Wang Yi and Huang Yougong were having a great time drinking here, chatting about literature and educational experiences while having a snack.

Huang Yougong sighed: "Teaching mathematics is not my strength. Principal, it would be great if you teach Chinese. I will replace you directly. If you are busy with your government affairs, you can leave the teaching work to me with confidence."

After drinking a little, he was not drunk, but his words and deeds began to show off.

Wang Yi raised his glass and said, "Drink, this way, otherwise we will hold a meeting to discuss the adjustment of the teaching project. The semester is halfway through, and it will be a midterm exam soon, so we won't change it."

"When I ask Teacher Xiao Yang to teach mathematics next semester, you can take her class to teach Chinese."

Huang Yougong waved his hand and said, "This is not good, this is not good, this is not good, this is not suitable for occupying the magpie's nest, it is not suitable, this is not suitable."

Wang Yi said: "Listen to me, it's very suitable. Why? Because Teacher Xiao Yang will take the college entrance examination next year, and her academic qualifications are still retained."

"She will take the normal university in the future, and now she will be an internship in advance, or half-working and half-study. Then she will teach Chinese and mathematics in two semesters, which can also be regarded as an educational work for the two main courses, which will be helpful to her university study."

Huang Yougong also heard that Yang Wenrong was preparing for the college entrance examination next year, so when Wang Yi said this, he nodded suddenly.

This is quite thoughtful.

Then he gave a thumbs up and began to pat Wang Yi's rainbow fart, like the river surging, and like the water of the Yellow River surging.

Wang Yi was listening very well, and someone came to buy something and said by the way: "Teacher Wang, why did you drink it yourself? The captain asked me to ask you two to go to his house to eat big buns."

"I refused, right?" Wang Yi said in surprise.

The member did not listen, and after conveying the news, he entered the store and started buying.

A total of 80 cents were spent!

Wang Yi thought about it and Wang Xianghong did invite him to eat buns and leeks and shrimps. He seemed to refuse or did not refuse at the time, but the invitation was delivered to him again. It would be really not good if he didn't go.

And they also want to greet the Wei River in Qiu.

Anyway, he just drank two sips of rice wine and didn't eat, so he went to the store to pick up a bottle of fermented tofu and led the Qiuwei River down the mountain.

Qiu Weishui was jumping behind him. Wang Yi accidentally turned around and saw her smiling proudly. What did she laugh at?

Then he found that Qiu Weishui was stepping on his shadow!

This is so naive.

Wang Yi decided that he had to step back!

Wang Xianghong smoked, drank tea and basked in the sun at the door.

Xiufang is a very good daughter-in-law. Every time after work, she has to burn a pot of boiling water to make tea for her father-in-law, let her father-in-law drink tea slowly, and then cook by herself.

Wang Xianghong has the habit of drinking tea before lunch and dinner all year round. Drinking tea can make people look refreshed and refreshed, and he would rather not eat for one day than not drink tea for three meals.

Seeing Wang Yi coming over, he waved his hand and joked, "I don't know how to eat when I get to eat at dinner time. What's wrong with your Teacher Wang? I'm full of reading?"

Then when Wang Yi approached him and smelled the smell of wine, he asked in surprise: "Are you eating?"

Wang Yi lied: "No, after school, Teacher Huang brought two pounds of rice wine and made some fried peanuts to drink. He insisted that I drink with him, so I took two sips."

Wang Xianghong didn't think much about it.

This is nothing wrong with saying it.

He looked at the net pocket in Wang Yi's hand again and muttered, "Want to bring gifts when you come up for dinner? Okay, you are the best in the whole team and the most particular one."

Wang Yi said: "This is wine-grass fermented tofu, and the taste is different from before. I know you love tofu, so I bring you a bottle to taste it. At worst, I will ask my sister-in-law for money later."

Now the fire on the stove at home has been extinguished, the lid of the pot has been opened, the buns inside are white and fat, and the pure fragrance of noodles is circling in the yard, which makes people feel hungry.

Wang Dongfang didn't go out to sea today, and he also knew the knowledge of digging wells, so he and Wang Dongbao were both on the ground in the morning to help Wang Yi.

At this moment, he was helping his wife pack the buns. After hearing Wang Yi's words, he immediately came out and leaned over the door panel and asked, "Brother, did you come here with new fermented tofu? What does it feel?"

Wang Yi handed him: "Brother, please unswer and smell it."

Wang Dongfang took it, unscrewed the canned bottle and went in to pick up a piece of chopsticks.

Today, not only steamed buns, but also steamed a few steamed buns. Wang Dong took a steamed bun and broke it apart, stuffed the fermented tofu into it and pressed it on it, and bit it in big mouthfuls:

"Yeah, the new steamed buns are so delicious! Yeah, this fermented tofu is so delicious, it tastes so good, dad, wife, this fermented tofu is delicious, it tastes different, and it has a smell of wine."

Wang Yi was about to introduce him, but Wang Xianghong said angrily: "I'm going to eat buns, what steamed buns and fermented tofu are you going to eat?"

Wang Dongfang laughed and said, "You eat buns, I will eat steamed buns first. I like to eat steamed buns and fermented tofu. Nothing tastes better than this bite."

Wang Xianghong shook his head repeatedly.

He reached out and lit his son who was smiling while eating steamed buns, turned his head to Wang Yi and said, "I'm so sorry for being a bad person. Look at your brother, does he look promising?"

"No!"

"You said that I, Wang Xianghong, is a model worker and a party member and cadre. Why didn't I train my son to become a party member and a cadre?"

"It's not that I deliberately avoid suspicion, it's that he doesn't have that ability, you know! I have trained him. He is a dog meat and can't be put on the big mat, and he is a rotten wood and can't be carved!"

Wang Dongfang didn't care what his father said. He ate steamed buns and fermented tofu happily and said, "Dad, isn't that good?"

"In the past few years, who didn't praise you in the outside team for your big self? They all said that Captain Wang is dedicated to the people, and does not use his power to seek benefits for himself, and he has not even made his son a party member, nor has he been given a job in the production team or commune..."

Wang Xianghong was overjoyed when he heard this.

But I frowned again: "I have never been careless in doing things and never care about what others say. If I don't train you, it's not okay. If you are Teacher Wang, what's your look?"

Wang Yi glanced at him and asked, "Captain, aren't you so mean?"

Wang Xianghong said, "What's wrong with me? I won't avoid being close to my relatives. If your brother has that ability, I will definitely train him well. If he has your ability, I will train him as the captain. I don't care what people outside say to me."

"Okay, let's go to have a meal when you come."

Xiufang quickly picked up the buns from the pot and said, "Dad, you drink a glass of wine, and eat the buns after you finish drinking."

The wine and food were already on the table.

The dish is very simple. A plate of meat slices is considered a meat dish, and a large bowl of vegetable stems, a small bowl of drunken snails and a small bowl of crab paste.

Wang Xianghong greeted him and sat down, saying, "We are father and son. I asked you to come with Teacher Xiaoqiu to deal with a bun. I didn't prepare any good wine and food. Let's have a few sips together, right?"

Wang Yi said: "Okay, I don't make a living, I just like to eat seafood and wild vegetables. What kind of vegetable stalk is this?"

Wang Xianghong smiled and said, "Moldy amaranth stem, see if you can eat it. This thing has a bad taste. Haha, you may not be used to it."

Qiu Weishui picked up the chopsticks and said, "I'm used to eating. My grandfather used to make moldy winter melon, moldy beans, and moldy thousand pieces of mold. I remember that when it came to the dining table, it smelled bad, and it was all these moldy vegetables."

Wang Yi asked differently: "How do you need to make good things into moldy vegetables? Are moldy vegetables unhealthy?"

Wang Xianghong shook his head: "The birthday boy has eaten moldy vegetables for a lifetime and has lived until now in one breath. Moldy vegetables are not simply moldy vegetables. They are deliberately moldy just like the fermented tofu you brought with you."

He further introduced to Wang Yi:

"We ordinary people can't eat moldy vegetables. Winter melon and amaranth have no taste. Since ancient times, the conditions at home are not good, and there is no oil or water, let alone the soy sauce, vinegar, oyster sauce, MSG you have tinkered with now."

"In the past, I had MSG at home, and it took one to buy two taels of liang of them for a year." Wang Dongfang said while chewing on the steamed buns.

Wang Xianghong nodded: "Yes, there is a shortage of seasonings, and every household is short of them."

"In this way, you don't have fresh vegetables in winter and spring, so how can you eat? Every day, there are repeated patterns. Today, the cabbage will be green radish tomorrow, and the big and the small potatoes will continue to eat cabbage the day after tomorrow. It's just this thing, who won't get tired of eating it?"

Wang Dongfang continued to add: "It doesn't matter if it's all cabbage. Like Teacher Wang, you made pork and stewed cabbage. You will definitely not get tired of eating it every day."

"But we don't have that condition. The clear soup is poor every day, and it's not delicious, and people who eat it have no appetite."

Wang Xianghong said, "That's it, so we have to think of a way to make the dish taste a little bit in our mouths."

"How to do it? Fermentation and moldiness make the vegetable moldy, and it will taste good if it becomes moldy. The moldy smell is also a taste, right?"

"There is also different amaranth. It's nothing to eat when it's tender, but we have to let them get seeds. Once amaranth is slaughtered, it's over. It's old. The stems of amaranth are so thick and so old, and they're almost like a stick? Such things cannot be eaten, no matter what the taste is, no one can chew it."

Wang Yi understood: "So let it ferment, and the fermentation will taste and soften it?"

Wang Xianghong nodded.

Wang Dongfang said: "The moldy amaranth stem is a dish of poor people on our outer island. Look at whoever pickles a can of amaranth stem to ferment it, it will definitely be a jingle of poverty."

"Teacher Wang, you try it. It actually tastes good. It's just that I can still eat it at my house. I guess other members don't eat this at home, so they all dried the amaranth roots and burned it as firewood."

"Dad, why are you glaring at me again? Am I wrong?"

Wang Xianghong glared at him vigorously and said angrily: "Yes, you are right. Come on, Teacher Wang, don't dislike moving your chopsticks."

Wang Dongfang also greeted Wang Yi: "Teacher Wang, you move your chopsticks. My father has a bad temper recently and has been angry. I don't know what's going on."

"Why am I angry at you, don't you know why?" Wang Xianghong couldn't help glaring at him again.

Wang Dongfang scratched his head and asked, "What's wrong? Because I eat steamed buns and fermented tofu? I'm just a bite. Besides, I'm not just eating steamed buns and not buns..."

Qiu Weishui shook his head helplessly and asked, "Brother Dongfang, I remember that your family also had a jar of amaranth stems pickled at you?"

Wang Dongfang heard her and suddenly reacted: "Oh, did I just talk about my family? I called my family a pauper? Haha."

"But my family is really a pauper. Am I just exposed the secret?"

Wang Xianghong helplessly pointed him with his finger and said to Wang Yi: "Look, can I train such a person to become a member of our community? Is it irresponsible if I lead him into the organization? Did it harm the organization and the people?"

Wang Yi smiled and said, "Come on, let's go one of us. If you don't wish anything else, I wish our production team more and more prosperous, and I wish our brick kiln factory a smooth and smooth opening!"

Wang Xianghong raised his wine glass: "Yes, I wish our production team a prosperous future, and I wish our community a smooth and successful business!"

Wine is not a good wine, it is a 90s great song. Wang Xianghong usually drinks this wine.
To be continued...