The chef of the canteen, Song Dingguo, stared at the fat pig in the circle while sharpening his knife, and said with a smile: "Since I picked up the big spoon, I have never taken a pig-killing knife again. This guy has 28 heads at the first time, so I can't sleep tonight."

Chen Liang asked with his hands behind his back, "Master Song, how many pounds of meat can you get?"

"It's hard to say. When we killed pigs, we were still pigs from the commune. They were all thin and slim. How could this guy have such a fat body?" Song Dingguo rubbed his pig-killing knife on his skirt and patted the fat pig outside through the brick. He was so scared that it shivered and said happily: "I think the largest one is 300 kilograms, which can produce more than 200 kilograms of meat."

"You have to calculate it correctly." Chen Liang whispered a little, "I would rather have less than more. Let's divide the pork according to the head. If it's too much, I will have to be pulled in for more. "

"Then count 210 kilograms, 220 should be stable." Song Dingguo returned to the middle of the yard and continued to sharpen his knife, saying casually: "Our Director Su is really amazing. When I was young, a pig grew 150 kilograms from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. These 300 kilograms of pigs have to be raised for three years and must be planted well."

"Why would Director Su be able to go to the newspaper? Kill it quickly, the boys are waiting." Chen Liang pointed to the dolls outside watching the pig run, and their small eyes were bright and shiny.

According to Su Cheng's idea, it is best to get enough 50 pigs to kill them together, and pay more than 10,000 kilograms of meat, each employee is 10,800 kilograms of it, which is beautiful and convenient.

But how could everyone wait? The backyard of the canteen was crowded with people, and they were all looking at the families of the big fat pigs, as well as employees from non-mechanical factories to come and see it. Those who don’t know about it thought there were giant pandas inside.

Even if there is a giant panda in it, it will probably not end well.

When it was time to work night shifts, the hungry workers even said that they were so slutty. Just as they were about to affect their production, Su Cheng made a quick decision and decided to divide the 28 fat pigs that arrived in advance.

In order to avoid unnecessary disputes, Sucheng also asked the union's "Auntie Rangers" to post an announcement at the entrance of the factory, in front of the family courtyard and workshop: I will start to receive meat at 6 am tomorrow morning, and choose according to the order of household registration age, and the service life of other positions is not considered. Each piece of meat weighs the same, and more is refunded or supplemented. Since 18 retired workers, 20 people will be sent per batch.

Giving meat is a welfare. It is something that makes everyone happy. If you care too much, it will be unbeautiful. After all, Dahua Industrial is the torso of a state-owned enterprise. It has a tendency to be senior in the bones. In terms of age, no one can say that it is bad. What's more, Su Cheng himself is the youngest group, and the factory director and other leaders are the oldest group. According to Chen Liang and others, this plan is not only taken care of by Su Cheng, but all parties have taken care of it.

Su Cheng naturally smiled and said, "It's okay." He has no hobby for big fat meat. He likes pork ribs and fat intestines, but there are still many of them left.

After two trucks of hot water were sent to the boiler room, Song Dingguo took action.

He hooked the upper jaw of the 300-pound fat pig with an iron hook and easily led the pig into the yard. Several strong chefs helped to lift the pig and set it on a stool. Only then did Song Dingguo show his white pig-killing knife.

The child around him wanted to see it, but he didn't dare to see it, so he hid behind the adults and secretly exposed half of his eyes. Seeing that the white knife had entered, he immediately closed his eyes and hid it back. He couldn't hear the pig's scream. When he opened his eyes, the red knife was wiped clean.

The pig that had been blood-laid was thrown into a wooden barrel filled with hot water. Three other people were responsible for bathing and removing hair, washing it out, and then throwing it into a case. The state-owned butcher shop specially invited was responsible for dividing it into three and a half pounds of meat strips.

By dawn, more than 4,000 kilograms of meat were piled up in the yard, and there was a long queue outside the door. Everyone was happy and let the children run past them with a smile.

Although it has been explained that it is divided by age, how can you wait at home for such a big deal? A family with dual-employed people even deliberately change shifts to queue up.

The office then urgently wrote a bunch of numbers and stamped them with official seals, and sent them to each household according to their age to facilitate the number call.

At 6 a.m., the meat is officially divided.

I saw the 20 people who went in first walked around happily and each picked out the fat meat after slapping.

Later, the people searched in the pile of meat for a while until the sound of "deep" wooden fish sounded and the next group of people began to enter.

Every group of people tried their best to find big fat meat, but the fattest piece of meat in the entire yard was always left in the center of the chopping board.

When everyone walked past it indifferently and found a piece of pork belly elsewhere, they burst into treasure hunting laughter.

Until Sucheng walked into the courtyard.

Suddenly someone shouted:

"Director Su, I'll leave it to you."

"Director Su, take it."

"Director Su, thank you."

The last sentence was repeated several times.

Only then did Su Cheng notice the big fat meat in the center of the chopping board.

It is wide and thick, definitely exceeding the standard of five-finger fat. Next to the fat meat, there are all piles of ribs, tenderloin, tendon meat (branch meat), and buttocks...

Everyone spontaneously left the best piece of meat they thought to be to Sucheng, who was lined up behind.

And these people who received pork include not only factory workers, but also their families and relatives...

Su Cheng's eyes couldn't help but become hazy when a thousand or hundreds of people were able to do such a spontaneously.

"What kind of virtue can I do..." Su Cheng's throat was dry, but he couldn't continue to say anything.

The crowd laughed kindly.

The master who came outside "shoulder" wrapped the big fat piece of meat in paper, handed it to Su Cheng, and said, "I have cut meat for the unit for 30 years. It's interesting to do a cadre like you."

Su Cheng nodded, took a deep breath, took the meat, raised it over his head, bowed and said, "Thank you for the meat you left for me, I received it."

"We have also received Director Su's meat." As soon as he finished speaking, everyone laughed.

Without further ado, Su Cheng bowed all the way and left the cafeteria.

Fresh small ribs, tenderloin, tendon meat, and hip tips remain on the chopping board. They will enter the kitchen and become extra meals for workers.

At noon that day, a strong meat fragrance wafted in the family area of ​​Dahua Industrial.

Fry slices, braised, stewed, sweet and sour... Each family has its own recipes, but it has the same laughter.

Sucheng finally left only a piece of fat meat, made into meat oil, mixed with soy sauce and rice. The remaining one of the five-finger fat was sent to Shulan's house, attracting the neighbors to wait and see for a while.

The next day, another 25 pigs were delivered.

Chen Liang kept the pig this time and said he would wait until he could kill it before he could kill it, each household had 10 kilograms.

So, every day during meals, a group of children would visit the fat pigs in the backyard of the canteen with rice bowls and chewing oily meat.

No matter how many adults drive away, they can't drive away, so they have to let them go.

During this period, Dahua Industrial's workshop efficiency also increased explosively.

The production capacity of the workshop, which produces an average of 15 oil pumps per day, has increased to 18; the production capacity of the workshop, which produces 50 to 60 anti-grinding systems per day, has exploded to 100 sets. The commissioning speed of the workshop, which is installing new machines is also one-third faster...

Seeing the data for ten months, Director Lin couldn't help but sigh: "Our pork is really not gray."

"The oil pump that increases production in a week is more expensive than pork." Su Cheng nodded and said, "We must also find ways to increase the output. If it can be stabilized at more than 25 units per day, we can bring another order."

The net profit of an oil pump is equivalent to that of an anti-grinding system, which does not seem to be cost-effective. However, the factory's accounts cannot be replaced by simple calculations. The double donkey-head oil pump is the highest technical product that Dahua Industrial can currently manufacture. With it, hundreds of middle and senior workers have a place to use it and continue to make progress. At the same time, it can also use the production process to continuously depreciate old machines and replace them with new machines...

Moreover, in the next ten or even twenty years, the double donkey-head oil pump will be a stable cash flow product and have the potential to open up the international market.

Factory that produces anti-grinding systems can only follow the trend in the market wave, and factories that produce oil pumps can only do OEM for people. Only companies that produce these two types of products at the same time are potential enterprises.

Sucheng did not focus on sales energy in this regard, mainly because it was worried that production would not keep up. The order for 20,000 sets of oil production machines organized by the Ministry of Petroleum has already made Dahua Industrial operate at full capacity. Even if the daily production capacity of 18 units can be stabilized, Dahua Industrial only produces 6,500 double-donkey oil pumps every year in one workshop.

This is still a long way from the goal of 9,000 units envisioned by Sucheng.

"Then let the pork be given again?" Since Li Huanxiang is a skilled mate, the more meat the better.

Chen Liang shook his head with a smile and said, "Where can we get so many fat pigs? A few days ago, someone from the Linpan Command asked me, where did we get the 300 kilograms of fat pigs? I said it was from Gaomi. They went to see it specially. As a result, there were no fat pigs in the local area... The New Year pigs prepared by them were bought by us before New Year's Day."

Everyone laughed for a while, and Director Lin said, "Or just evaluate the production model. There are 20 people in each of the three workshops. We are now a joint venture factory and can set our own salary. Then we will raise the first-level salary and give a certificate."

"Get a first-level salary and get a suit." Su Cheng changed his sentence to him and added: "Made of woolen."

Now, even the sleepy factory director Li Zongxi sat upright.

Just a few days ago, the First Plenary Session of the 13th Central Committee was held. Five newly elected members of the Politburo Standing Committee appeared in suits for the first time. The suit heat that had been brewing for several years instantly heated up, setting off a nationwide suit frenzy.

Some media commented under the name of "Zhongshan Clothing, Goodbye", which attracted the reprint of Sifang.

Now walking on the streets of Dongying, anyone who wears a suit that has no ironing or trademarks without ironing, can win the first place in the return rate even if it is made with an inappropriate Queliang.

What's more, it's a hair!

Li Zongxi, a factory director in his 50s, trembled and almost said "I'll participate too."

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Chapter completed!