Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Everyone please pay attention, everyone please pay attention, today is December 10, the anniversary of Mr. Nobel's death. At the same time, today is also the awarding day of the Nobel Prize..."

At ten o'clock in the morning, the loudspeaker of the West Fort Meat Factory blared.

In the workshop, the noisy machine sounds gradually quieted down, but the production lines stopped.

This is a step that was determined a few weeks ago. After the workers finished the work at hand and cleaned the workbench, they walked out of the workshop in loose order. Own other groups of workers for additional maintenance and repairs.

It's basically a holiday routine.

In addition to steel mills and other circular production lines that cannot be shut down, domestic companies do not pursue a 7×24-hour production model.

The production line of the Xibao Meat Joint Factory is extremely busy on weekdays, and during festivals, it will take the opportunity to repair it, not only for the workers to rest, but also for the machine to be repaired and repaired.

Duan Hua stretched his waist, walked out of the office, nodded and smiled at everyone.

He is usually not such an amiable character, but today, Comrade Duan Hua is in a good mood, even if he wants to sullenly, he can't do it.

"Director Duan, congratulations." The chief accountant happened to meet Duan Hua, and a smile appeared on his straight face.

"Same joy, same joy." Duan Hua laughed happily.

The chief accountant joked: "The Nobel Prize winner is your nephew, why are we so happy?"

"The Nobel Prize winner is Chinese, so it's a great joy." The director next to him seized the topic, inserted it immediately, and said to Duan Hua with a smile: "Director Duan is doing well, let us have a little joy." .”

"I'll serve wine on the weekend, please everyone have a drink." Duan Hua didn't stumble at all, this was discussed a long time ago. If the family wants to be well-off, the people in the factory also need to be invited. At that time, instead of pulling everyone back home, it is better to invite everyone in the factory first.

The chief accountant laughed, and said, "It's best to drink with wine. Hey, the director Duan's wine is one drink less, and he will be promoted in the future. Don't forget about us."

"It's right to treat guests to a drink, but you can't talk about being promoted. Yang Rui is Yang Rui, and I am me." Comrade Duan Hua doesn't like to seek relationships.

The director only thought he was hypocritical, and couldn't help laughing: "Just to communicate with Huarui, you can't be allowed to stay in the West Fort Meat Factory. We're just waiting for the good news from above."

"Let's talk about it, I am a brick of the revolution, and I can move it wherever I need it. But no matter where I go in the future, I will stand on the last post." Duan Hua said a little more seriously.

"Where else can I move, I can only move up. From now on, I will be leader Duan..." The director continued to compliment.

Duan Hua accepted it calmly. He grew up and grew up in a state-owned enterprise. Although he does not pursue the style of a state-owned enterprise, he is quite adaptable.

"Everyone please pay attention, everyone please pay attention, today is December 10, the anniversary of the death of Mr. Nobel. At the same time, today is also the awarding day of the Nobel Prize. The first canteen of the factory, the second canteen of the factory and the auditorium, all day Open, everyone is welcome to watch the live broadcast."

The big horns in the factory sounded again.

This is the most nostalgic and disgusting place in state-owned factories.

On weekdays, the big speakers in the factory take into account the functions of communication and entertainment, and all major and minor events will be played through the big speakers. Basically, whether an event is important or not can be judged through the loudspeaker in the factory. For example, which leader will be notified when he comes, which leader will be notified three times, which leader will not be notified when he comes, basically will Let people have a judgment.

During working hours, the loudspeaker will also play music.

In the 1970s and 1980s, there was no such thing as a Walkman. People didn’t have a mobile phone to watch when they were eating at noon or when they were bored at work. All entertainment depended on loudspeakers.

I play labor songs when I am working, play various ditties and folk songs when I am resting, and occasionally play the music when I am off work. If it is a little more relaxed, I can also have Shan Tianfang storytelling or Ma Sanli's cross talk during meal time. .

Of course, loud speakers are annoying when they're annoying.

The people who hate it the most are those who like to sleep late.

In the era when there was no commercial housing, a person lived wherever he went to work. The tweeter at 7 o'clock in the morning is really not friendly to those who don't need to go to work.

Children who lack sleep are the most annoying, but today, children in the factory-run middle school will smile at the corners of their mouths when they hear the loudspeaker.

Naturally, they were not happy for the death of Nobel, or just the melon seeds in the auditorium, they were happy for the prosperity of the motherland...and a day off.

In the town of Xibao.

Duan Hang, Yang Rui's eldest cousin, is also putting on lights for the upcoming county-wide study session.

Not only him, but all the civil servants in the town were mobilized. Although the reporters from the capital had already completed the filming and interview work a few days ago, everyone was willing to spend a few days even if it was just for themselves. Labor regards the Nobel Prize awarding day as a holiday.

"We have the world's number one scientist in Xibao Town." Duan Hang was already drunk without drinking.

After a young man who tried to correct the word "world's number one" was taught a lesson, all the people on the streets of the town unified their thinking. Including Huo Laosi's gang that used to occupy the bus station, now when they talk about Yang Rui, they never forget to add the word "world number one".

Offending the chief of the town's public security bureau will not end well, and that is much worse than the number one in the world.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the capital city and Hedong province, Guangzhou@zhou city is much quieter.

Xu Anqing asked for leave and returned home, a warm and comfortable home without Yang Rui's name.

Unlike Beijing, where the political atmosphere is strong, in the south at the beginning of the reform and opening up, everything was thriving, so that it was difficult for everyone to concentrate.

Xu Anqing feels that he prefers such a city, at least, in the recent period, he prefers to spend time in a lighter city.

At the very least, wait until the turmoil of the Nobel Prize passes.

Staying in the secluded small building of the military area, Xu Anqing only felt that everything around her was extremely kind. The cockroaches I hated the most when I was a teenager, the moss I hated the most when I was in middle school, and the damp that can never be shaken off...

"Mom, I want to eat steamed ribs." Xu Anqing shouted, buried herself in the sofa, and watched TV comfortably.

In the kitchen, the busy mother Xu was also very happy, and said with a smile, "No problem, let's steam the chicken feet together."

"A little more money belly."

"Okay." Mother Xu wiped her hands with a rag, then turned her head and said to the chef who was waiting for orders: "The same four servings, send one to Commander Liu and Commissar Lan each, um, let's make five servings, and mix the rest A few dishes."

"Yes." The cooks in the compound of the military area are naturally soldiers. They take the subsidies from the state expenditure and put the satisfaction of the commanders and soldiers as the top priority. There are quite a few good craftsmen.

Xu Anqing said since she was a child that she grew up eating canteens, which is actually true, small canteens are also canteens.

Steamed pork ribs, steamed chicken feet, and steamed money belly are Xu Anqing's three favorite dishes, especially for afternoon tea.

Xu Anqing's mouth was full of oil, and she was so happy that she wished to resign immediately.

What's so good about the Beijing Municipal Committee? I don’t like what I eat, I don’t like what I do, and some people talk about two worlds at every turn.

In comparison, Guangzhou@zhou is so cool, with good food, no need to do anything, and no one nagging in my ears.

"Xiaoqing is back." Father Xu entered the house with his hands behind his back. His military uniform was always straight as if it had just been ironed. Actually, it does...

"Dad." Xu Anqing grabbed the cage with one hand and smiled as if she knew that she was the second in the national college entrance examination.

Father Xu nodded steadily, but couldn't help showing a smile after all.

"I will stay for a few more days when I come back." Father Xu nodded and asked, "How is work?"

"Don't be your general when you get home. Your son is so tired outside, and you won't help him." Mother Xu complained as soon as she entered the door.

"Why didn't I help you?" Father Xu was aggrieved for a while.

"Take off your coat, I'll have someone iron it."

"I'll iron it tomorrow, there are activities tonight."

"What else is there?"

"Tonight, the Nobel Prize winners will be awarded. Our military region will watch the TV broadcast collectively." Father Xu paused, recalling what he had just said, and said, "Xiaoqing is Yang Rui's classmate, why don't you come and give a speech to the officers? , let’s just talk about Yang Rui in the school and so on, it’s also familiar.”

Father Xu became a little proud as he spoke, and said, "My son has graduated from Peking University, and I still want to tell everyone about it when I have time."

Xu's mother agreed: "This is a good idea, let everyone get to know each other."

Xu Anqing held the steamer in one hand, chewing on the ribs, crunching the cartilage.

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