I Had a Home In 1982 Chapter 235

   Chapter 235 234. Dragon Boat Festival Zongye Fragrance (I wish you all the best)

  Wang Yi settled and reported the accounts, Wang Xianghong and Liu Hongmei reviewed the money and were boldly responsible for verifying the personnel information. Several representatives of the members weighed glutinous rice, packed candied dates, and ordered zong leaves.

  The team moved forward slowly, and the members were overjoyed and talked a lot:

   "It's so good, look at this glutinous rice, it's white and plump like pearls, and it's more pleasing than rice."

   "This is called pearl glutinous rice. It's delicious when steamed. We will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Look at the candied dates used in this dumpling. It's not red dates, but candied dates! With honey juice, it's sweeter than red dates in dumplings!"

   "Mr. Wang, what kind of date is this? Why haven't we seen it here?"

Wang Yi said: "Iraqi dates are available in supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores. These dates are very cheap, delicious, and inexpensive, but they are a bit hard. Usually they are chewy. Well, old people can eat it too."

   "The old man should get the red dates." Wang Xianghong ordered the money and handed it to Liu Hongmei, "This date is delicious and sweet, but it's really hard."

  Chunhong, who was waiting to receive the money, asked, "Mr. Wang, how much is this cheap date?"

   Wang Yi said: "Two cents."

   "One or two?"

   "One pound!"

   Hearing this, the commune members who were queuing were shocked: "Why is it so cheap?" "That's right, it's too cheap, you can't buy a tael of dried red dates—no, it's almost a tael of two!"

  Wang Yi did not explain the fact that the outside world put the hepatitis A virus in Shanghai on the Iraqi candied dates. He had to refute the rumors when he said it.

   The person in front received the money and counted it, carefully put it into his pocket, and left with glutinous rice, candied dates and zong leaves, happily.

  Someone stared at the scale carefully: "Uncle Gao, you gave the scale a high pole. I have many family members and many children. Children are not labor..."

   "Children don't eat at home, they will eat at school tomorrow. Teacher Wang has already said that." Wang Xiang smiled and said, "You can't fool me."

   While talking and laughing, the team gradually shortened.

  The members walked back in groups of three or five, and on the way they could meet people from outside the team who were watching the movie.

   They asked curiously: "Why is there no one in your production team today? They all went to the mountain? What are you doing?"

   "What are you carrying in this hand? You brought food? But it's too little."

   "That's right, your production team doesn't have an enterprise and a large motor boat now, so why are you so careful about buying food?"

   Fengya in front rolled her eyes: "It's not buying food, it's the production team that distributes food."

   "That's not much." Someone looked at the cloth bag, and he estimated that it was only three or four catties of grain.

Aunt Qing next to    smiled and said, "The ones sent are glutinous rice, candied dates and zongye leaves. Tomorrow our team will pack glutinous rice dumplings together."

   "The team sent us these things together. We don't have to send out anything tomorrow, just put some effort into wrapping the dumplings and steaming them in a pot."

"You don't even need to use firewood." Feng Ya also laughed, "We have a solar cooker, this thing is high-tech, it doesn't need to burn fire or oil, it can boil water by sunlight, and it cooks very fast. ."

  They opened the cloth bags to show them.

   At this moment, a few people outside the team became restless.

   No need to buy zongzi, the production team sends glutinous rice, leaves and dates?

   This **** has entered the intermediate stage of socialism, right?

  Women didn't talk about dividends, they were willing to show off a little, but not too much to prevent people from getting jealous.

   And since ancient times, people in the outer islands have the rule of not revealing their wealth, and low-key women will not say this.

   But the man is not low-key, especially when they get together to smoke a cigarette, and even talk about things on the bed.

   This time too.

   After eating, Wang Dongyang took Maza to watch the movie leisurely, and when he saw a few acquaintances from outside the team, he approached: "Er Bao, Brother Fu, Jin Biao, what are you talking about?"

   "Talk about how your production team distributed glutinous rice and rice dumplings to commune members. Your production team is really good now. Now that you have money, you can distribute food to commune members." Erbao said.

  Wang Dongyang laughed: "Not only the food but also the dividends, the strong laborers are given 20 yuan for 12 work points."

   Brother Fu said: "I know, no, don't you give 10 yuan for your hard work?"

  Wang Dongyang waved his hand: "What kind of business is that all about? This is the dividend that was just distributed today. My family distributed about 60 yuan, hehe."

   Everyone blinked in surprise.

  Er Bao subconsciously asked: "And, are you giving out money again? Dividend money? Why does this pay dividends every day?"

Jin Biao reacted: "It's still money from selling Ping An knot? That's not right, I go to the county dock every day to deliver fish, but I didn't see you selling Ping An knot - oh, I met you last Sunday? But you didn't at that time. How much do you sell, how can you get so much dividends?"

   "Did you guys rob a bank?" Erbao joked while smoking a cigarette.

  Wang Dongyang said happily: "I went to the city to sell it, but it can't be sold in the county now.

"It really can't be sold." Wang Modou sat down and said, "I heard from the document that there are people in the county who make up their own peace knots and sell them, which are cheaper than ours. It only costs three yuan and five yuan, but not many people buy them. ."

   "The first stubble soup was drunk by your production team." Someone said sourly.

  Er Bao said: "What is drinking soup? Their production team eats meat, and the latter only eat soup, but now there is no soup."

   "Don't be blind, say something or nothing, Dayang, you guys are dividing money and rice dumplings, you can't express it? Where's the cigarette?" Jin Biao asked, knocking on his pipe.

  Wang Dongyang took out his cigarette bag and said, "What cigarettes do you smoke? Try our shredded tobacco, you can try the taste, the flue-cured tobacco in the northeast, used to be the cigarette for the emperor Lao Tzu, the tribute to Beijing, try it!"

   "The richer you are, the more stingy you get," Erbao said disdainfully, "What is the tribute to Beijing, isn't it still dry tobacco?"

  Wang Modou also took out his cigarette bag: "Try it, taste it, it tastes really good, now all the young and old in our team are smoking this cigarette."

   Several people split the tobacco and started smoking, then nodded.

  This flue-cured tobacco is really good.

  Wang Modou said, "It's two yuan per catty, so you can buy it for a long time. You have to go to the store to buy it, but it may not be the same price for the outside team. It seems that Teacher Wang wants to sell it for four yuan per catty."

  Er Bao is an old smoker. Before the movie started, he got up and went to the store on the top of the mountain.

   After a while, he ran back and said angrily, "It's really four yuan. It's said to be sold to your team because the team has subsidies. Two yuan is okay, but four yuan is too expensive. How much does a pound of pork cost?"

   "What you said, a pound of pork costs more than one yuan, but you can make a pound of pork in one meal. What about the tobacco leaves? One pound is enough for you to smoke for a long time." Wang Dongyang retorted.

  Golden Biao gave him a wink: "Don't say there is something, Dayang, go buy us two pounds, and we'll share a point."

   "That's right." Erbao nodded, thinking about this on his way back.

  Wang Dongyang immediately refused.

  Er Bao pulled him and said, "We are all from a militia brigade, you say you, you are not talking about friendship in war!"

  Wang Dongyang muttered: "Why don't I talk about it? If this matter breaks out, let the secretary know, and he will definitely criticize me."

  Golden Biao said in a low voice, "How did it come out? I won't tell you if you don't tell me, who knows?"

   Brother Fu smiled and said, "Dayang, let me tell you, you go and tell your teacher Wang, I know your teacher Wang, who is kind-hearted and soft-hearted, plus your face, he will sell it to you cheaply."

   "Four yuan is too expensive, how much is the economy? That's still cigarettes."

  Wang Dongyang said helplessly: "Then I'll ask Teacher Wang."

  Wang Modou said: "You told Teacher Wang that you bought it for the comrades of the militia brigade. Although the comrades of the militia brigade did not defend the country, they were also responsible for protecting the family. Teacher Wang must understand."

   "Okay, you go and ask with me." Wang Dongyang took his collar and walked forward.

   Wang Modou: "Grass!"

  Wang Yi is indeed willing to sell the tobacco leaves through the hands of the members.

   does not want anything else.

   Just wanted to give the members a sense of presence.

   This is being demanded.

In Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, esteem and self-actualization are at the highest level.

   A night of jubilation.

   June 25th, the fifth day of May, the Dragon Boat Festival.

   This may be the most lively Dragon Boat Festival ever in Tianya Island.

   In fact, for the fishermen, the Dragon Boat Festival is not a big festival. Most people do not celebrate this festival. A few people with good conditions will buy a few rice dumplings to relieve their children's hunger.

   As for dragon boat racing?

  This is not a custom in the outer islands. You can't race dragon boats in the sea, right? With the strength of the waves, the dragon boat is not enough to look at, and it has to turn over when it is launched!

   However, in the city of Wengzhou, there is a custom of dragon boat racing. Wang Yi saw Wang Xianghong and Zhu Zhenxue in the morning chatting and listening to them. It turned out that they were talking about the custom of the Dragon Boat Festival.

When he was in the past, Zhu Zhenxue was talking about dragon boat racing, and then Wang Xianghong said: "In 1968 or 1969? Our commune participated in the dragon boat race held in the city. We have to create a dragon boat and race the dragon king."

"I remember this," Zhu Zhenxue leaned on the tree trunk and laughed, "I was still teaching in the university at that time, and the school also organized a team, but it was the eighth-to-last one. Anyway, the last one several."

   "Then you must have capsized." The old man Wang Zhenliang said, "At that time, the commune asked our production team to organize refueling. It was my first time back to the city, so I remember it very clearly."

   "There were about 100 ships in total, and the scale was huge. Even the provincial cadres came. At that time, the last dozen or so teams were caused by the capsize. Our Changlong Commune ran second and came back with a certificate."

  Wang Xianghong smiled and said, "It's the second, the runner-up. At that time, the provincial leaders praised us, saying that our commune deserves to be a long dragon, and then one person awarded a vest, a warm pot and a hanging rice dumpling."

   "What customs are there when we don't race dragon boats on the outer islands?" Wang Yi asked curiously.

   Wang Xianghong said: "Eat, eat twelve reds? This is our custom, right? It's been a few years since the Dragon Boat Festival, and I've forgotten the custom."

  Wang Zhenliang said: "Yes, eat twelve reds."

   "What are Twelve Reds?" Wang Yi asked.

"Twelve red-colored dishes," Wang Xianghong said, "there are fried red amaranth, fried prawns, jaggery, red sea anemone, fried dried chili peppers, tomato soup... Oh, I just remember these, I can't count them. "

   Zhu Zhenxue shook his head and said, "You don't need to count, just make up twelve red dishes."

   He asked Wang Yi: "Mr. Wang, I see that there are a lot of salted duck eggs in the large kitchen? Where did you buy them? It is not easy to buy salted duck eggs in the county now, and there are limited quantities."

Wang Yi smiled and said: "What to buy? I pickled it myself. My sales department is now a chicken **** bank and a duck **** bank. Every household in our team raises two or three ducks, and all the eggs they lay are given to me. past."

   "I have already prepared for this Dragon Boat Festival, so I marinated salted duck eggs, but there are not many. I kept them for the students. I will eat zongzi and salted duck eggs today."

   Zhu Zhenxue suddenly said: "Oh, so, Mr. Wang, you are really good, and you have a great vision!"

  The old man Wang Zhenliang said proudly: "That's absolutely. Teacher Wang is amazing. By the way, is there anything wrong with you coming here?"

  Wang Yi said: "It's nothing, I just remembered that the tire I brought back has been thrown on the dock without being hung in the store. Secretary, have you calculated the position?"

   The waste tires and the solar cooker were brought back together. He had already arranged to hang them on the dock, but Wang Xianghong said that it was necessary to calculate the orientation.

  It turns out that there is a custom in the outer islands. If a special berth is reserved for the ship, it cannot be parked randomly. You need to calculate the orientation and then burn the paper, which is considered a home for the ship.

   Wang Xianghong said: "Forget it, I'm going to tell you after the Dragon Boat Festival."

  Wang Yi said: "Then let's go and tie the tires later, and give Tianya No.2 a serious home."

  Wang Xianghong laughed: "Okay, no problem, you and Teacher Xiaoqiu don't have a home yet, so let's get Tianya No. 2 home first."

   "Slowly and gradually, there will be something." Wang Yi didn't care.

   In the morning, the commune members were not able to work during the holiday, so the production team had a lot of people, so he didn't need him to get started.

  The students were interested in rolling the tires, and they all followed.

   But these are truck tires, big tires.

   This thing weighs amazingly. Once it falls over and accidentally hits a person, it will directly grind out **** for such a tender body as a student.

  Wang Yi didn't let them touch it, but the students treated tire rolling as a fun game, and they couldn't be greedy.

   Seeing this, Wang Yi's heart moved.

   Allow students to play hoops.

   Rolling the hoop is a simple activity. Find a wooden stick and attach it to the front end or insert a U-shaped iron bar, and then roll the hoop.

  The only thing that is difficult to do is to find the hoop.

  Wang Yi followed Wang Xianghong and others to the pier while thinking about it. Shouxing Ye came over. He was the old man of the family and was responsible for burning paper for the Sea Dragon King and the Nanhai Bodhisattva.

   The strong laborers were either squatting on the pier or jumping into the water, shouting numbers to put the big tires in place.

  Wang Yi asked Wang Xianghong: "When I was in the capital, the children there liked to play the iron wheel, why didn't we play here? There must have been many people playing since the 1960s, right?"

   Wang Xianghong said: "We have too many mountains here, and there is no smooth road. That thing is not easy to get."

  Wang Yi said: "I don't think it's a problem. Rolling a hoop is fun only on a mountain road. Who can't roll on a flat surface?"

Wang Xianghong scratched his head, and his dandruff was flying: "The iron ring is not easy to find. It was popular in our outer islands in the seven or so years. Later, some people stole the iron ring - the children stole each other, causing a lot of trouble, slowly The adults are not allowed to play."

  Wang Yi said: "It can be played now. Children in the city don't like to play with iron rings anymore. They have other toys. I will see if I can get a batch of second-hand iron rings, and I will ask Ding Hei to pop them out to ask."

  Wang Xianghong said: "Okay, you decide this matter, the other one, you can go to the team with me to get the tire money collectively."

   In name, these tires were bought by Wang Yituo, and they cost 20 yuan each.

   This kind of thing should be charged, especially now that there is money in the team's collective account, so Wang Yi did not refuse, and then charged 120 yuan in the past.

  The students have already come to school, but there is no class in the morning, and making dumplings is easy, so there is no need to start early, so Wang Yi let them play casually.

  Wang Zhuangyuan led the senior students to the mountain to find wormwood, cut a lot of wormwood and tied it with vines, then inserted it on the door and on the window.

  The office of the brigade committee, the warehouse, the school building, the big stove, and the Tingtao residence were all plugged in, and even a handful of wormwood was plugged into the pigsty.

   In the middle of the morning, when Wang Yi saw that it was getting hot, he went to the school building and waved to the students: "Don't play, it's so hot and noisy, be careful of heat stroke."

   "Yo, did you get so much wormwood? It's pretty good. Wang Zhuangyuan's performance is getting better and better now, and he must be praised."

   "By the way, are the doors and windows of the teachers' dormitory plugged in?"

   Wang Zhuangyuan is always carefree, but once praised, he will be very shy and uncomfortable.

   After listening to Wang Yi's words, he didn't answer, and quickly grabbed a handful of wormwood and ran down the mountain.

  Wang Yi shouted to the others: "Come on, come back to the classroom, that one merges the classroom, and prepares to make rice dumplings."

   "The teaching assistants went to Dazao to get glutinous rice, candied dates, red dates, meat pieces and zongzi leaves, and made zongzi by themselves. Whoever made it will eat it!"

   The ingenious girls were instantly delighted.

   Wang Kai said excitedly: "Is it mine, then I'm going to die today, haha, I'm very good at making zongzi, I can make zongzi!"

   Wang Yi added: "But we have to pair up, two people work together to make rice dumplings, the big and the small, Wang Kai, you will bring Wang Xinxin."

   Wang Kai was stunned.

   The youngest Wang Xinxin applauded happily: "Brother Kai, I'm going to die too!"

   There are four kinds of rice dumplings today.

  Two kinds of salty rice dumplings and two kinds of sweet rice dumplings, so there is a choice for those who like to eat sweet and salty.

   Candied jujube zongzi, red jujube zongzi, pork oil dregs zongzi, sauce beef zongzi.

  The main ingredients and stacks of rice dumpling leaves are delivered.

  The students looked forward to and wondered: "Why is there still meat in the dumplings?"

  Wang Yi said: "Have you ever eaten meat zongzi? The meat zongzi is a little salty and delicious."

   "Come on, the teaching assistants will organize the pairing first. After the pairing is completed, they will find someone to come over and get the glutinous rice, dates, meat pieces and rice dumplings."

   "Don't eat dates and meat in advance, wrap them in zongzi, and eat them at noon..."

   But seeing the students swallowing their saliva, he sighed: "Forget it, each person will be divided into five candied dates and red dates, which are edible. Let the students have fun before making dumplings."

The students lined up to come to the stage to lead the candied dates and red dates, and soon there were children in the lower grades shouting: "Mr. Wang, look at Wang Xindan, Mr. Wang, look at him, he only gave me eight dates! He left more than me. many!"

  Wang Yi scolded: "Everyone obeys the rules, whoever is disobedient, don't make dumplings here..."

   After hearing this, the naughty students were frightened and honest, Wang Xindan quickly said, "Mr. Wang, I'm joking with him, I'm just kidding him."

Wang Yi said: "I brought jujubes and came here to get glutinous rice, jujubes, pieces of meat, rope and rice dumplings. A group brought two catties of glutinous rice, ten jujubes, and ten pieces of small meat. Let's make big zongzi. One zongzi is four or two meters. A total of five dumplings can be made."

   Four or two meters is quite a lot, and the dumplings are not very big, because they are all soaked glutinous rice, which has absorbed water, not four or two dry rice.

  The teaching assistants distributed the materials, and the students lined up to pick up the ceramic basins, iron basins and stainless steel basins brought from home. After receiving them, they happily returned to their seats.

   When the ingredients are finished, the colander rubs his hands and enters the door.

   Wang Yi introduced: "This is Teacher Leo, everyone knows him, and today he will teach us how to make rice dumplings."

   Colander nodded and waved, just like the translator was teaching a class to a group of little Taijun.

  Wang Yi was convinced and said, "You are a teacher, straighten your back and show your courage!"

   Colander smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Principal, I'm used to this, it's natural."

   He coughed and walked up to the podium. Wang Yi said, "Come on, the handicraft class is officially in session."

  Wang Xinzhao shouted: "Stand up!"

   The sound of the bench moving sounded, and the students stood up in unison and shouted, "Hello, Teacher Lei."

  The colander was a little embarrassed, but he still forced himself to calmly patted the table like Wang Yi: "Hello, classmates, sit down..."

   "Sit down." Wang Xinzhao spoke.

   is the sound of moving the bench again.

As soon as the sense of ritual was displayed, the colander entered the state. He took out the zong leaves and began to show the skills of making zongzi, and taught the students slowly and over and over again.

  Students work all year round. Children from the third grade and above will be able to steam rice, roll noodles, make steamed buns, and make dumplings and buns at home, so learning how to make zongzi is not that difficult.

  Wang Yi also followed suit. Today, the colander started wrapping the rice dumplings they eat very early, so he has already followed suit.

  The colander will teach the decomposition actions one by one. He is very skilled in making zongzi, and he teaches students some tips, so that someone will slowly make the first zongzi.

   "Teacher, our package is ready."

   "I'm fine too, I've been fine a long time ago, look, is my bag okay?"

   Some people raise their hands and others immediately follow.

  Wang Yi went over to take a look.

   Very ashamed.

  Why are these students better than their own? The bag looks better than your own!

   He took advantage of the colander and the students to look down at the rice dumplings that had already been wrapped, and changed the position of the one wrapped by himself and the one wrapped by the colander.

  The colander guides the students one by one. After the students finish learning, he will go to the classroom of Zhuzhen to teach.

   There are already students' dumplings here.

  Wang Yi took it to the solar stove steamer to steam the first batch.

  It is definitely not possible to rely on a small steamer, the focus is on the steamer on the large stove.

   Twelve steamers are labeled in layers, and then divided into areas, so that whoever puts the dumplings in, the colander will tell them a label:

  The three stoves are A, B, C, and each has four layers of cages. The area inside the cage is replaced by Arabic numerals and divided into ten areas.

  As the students discussed and cheered, the dumplings were filled one by one.

  After wrapping two jins of glutinous rice, you can pick it up again and continue wrapping it. After wrapping, you can send it to the big stove to the colander until the colander shouted, "Principal, it's full."

  Wang Yi put away the remaining glutinous rice and zong leaves, and distributed the candied dates and meat pieces to the students.

  Today, the colander is the master, and the students take turns to cook the pot.

  The white smoke was madly pouring out through the chimney, and the colander kept shouting: "You don't need to pull the bellows so hard, I am grass, Wang Zhuangyuan, please slow down for me, you will break it!"

  Wang Yi went to Dazao to see.

  The heat pushed him straight out.

   It's so hot!

  The students were shirtless and holding their trouser legs to work, so he went to the shade of a tree and said to Qiu Weishui, who was making rice dumplings: "Oh, Teacher Xiaoqiu's rice dumplings are so beautiful."

   Xu Heng and Sun Zhengnan were also making dumplings, and then Xu Heng said, "You came here in a hurry to say this?"

Wang Yi said: "No, I'm saying that the rainy days are too hot and humid, and the students' school uniforms don't fit right now. I'll go see if I can find them a batch of short-sleeved shorts and sandals this Sunday. "

   "But we may not be able to find a unit willing to support our school. If we can't find it, we have to let the students buy it themselves."

  Sun Zhengnan asked: "Although the production team has distributed dividends now, I see that many people use it to fight hunger - just repaying the debt, I'm afraid they don't have any money at hand, right?"

   He looked at Xu Heng: "Let's donate some to the students?"

   Qiu Weishui wrapped the dumplings and said, "No, you don't need to donate, I'll ask my grandfather to donate!"

  Wang Yi laughed when he heard this: "No, you misunderstood me. I'm not asking you to donate money. I'm thinking about launching a work-study program, so that students can earn money by themselves, and buy school uniforms and sandals by themselves."

  Xu Heng looked up at him: "Comrade Principal, are you a little impetuous?"

   "You presided over the production team's behavior of selling peace knots, and instructed the communal and team enterprises to sell cold vegetables, and then you thought it was easy to make money from doing business?"

  Wang Yi looked at Sun Zhengnan and asked: "Cannon is taking aphrodisiac today, isn't it? Gunpowder? He's very angry, and he started bombing me as soon as I came here."

  Sun Zhengnan couldn't help laughing and said, "Comrade Shi Hongxin came to him again this morning and gave him dumplings."

  Wang Yi said: "Isn't this a good thing? There are girls who give dumplings, how warm it is."

   He patted Qiu Weishui's arm and said, "Look, this girl is making rice dumplings for me."

   Qiu Weishui smiled and clapped his hand: "Don't irritate Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu doesn't seem to like that **** very much."

  Xu Heng sighed and said, "I can't like it! Let's be honest, Mr. Wang, it's not suitable for us to be together. She has a strong temperament, and I have a very irritable temperament. She always wants to control me—hi!"

  Wang Yi said: "I understand, you are more distressed now, aren't you?"

   "Yes, distressed, angry." Xu Heng patted the table and sighed, "I really hate myself, why am I not a good-natured man like the deputy?"

   Wang Yi said, "Why don't you take me as an example?"

  Xu Heng laughed: "Headmaster, you really don't count, how dare you say that you have a good temper? Forget it, I won't argue with you about this matter. What I'm embarrassed about now is how to make it clear to Shi Hongxin that we are not suitable."

  Wang Yi said, "Can you just say no?"

   "That won't work, don't lesbians have self-esteem?" Xu Heng shook his head.

   He asked Qiu Weishui again: "Mr. Xiaoqiu, am I right? Is it bad for me to refuse clearly?"

   Qiu Weishui nodded.

  Wang Yi said: "Then you can say something vaguely."

  Xu Heng said angrily, "I said it vaguely. When I went to the county last Sunday, I told it vaguely that I was short-tempered and stubborn, and I didn't like others to control me. Guess what she said?"

   "She said she can tolerate you?" Wang Yi asked.

  Xu Heng patted his thigh and said, "Fart! She said that since you know your shortcomings, why don't you change them?"

  Sun Zhengnan pushed his arm away angrily and said, "You pat your thigh, why are you patting mine? You're still so hard!"

   Xu Heng continued: "Mr. Wang and Mrs. Xiaoqiu don't you know that she was giving me a hard-fought education in the department store."

Squeezing his voice, he imitated a female voice and said: "Mr. Xu, as a people's teacher, you must have the courage to face your own mistakes and shortcomings. Only then can we sublimate in personality and become a better socialist successor and proletarian worker!"

  Wang Yi was speechless on the spot.

  This, this consciousness is a bit high...

   Also, why does this sound a little familiar?

   Wang Xianghong said so yesterday!

   As expected of a cadre.

  Wang Yi understood Xu Heng.

   I thought it was Yan Fu coming.

   The result is a disaster!

  As the students took turns, and the smoke continued to spew, the fire finally ceased, and the zongzi were simmered in the colander for the students to wait for their meals.

  Wang Yi was going to send salted duck eggs, and then came back after thinking about it: "Mr. Xu is interrupted, let's talk about the topic wrong."

"Students can make zongzi now. We can start a work-study activity from the zongzi, and I am good at pickling salted duck eggs. I can lead the students to pickle salted duck eggs and sell them together, so the income should be quite considerable. "

  Xu Heng laughed: "Forget it, after the Dragon Boat Festival, how many people will buy zongzi? In addition, how much profit will there be if the glutinous rice, jujube and zongzi leaves are removed from the zongzi?"

  Wang Yi glared at him and said, "Okay, don't you look down on our work-study program? Then I have to do it. If I don't want anything else, I just want to slap you in the face!"

   He led the students to carry out a basket of salted duck eggs.

   Two per person.

  Gaoyou Salted Duck Egg!

  Yes, these salted duck eggs are not pickled by him, they are all brought by him from 22 years.

   The duck eggs in 1982 were delivered 22 years earlier.

  The duck eggs of the seraised ducks are also very delicious. The duck eggs he bought in the market in 2022 are a bit fishy when fried or steamed, and the duck eggs of the seraised ducks are delicious. After they are steamed, they are quite delicious with a sprinkle of garlic.

  The students were reluctant to eat the duck eggs, so they all wanted to keep them at home to eat.

  Wang Yi said with a smile: "Let's eat, today is the Dragon Boat Festival. According to the custom, we have to eat zongzi and duck eggs. This is to commemorate the great patriotic poet Qu Yuan in ancient my country."

   "In the future, I will share salted duck eggs for everyone. I will eat it today to make it a festive occasion."

   "Before eating zongzi and duck eggs, let me tell you the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival and the interesting customs of various places."

   "I mentioned Qu Yuan just now, does anyone know this person?"

People like    must be rarely known in the outer island countryside. Wang Yi was about to talk about it himself, when he saw Pig Trotter raised his hand.

   Wang Yi pointed to him: "Student Wang Dongzhu will answer."

Pig Trotter said: "My mother told me about Comrade Qu Yuan and the Dragon Boat Festival. She said that Comrade Qu Yuan was a patriotic poet in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period in my country. The founder of , has the nickname of Vanilla Beauty,…”

   "It turned out to be a female comrade." Wang Xinzhao said thoughtfully.

   Wang Zhuangyuan raised his hand immediately.

  Wang Yi said: "What's the matter with you?"

   Wang Zhuangyuan said: "Mr. Wang, that Comrade Qu Yuan is not a good comrade. She was called a vanilla beauty, and she wrote a sultry poem. Did she break her shoes?"

   Wang Yi was speechless.

   He said, "Sit down, sit down, what the hell!"

   "Student Wang Dongzhu's speech is very good. Let's applaud him first, and then I will explain that Vanilla Beauty is not a nickname, but a symbol in poetry, which symbolizes the idea of ​​loyalty and patriotism!"

   He explained slowly and explained the origins of Qu Yuan and the Dragon Boat Festival.

   Then the colander shouted at the door of the big stove: "It's time to cook, come and get the dumplings!"

  The students immediately stretched their necks and turned into a group of ducks with their necks pinched.

  Wang Yi waved his hand: "Each group will send one person to pick up their own rice dumplings. After I come back, I will continue to talk about the customs of the Dragon Boat Festival in various places."

  The students cheered, and they didn't care about the blazing sunshine outside, they ran out like wild dogs.

   Soon, the steaming zongzi came in in a basin.

  The whole house is full of hot water vapor and sweet smell.

  Wang Yi wiped off his sweat.

   The weather in the rainy season is too humid, like returning to the southern sky.

  The dark green zongzi leaves are peeled off, revealing the white, tender, soft and steaming glutinous rice.

  The candied dates were steamed and softened, and the surrounding glutinous rice turned yellowish brown.

   This is the color of honey juice.

The sauce in the   Sauce beef grains also permeated, dyeing the white glutinous rice a dark brown.

   He asked the students to peel off the zongzi leaves and not eat them directly. They had to cool down before eating. At the same time, he arranged for Wang Zhuangyuan to lead a few students to the cold storage to get iced sour plum soup and iced mung bean soup.

   The students cheered as bowls of cold drinks were poured.

   They went to blow the zongzi in a hurry, and some smart people put the zongzi directly into the cold drink...

   With cold drinks to cool down, they took the dumplings and said to Wang Yi, "Mr. Wang, it's cold."

  Wang Yi helplessly waved his hand: "Eat, eat."

  The students picked up the rice dumplings and ate them, all showing sweet smiles:

   "Mr. Wang, it's delicious."

"living comfortably without anybody's help!"

   "The fruit of labor is sweetest."

   Some students also opened the salted duck eggs.

  The protein is soft, white and tender, with a layer of water color, which looks attractive.

   Instead of prying open the egg shell like eating eggs, they tapped the hollow part of the duck egg with chopsticks, and then used chopsticks to dig a little bit and eat it.

  The head of the chopsticks was pierced, and the red oil in the egg yolk came out like water from an underground spring.

  This red oil looks festive.

   A student ate a zongzi and picked a piece of duck egg into his mouth, then smiled and rolled his eyes: "Well, it's delicious, why is it so delicious."

   (end of this chapter)

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