jdhmnovel Chapter 317: The King, His Ministers, and His Assistants
Chapter 317: The King, His Ministers, and His Assistants
Du Ye's past was not glorious, but fortunately he has turned over a new leaf.
Yang Min didn't care much about it.
After all, my eldest daughter is now a widow.
A widow remarries and has a child. Does she expect to find a domineering president?
Chang Wei didn't want his mother to get too involved in his sister's marriage, so he said, "Let's wait and see. I heard that next year is the year of the widow."
"Widow Year? Who told you that?"
"My colleagues in the group, it is better to believe this than not to believe it. Please ask around to see if it is true."
"Okay, I really need to ask this clearly. I can't let your sister..." Yang Min muttered without finishing her words, and then said worriedly: "Alas, this is all my own thinking. I don't know if Xiao Du will like your sister."
Chang Wei curled his lips and said nothing.
A hero doesn’t ask where he came from, and a beauty doesn’t ask about her ex-husband.
What's wrong with my sister being a widow? It's not her fault. She was the one who got herself killed by drinking and driving.
After chatting for a while, Chang Wei strolled to the front yard. After washing up, he decided to get the pills out first.
It will be inconvenient to do it when grandpa comes tomorrow.
He hadn't originally thought of looking for any ancestral recipe, he just relied on the medicinal effects of the physical constitution fruit.
Taking out the remaining four fifths of the fruit, he began to think about the ruler, ministers, assistants and messengers.
Fruit is the main ingredient, so it should be supplemented with something else, right?
He didn't dare to mix ginseng and wolfberry casually, what if the medicinal properties really conflicted with each other.
After thinking for a while, he picked a bitter gourd from the vegetable garden in the black space.
The bitter taste of good medicine is good for disease.
Just use this.
He had seen his grandfather making medicine since he was a child and was very familiar with it.
The method of making Chinese medicine pills is to grind the powder, refine the honey, mix the medicine, and make the pills.
In order to prevent the loss of medicinal efficacy, Chang Wei did not dry the fruit and bitter gourd into powder, but simply kneaded them into a puree. After pouring honey and water into a pot and boiling them until they became stringy, he poured the fruit puree in and stirred it. Finally, he let it sit while warm and kneaded it into pills.
I used half a fruit to make ten pills.
He was in a peaceful mood and fell happily on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, he moved the little girl's head away from his chest and wiped her wet pajamas.
Today was his day off, so he got up an hour later than usual.
These days have really kept him busy.
After changing his clothes and washing up, he just entered the backyard and saw a man sweating profusely while kneading coal.
Seeing Chang Wei coming, he respectfully called out, "Team Leader."
"You come so early?" Chang Wei just showed a smile and then restrained it.
This guy might really become my brother-in-law...
Du Ye paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm used to getting up early in the cadre school, so I can't sleep."
Chang Wei snorted and said calmly, "You haven't eaten yet. Eat first and get busy later."
Du Ye readily agreed. He stuck the shovel into the coal pile and wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaving a black stain.
As soon as he entered the room, Chang Da fetched a basin of hot water and asked Du Ye to come over and wash his face. Chang Wei was so angry that he lost his appetite.
There has always been controversy over who invented honeycomb briquettes.
Internationally speaking, Spanish inventor Verduso began researching the invention of honeycomb briquettes as early as 1930 and obtained the first patent in 1933.
Domestically, on October 1950, 10, the honeycomb briquettes and honeycomb briquettes stoves developed by Guo Wende were officially put into production in Xianshi Street, Dezhou City, under the name "Guo Wende Family Industrial Society".
At the beginning of 1953, the name was changed to "Limin Coal Briquette Factory", with more than 10 workers and a daily output of 5 to 6 tons of coal briquettes.
At that time, there was no manual honeycomb coal machine like in later generations. The mold was just a sleeve, and you had to squat on the ground and put the coal slime in with your hands, press it, and then gently shake it to separate the mold and the coal slime.
However, after Fan Tuaner sent him 500 kilograms of anthracite last time, Chang Wei asked the steel rolling mill to help him make two honeycomb coal machines, which Chen Mingji took to study for two days.
With the tools, it took him and Du Ye three full hours to make the coal briquettes.
After drinking a sip of tea, Chang Wei watched his mother and sister cleaning the yard, and asked Du Ye, "Do you have anything to do today?"
"It's okay." Du Ye didn't know what was wrong with Chang Wei today, and answered a little awkwardly.
"Come back to my hometown in Changping with me, ride a tricycle and help me carry things."
"Okay, I'll go back to the group and ride my bike first." Du Ye's tone was very respectful, he stood up and left.
He is not yet proficient in driving a car, but he has learned to drive a tricycle. This knowledge was taught in the cadre school.
Chang Wei drove a Willys in front to lead the way, and he followed behind on a sidecar. When they came out of the city, Chang Wei suddenly accelerated, stepped on the accelerator hard, turned sharply, and slammed the car door, driving very coolly.
Du Ye could only step on the accelerator and try his best to keep up.
When he arrived at the place, his chest was chilled by the cold wind.
It was lunch time when they arrived.
Chang Wei led Du Ye into the room, introduced him first, looked at the watery soup on the table, frowned and asked, "Is this what we're having for lunch?"
Steamed buns made from Sanhe flour and a bowl of cornmeal porridge.
Don’t think that you don’t do farm work in winter. The commune is still organizing river dredging before the weather freezes.
Take advantage of the dry season to clear out the silt in the river.
Carrying water across the river is harder than working in the fields.
In the absence of labor protection supplies, the members rolled up their trouser legs and went into the river barefoot. As soon as they stepped into the icy mud, their scalps became numb from the cold.
It’s a little better when you’re young and have a strong temper, but after middle age, everyone suffers from cold legs.
Grandpa Chang invited Du Ye to sit down, and asked grandma to steam some more buns. He held the pipe in his mouth and sighed, "We still have some to eat now, but in a few days, I'm afraid we won't even be able to eat Sanhe noodles."
"Where is the production team canteen?"
Grandpa Chang pointed at the cornmeal porridge and said, "This is what the canteen gave us."
During this meal, neither of them dared to eat too much. They just ate two steamed buns and put down their chopsticks.
Chang Wei thought that the famine would not occur until next year, but he did not expect that there were already signs of it this winter.
Maybe there was not a complete lack of food, but they just had to wait until next summer's harvest, so the production team might have started to control it. Even the dumbest person would know that the previous excessive eating and drinking had caused problems.
Even so, they still insisted on maintaining their loyalty to the outside world, saying that they had a bumper harvest this year and had sufficient food.
Concealment at every level...When the data reached the top, the situation was very good!
Chang Wei chatted with the old lady, while Chang Ni and Chang Nan began to help their grandparents pack their things. Knowing that they would move to the city today, the two little ones walked with the wind.
Du Ye couldn't help, but was too embarrassed to just sit there, so he said hello to Chang Wei and started wandering around the village.
He looks just like the new son-in-law who accompanies his wife back to her parents' home in the countryside during the Chinese New Year.
In fact, there was nothing to pack and take away, just a few sets of clothes. Chang Wei had prepared new bedding for them in the city.
There was still some hidden food, so Grandpa Chang asked Chang Nan to call his thirteenth uncle Chang Luo over.
Anyway, they will come back often during the trip, so all I need to do is clean up the house and lock the gate.
As he was tidying up, Du Ye came running in with a child in tow, and said nervously, "Chang Wei, there are spies."