The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

Although the warehouse of the Mutual Aid Club is not bustling, it is still crowded with people.

Tu Ziqiang was thinking wildly as he walked.

Can you be in a hurry?It's already March, and spring plowing will begin in mid-April!

The crops don't wait for anyone, and if we can't think of a way, we can only let the factory workers have enough food in the second half of the year.

How big is the bowl in the hand, and how big the ability is to handle the big things.

Tu Ziqiang kept comforting himself, but he couldn't help feeling restless.

"Why are you so unreasonable, comrade!"

A voice came from a distance, it sounded familiar...

Tu Ziqiang looked up and had fun~~~

Isn't this the customer who sold meat tickets for the first time --- the four pockets!

"Teacher Tian..." The little girl collecting supplies blushed.

"Don't call me teacher, I'm not your teacher..." Four pockets waved their hands.

"Principal Tian..." The little girl pursed her mouth, and she was about to cry.

"Little girl," Sidou sighed and softened, "I don't blame you..."

After saying this, the four pockets turned around slowly, and their steps were a little staggering, holding a stack of books tied by a hemp rope in their hands...

"What's going on..." Tu Ziqiang strolled over to ask the little girl, and one of the four ears stopped in a daze.

"Director Tu, he..." the little girl hesitated.

"Are you the leader? You come to judge..." Four pockets turned around and rushed to Tu Ziqiang, holding their hands high.

"Well, you said..." Tu Ziqiang looked at the four pockets with a smile.

"Eh?" Four pockets looked at Tu Ziqiang suspiciously, this kid looked very familiar.

"When he wants to exchange books for work..." The little girl introduced in a low voice, "But there is no such thing in our project..."

"Why is there no such thing? Let me tell you, it's unreasonable!" Four pockets shook their heads, not wanting to see it anywhere.

"Look, look! Seventy-five cents!" The four pockets held the book in one hand, and poked the price on the back of the book with the other hand, "The value recognized by the country, why don't you recognize it? Huh?"

"But, Tian, ​​Comrade Tian..." The little girl hesitated and changed her address, "The Mutual Aid Club only accepts supplies related to basic necessities, food, housing and transportation. This book is valuable, but you can't eat or drink~~"

"You!" The four pockets were tongue-tied.

"You have to go to the buying station even if you sell waste paper, it's not us..." the little girl murmured softly, not daring to raise her eyes.

"Me!" The four faces flushed with anger.

"Okay, give him a catty of meat..." Tu Ziqiang waved his hand, "Deduct from my working hours."

"Oh," the director said, the little girl lowered her head and opened a ticket, and the four pockets stood there hesitantly.

"Twenty-five cents..." The little girl reached out and asked for money.

"The money is mine too..." Tu Ziqiang couldn't help smiling when he saw the four pockets wanting to leave but reluctant to leave, and took out his pockets to pay.

"I'll give you the books... the money~~ I'll pay my salary." The four pockets lowered their heads and took the meat ticket, and conveniently stuffed the pile of books into Tu Ziqiang.

"No, they are obviously more valuable to you..." Tu Ziqiang pushed with his hand.

"Me!" Four pockets said angrily, with their faces flushed and blood vessels throbbing on their foreheads, "I'm not begging for food!"

"Here!"

A stack of books was stuffed into Tu Ziqiang's arms, and he turned around and left.

The little girl stuck out her tongue, Tu Ziqiang smiled at her, and took two quick steps to catch up with the four pockets.

"Two yuan and eight!" Tu Ziqiang said in a low voice, clutching four pocketed arms, "I owe you twenty cents!"

"It's you!" The eyes of the four pockets who were originally puzzled, their pupils constricted when they heard the word two cents and three.

The four pockets waited silently in line to receive the meat, without any intention of chatting with Tu Ziqiang behind him.

"Fat one, the fattest one..." The four swallowed and spit, skillfully flattering the meat-cutter.

"Director Tu..." The flesh-cutting man looked at Tu Ziqiang with a smile on his face, as if he didn't see the four pockets.

"Give me five catties of pork belly..." Tu Ziqiang was not pretentious, and handed over the ticket, "There are two catties of sugar..."

Gulu, the four pockets that were squeezed aside obviously swallowed, and Tu Ziqiang's mischievous psychology was greatly satisfied!

Tell you old boy to take the bridge with me!Hungry you!

"Director Tu, you take it..." The strong man bent over with a smile on his face and handed over the sugar and pork belly, his thick arms were struggling...

"Hmm... Thank you for your hard work." Tu Ziqiang smiled kindly, took the meat and candy, and couldn't help sinking his hands...

Almost eight catties of meat, three catties of sugar...

Tu Ziqiang weighed his weight, looked up and smiled at the strong man, the strong man was flattered.

"I, I also want pork belly..." Four pockets stared blankly at the meat in Tu Ziqiang's hand, and said through gritted teeth.

Snapped!A small strip of tenderloin was thrown in front of the four pockets.

"Next..." The strong man glanced indifferently at the four pockets who were inexplicably sad and indignant.

"You!!!" Four pockets panted violently, and then said aggrievedly, "You're not even a catty!"

"Hurry up, there are so many people lining up behind..." The strong man coaxed the four pockets away like a fly.

Tu Ziqiang swallowed his saliva and happily returned home...

Haven't eaten braised pork in months?Eat hard today!

The anticipation of the braised pork temporarily suppressed his irritability...

People, what to wear is not as important as what to eat!

"You guys can't do it like this~~~" The four panted to catch up with Tu Ziqiang, their eyes fixed on the eight pounds of meat,

"Huh?" Tu Ziqiang didn't stop walking, squinting at the four pockets dripping with halazi...

"I'm very good at braised pork..." Sidou barely looked away from the meat, looking at Tu Ziqiang, "It's a long story, how about talking while eating?"

"My name is Tian Xifeng, and I'm the principal of No. 65 Middle School." The four pockets stretched out their hands to Tu Ziqiang, who looked like I don't know you yet, "Before becoming the principal, I studied economics..."

Tu Ziqiang shook Tian Xifeng's hand with drooping eyelids, and casually stuffed meat and sugar into his hand...

"This braised pork is fat but not greasy..." At Tu Ziqiang's house, Tian Xifeng was saliva while cutting pieces of meat...

"It's just the two of us for dinner..." Tu Ziqiang reminded with a big tea mug.

"It's okay..." Tian Xifeng's meat-cutting movements sped up instantly.

"Slow down, don't cut your hands..." Tu Ziqiang gave him a blank look, turned around and entered the room, and decided to give up.

This old guy obviously didn't plan to say anything until he got his mouth.

"Don't worry..." Tian Xifeng's meat-cutting action slowed down.

"Sweet and soft, fat and thin..."

"I don't have Chaotianjiao either, it's a pity..."

"Where are the aniseed and cinnamon?"

"Xiangye?"

"Is there any jujube?"

"There's nothing, you're living your life! Tsk tsk tsk..."

"I won't ask any more, surely there is no rock candy?"

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity that there is no rock sugar, white sugar is not as strong..."

Tian Xifeng was busy in the kitchen like a cheerful Erha, chatting endlessly.

Tu Ziqiang lay on the kang with a dark face, the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it!

scholar?

This Nima is a big foodie!

The principal of No. 65 Middle School?

From New Oriental!

Economics?

Let's do sales!

Really Nima can fool you!

My braised pork! ! !