Chen Fan imitated their appearance, put his tea cup on the floor at his feet, didn't smoke even when his cigarette was in his hand, and said with a smile, "Yes, today's pig butcher is Master Zhu from the food station."
Zhang Changjiang nodded, "Master Zhu is an old hand. He followed his master to kill pigs when he was a teenager. After graduation, he worked alone for several years. Later, he went to the food station to kill pigs. It has been nearly 20 years."
Chen Fan pinched his fingers to figure out that he was almost 45 years old, right?
But when I think about Master Zhu's appearance just now, it seems that he is younger than his actual age. On the contrary, some people in the village are younger than him and look much older than him.
Ye Shubao smiled aside and said, "Is it Mr. Liu from your team 5 who makes pig killing dishes?"
Before Chen Fan could answer, Xiao Liewen grinned and said, "He is the only one who can handle the weddings and funerals of their teams. He has also done the pig killing for so many years. It is unlikely that he will fail to replace others."
Looking at the inquiring eyes of several people, Chen Fan nodded, "Yes, Master Liu."
Xiao Liewen laughed twice, as if celebrating his ingenuity.
Then he turned to Chen Fan and asked curiously, "He made a pot of pig killing dishes, but you didn't make a pot of turtle meat?"
Chen Fan turned to him and said, "I didn't make turtle meat, but I made a blood sausage. This is also a pork dish, but it's from the northeast. In addition, I also made fried pork liver and double cooked pork."
Zhang Changjiang was slightly stunned, "Oh, you can also make pig killing dishes in Northeast China?"
Without waiting for Chen Fan to speak, Xiao Liewen was full of excitement. "Can you be bloody?"
Chen Fan looked at him and said, "Ah, yes."
Xiao Liewen looked at him expectantly, "Next time I will kill a pig in my room, can you help me make a bloody sausage?"
Then he turned to Zhang Changjiang and said, "Calculate, I haven't eaten this food for more than 20 years, and I forgot the taste. At this time, he said, my head is full of blood. I'm greedy."
Chen Fan nodded without hesitation, "OK, it's my pleasure."
How many people can't ask for something to do for the battle hero? Why hesitate.
"All right, all right,"
Xiao Liewen was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. "Oh, I haven't eaten this for many years. I really want to."
After a pause, he looked at Chen Fan expectantly again. "Can you make pig killing dishes in Northeast China?"
Chen Fan laughed and said, "Yes. In fact, the pig killing dishes in the Northeast are not different from those here. The main thing is to use pickles as the base."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Liewen patted his thigh and smiled, "Yes, yes, it's pickled cabbage. Their pickled cabbage is really delicious,... oh,"
Xiao Liewen suddenly sighed, "I haven't eaten those things for many years. When our team withdrew to Dandong, the first meal we had was to kill pigs. After eating, we broke up. It has been more than 20 years. So I have been thinking about that smell for more than 20 years."
After a pause of two seconds, he suddenly stood up, "No, I have to send someone to ask Master Zhu to come over and kill pigs for me tomorrow. I can't wait."
Chen Fan could not laugh or cry at the sight, but he was a little sad. He quickly got up and grabbed him, laughing, "Captain Xiao, if you want to eat blood sausage, there are still three in Captain Yang's house, you can send someone to buy one from him. Keep your pig, and I'll make you a pot of pickles. Then I'll make a pot of northeast pig killing dishes. You can arrange several people to follow you. There will be pickles to eat every year. Don't rush to this moment. "
Xiao Liewen looked at him in surprise, "Are you willing to teach?"
Chen Fan laughed and said, "There is nothing I refuse to teach them. Today, I cooked some dishes at Captain Yang's home and taught them together."
"It's a pity that there is no fresh pig offal, or I can teach you all these dishes."
Hearing this, Zhang Changjiang immediately stood up and shouted to Zhang Wenliang, who was busy below, "Three tigers, three tigers."
Zhang Wenliang turned his head and took a look. He ran up quickly. "Uncle, what's the matter?"
Zhang Changjiang, "Now go to the communication room, call Zhu Gong'an and ask him to go to the food station to see if there is any fresh pig offal. Buy a pair and invite him to drink when he comes."
"Ah, good."
Zhang Wenliang didn't ask, but turned and ran into the courtyard.
Chen Fan looked at his back, then turned back to look at Zhang Changjiang, his face puzzled, "Communication room?"
What's the end of the day? Has the production team been on the phone?
Zhang Changjiang leaned back in his chair, saw Chen Fan's expression, took a sip from the teapot, and then smiled slowly, "Our brigade has two lines, one east line and one west line, which are all directly connected to the commune police station. They are communication lines buried before liberation, but only one line can be connected.
Later, when we built a large militia division, the communication team of our civil corps transformed these two lines. Each team has a simple telephone, through which we can get in touch with the police station. In case of emergency, the team can call the police station, and then the police station can directly contact other teams to inform the whole team in the shortest time. "
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Shubao said, "But it will not be so troublesome soon. This time Secretary Yang went to the commune for a meeting. The commune will build a radio station in the brigade. Each team will install a big loudspeaker. When something happens, we will use the loudspeaker in the brigade. The whole brigade will know that it is much more convenient."
Chen Fan's eyes were dazed. The radio station knew that there was a telegraph pole in the village with a big iron horn installed on it. At 6 o'clock every morning, when the radio began to broadcast, the horn sounded, which was also a very deep memory of him when he was a child.
But what is the technical principle of single line telephone? You can only call one person regularly, not others?
And why should it be installed in the police station? Shouldn't it be installed in the brigade department, and then the brigade department will contact the police station?
I don't understand.
At this time, he also vaguely understood why Captain Yang shouted that Zhu Gong'an had arrived so soon after he woke up the day before yesterday. He was contacted by phone.
As soon as the phone calls here, I will come here by bike. It's really fast.
On the other hand, Ye Shubao talked about the big horn, and the other people immediately turned their attention to this matter. Even Xiao Liewen did not care about the northeast pig killing dish, and talked excitedly about who would open the big horn and who would take care of the key in the future.
After a long time, Zhang Wenliang came out of the yard. "Uncle, Zhu Gong'an went to the countryside. He was not in the office. Zeng Gong'an answered the phone. He sent someone to the food office. It happened that Master Zhu was killing pigs. There was a fresh set of water, so he gave it to them. But everyone in the office was very busy, and they couldn't get away. I had to fetch it myself."
Zhang Changjiang waved his hand. "You ride over there and hurry up. Master Xiao Chen is going to make pig killing dishes for Captain Xiao."
Zhang Wenliang nodded, "Well, I'll go."