth to two children.
"Look what this is."
Shuangxi put the basket on the table with a friendly tone.
His wife looked at him doubtfully, lifted the cover, and was immediately surprised: "Eggs."
"Shh, keep your voice down."
Shuangxi quickly put his finger up to his mouth.
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His wife understood, quickly ran to the window and closed the curtains, lowering her voice and saying, "What the hell?"
"It'll be fine if you do some manipulation on the accounts."
Shuangxi said.
My wife happily picked up the two eggs and put them on her face: "Great, let's eat scrambled eggs with chopped green onions tonight."
"Low-key, you must be low-key."
Shuangxi said.
"You don't have to tell me, I know what's going on," my wife said.
That night, Shuangxi's family had a meal of scrambled eggs with chopped green onion.
The two children were so happy that their mouths were full of oil, but the adults didn't use their chopsticks much.
At night, after both children fell asleep, my wife took a shower, climbed on Shuangxi, and took the initiative to play with him.
Shuangxi had not been married for half a year, and every time he fucked her, she was very impatient and urged him to finish the job quickly.
But this time was an exception.
Very gentle.
"Double Happiness, my two younger brothers from my mother's side are having a hard time.
Can you help me?"
After the incident, my wife asked softly.
"I'll try my best to find a way."
Shuangxi said.
"You know Shuangxi is the most capable of us."
His wife smacked his face again.
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Shuangxi, who was already asleep, found his wife getting out of bed and asked: "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"
"It would be bad if the neighbors find out if you pour the egg shells," the wife said.
At six o'clock the next morning, the loud voice of Lao Wang, the janitor who was collecting garbage, rang out from the end of the alley: "Who is so rich and eats so many eggs?"
Neighbors who were working and going to school and doing morning exercises gathered next to the trash can.
When they saw a small pile of egg shells, enough for four or five eggs, they all marveled: "What a prodigal, how to eat eggs like this."
Shuangxi's wife boiled two white-water eggs and gave them one to each of her two sons.
She told them to eat them after the second period and not to let their classmates see them.
The two children went to school hand in hand.
The eldest son Chen Zhong was in the fourth grade and was already very sensible.
After the second class, he secretly took the eggs out of his schoolbag and stuffed them into his trouser pockets and went to the back of the school public toilet.
Squatting on the ground and peeling egg shells.
Suddenly a shadow enveloped him.
When he looked up, it was Wang Xiaofei, the squadron leader of the Young Pioneers, and several squadrons looking down at him.
"Chen Zhong, what are you doing behind everyone's back?"
Wang Xiaofei asked majestically with a red scarf tied around his neck and his feet on a brick.
One of his arms was on his waist, and the two bars were particularly eye-catching.
Chen Zhong was not a Young Pioneer.
Due to his family background, he had never been accepted by the organization.
He was one of the three people in the class who did not join the team.
The other two were a descendant of a capitalist and a son of a bully.
"I, I, eat eggs."
Under the majesty of the two bars, Chen Zhong did not dare to lie.
"Where did you get the eggs?"
Wang Xiaofei continued to question.
"My mother gave it to me," Chen Zhong said timidly.
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"Other families can't afford eggs, but your family can afford them, you, a bourgeois young master."
Wang Xiaofei's family background is very high, and he is a working class person.
He is domineering in everything he does.
The classmates started cheering: "Bourgeois young master, oh!"
Chen Zhong held the eggs, neither eating them nor eating them.
After thinking about it, he handed them to the squadron leader: "I'll treat everyone to eggs."
Wang Xiaofei took it, threw it directly on the ground and said: "You still want to use bourgeois sugar-coated bullets to corrupt us, so dream on you."
When he said this, his throat was obviously twitching, and he was swallowing saliva.
The white eggs were stained with dust.
Chen Zhong felt very distressed and reached out to pick them up.
Wang Xiaofei kicked the eggs away and fell into the toilet pit.
The young pioneers cheered and ran away.
When he got home, Chen Zhong was depressed.
He didn't tell his parents when they asked him.
He felt particularly uncomfortable when he thought that his parents brought him his characteristics.
He thought to himself why I wasn't born in a working-class family.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Shuangxi rode his bicycle back to the company.
He secretly brought back a bag of flour and said to his wife: "This is a hundred kilograms of noodles.
Give half of it to your parents and ask them to keep it secret, otherwise Our family is finished.”
My wife was also frightened: "It's a hundred kilograms, so don't I tell you to be careful?
It's better if the water flows slowly."
Shuangxi said: "I won't take care of the warehouse next month.
If I don't do it now, I won't have a chance.
Don't worry, I've evened the accounts.
As long as no one exposes it, nothing will happen."
Through a curtain, his eldest son Chen Zhong heard all these conversations.
The next morning, the family had noodle soup, and the two children went to school with a full stomach.
On the road, Chen Zhong said to his seven-year-old brother: "Brother, do you want to be a red scarf?"
Brother Chen Shi nodded stupidly.
"Follow me to the principal's office, and you will say whatever I say to keep your red scarf."
Chen Shi still nodded.
When he arrived at the school, Chen Zhong took his younger brother and went straight to the principal's office.
He shouted a report at the door, his heart pounding.
When the principal saw two students coming to him, he was a little puzzled and said, "Come in."
Chen Zhong walked into the principal's office, so at a loss that he didn't know where to look.
The principal said: "Little classmate, what's the matter?"
Chen Zhong plucked up the courage and said: "Principal, I want to expose":