Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0562: Moisturizing Things Silently
As the due date draws closer, Liu Zhen's body becomes heavier and heavier. Now Liu Zhen has to sit slumped over, and it is a bit uncomfortable for her to sit up straight. Nan Yi massages her legs as soon as he comes back from outside.
Liu Zhen moaned comfortably for a few times and said, "Do you know about the 3,000-member Japanese youth delegation?"
"I know. What's wrong?"
"You can speak Japanese, so go sign up as a volunteer and participate in the service."
"Comrade Liu Zhen, professional matters should be left to professionals. Japanese is not my major, so we shouldn't compete with those professionals for opportunities to show off. My major is farming. If there is a need for help anywhere, please tell me."
"Stop it, if you are not interested in this, I will tell you another piece of news." Liu Zhen said mysteriously.
"What news?"
"The country has begun to pay attention to the work of changing the face of poverty-stricken areas. We will further relax policies, reduce burdens, provide preferential treatment, invigorate commodity circulation, speed up commodity turnover, and increase intellectual investment. Is this news of mine useful to you?"
"This news is somewhat useful, but it doesn't make much difference whether we know it in advance or not. Poverty alleviation is a long-term task. There are still more than 200 million poor people in our country, and 20 to 30 million poor people in cities. It is impossible to change their backward appearance all at once. We have to take it slowly."
Nan Yi paused and continued, "This is good news for the Reclamation Group. It will help the company expand more smoothly."
"Oh, change your legs." Liu Zhen pulled her legs and said, "How's the loan issue going?"
"We haven't started yet. If you want to flatter me, I'll refine the racket first so that I can hit it right when the time comes." Nan Yi changed direction and started massaging the other leg.
"Were you a lackey in your previous life? You seem to be familiar with this routine."
"Don't talk about my last life. I'm not bad at flattering people in this life." Nan Yi said exaggeratedly, and then leaned against Liu Zhen's belly and said, "My dear daughter, am I right?"
"Get out of the way, son. Nan Yi, let me tell you again, the baby in my belly is a son." Liu Zhen shouted dissatisfiedly.
"Okay, okay, it's my son, my son." Nan Yi pressed down Liu Zhen's struggling legs and said, "Okay, don't move. I'll continue to press you and tell you something else."
"What is it?"
"My dad asked me to borrow money today because he was going to go abroad for an inspection. I didn't agree. Call him tomorrow when you're at work and tell him about it. Then ask Zhiling to send 500 US dollars over."
"Is 500 enough? Do you want more ?"
"That's about it. Giving too much is not a good thing. He has a chance to move up soon, so we have to pay attention to the impact."
"Oh, I understand. I'll call him as soon as I get to work tomorrow and ask him if he wants to send some to mom as well. We can't favor one over the other." Liu Zhen nodded and said.
"No, Mom doesn't need money. It's not too long until the Mid-Autumn Festival. Tell me how much I want to prepare for you when you come back tomorrow. I'll go to the pastry shop and place an order the day after tomorrow."
"Just what I want?"
"Yes, I will consider other relationships. Also, I will not come back for dinner tomorrow. I will go to your house and give a few bottles of good wine to my father-in-law, and have a few drinks with him."
"Hmm? Come to my house? Don't you dislike going to my house?"
"I don't like it. It's your family. I have to consider your face. Your brothers keep all the money in your family. I think I can give 2,000 yuan to each of your parents when I go there tomorrow. I will give them separately and secretly."
"It's a bit too much. I gave you 2,000 for the Mid-Autumn Festival. How much more for the New Year?" Liu Zhen said with his eyebrows twitching.
"It's okay. We don't need this little money. Just 2,000. We'll decide how much to give during the Chinese New Year."
"Okay, as you wish."
Time passed and soon it was the next day.
Liu Zhen suddenly had a whim and wanted to have some mixed tofu for breakfast, so Nan Yi had no choice but to buy her a piece of tofu, sprinkle some soy sauce on it and serve it on the table.
"It's too bland, add more soy sauce." Liu Zhen said after taking a bite.
"Forget about the soy sauce. It's better to eat less of it since it's from Sanda outside. I'll give you some salt. What kind of salt do you want?"
"Peach Blossom Salt." Liu Zhen said, then immediately denied it: "It should be Flower of Salt. The red color on the tofu is weird."
"Okay, I'll get it for you."
Nan Yi stood up and went to the kitchen.
Grab a salt jar from the spice rack, open the lid, and grab a pinch of salt.
As soon as he picked it up, Nan Yi felt something was wrong. When he rubbed his fingers, the salt on his hands felt different from normal salt, a little damp. So he picked up the salt jar, opened the lid, shook it, and saw that the salt had obvious lumps. He touched the wall of the jar and it was wet.
Putting the lid back on and the salt jar back in place, Nan Yi walked out of the kitchen and sprinkled the salt flowers on the tofu.
"The salt tide is strong. It's going to rain heavily. Remember to bring an umbrella with you when you go out these two days."
"Oh, it's okay. I don't have to go out these two days. Why didn't you take out the salt jar? The living room has more space, so it will dry faster in the shade."
"Take it out after I wash the dishes."
"Nan Yi, this is strange. How come the salt from foreign countries is so fine and doesn't get damp?"
"The coarseness and fineness are a process issue. Our country wants to save costs, so if you want fine salt, you just need to add more processes. The reason why it won't get damp is that foreign salt contains an anti-caking agent, potassium ferrocyanide."
“Or is it because of cost?”
"Anti-caking agents may have some technical factors, but the main factor is cost. I want to tell you, young comrade, our country has just solved the problem of food and clothing, and the people can just eat enough. You can't demand good food now."
Liu Zhen rolled her eyes at Nan Yi and spat, "When did I ever ask for a good meal? You live a refined life, even preparing several kinds of salt."
"Okay, stop talking back at me. Salt is the next area that Shennong Nanliang will enter."
“Isn’t salt a controlled commodity in many countries? How did you get it in?”
"I haven't finished yet. We are going to enter the field of luxury salt, not ordinary salt. I have been planning the field of high-end ingredients, and seasoning is one of them."
"Oh, I thought so." Liu Zhen drank two mouthfuls of porridge and said, "The pork last night was really delicious. I saw that the pattern was like a snowflake pattern, unlike the parallel lines of ordinary pork. My mother said that it smelled delicious, and she took away all the unfried pork."
"Okay, I'll have someone send some more over. Don't get addicted to it. Pork is still a rare commodity. The improvement of the pig breed is not yet complete. There are only a few pigs left. At most, we can kill one."
"What kind of pig is this? It's so rare."
"The Hungarian Mangalica pig looks very similar to sheep and has curly hair. It is an endangered species. If you want to eat as much as you want, I really can't supply you."
"Forget it, since you're talking about it being so rare, I won't eat it. Can you help me get some Jinhua pork? It's strange that the pork sold outside tastes very different. Some are delicious, and some are not."
"It's normal. Now many places have started large-scale breeding. There are already many large-scale pig farms with thousands of pigs. The pigs in the pig farms are basically fed with feed and additives. They are sold quickly and have good economic benefits, but the taste of pork has deteriorated."
"Oh, Nan Yi, should I also read some books on agriculture? "
"Forget it. Your family's division of labor is finance. You should read more books on finance. In the short term, our family's main source of income will be concentrated in finance and energy. If you want to see big returns in agriculture, it will take a long time."
"Longer than high-tech?"
"It's hard to say." Nan Yi shook his head.
…
After staying in the Erhua Staff Club until two o'clock in the afternoon, Nan Yi hurried back to the old villa.
Ge Cuizhu came to Beijing yesterday, and actually brought a burden with her—Zhou Guanbao from Zhoujiaao Village. Yesterday, Ge Cuizhu did not bring him to the old house, but asked Nan Yi for his opinion first.
Nan Yi made an appointment with Zhou Guanbao to meet at three o'clock today, and the location was the old villa.
His hair was a mess with some natural curls, and there were tufts of dandruff floating in the greasy hair. His face was dark with a hint of red, and it was obvious that he was often exposed to the sun and rain. His forehead wrinkles were deep, his eyebrows were long and thick, and his eyes were firm with a hint of rebelliousness.
The nose is concave, and the beard under the nose is in the shape of a figure eight, thick and dense; the mouth is not big, the upper lip is very thick, and the lines are like the character "人", and the lower lip is very thin and short; when the mouth is closed, it forms the character "亼", and when it is open... wow, those yellow teeth.
Judging from the cigarette and tea stains left on Zhou Guanbao's teeth, he smoked no less than two and a half packs of cigarettes a day and drank no less than three cups of strong tea.
Analyzing from the physiognomy and the information provided by Ge Cuizhu, Nan Yi speculated that Zhou Guanbao had a very quick temper and was a very domineering person. He probably monopolized power in Zhoujiaao Village, was self-willed, and everyone had to listen to him.
Such people, if they are lucky and have a smooth road ahead, can always be regarded as models and advanced people; but once they encounter a crisis, they will be like a dragon trapped in shallow water, and at best they will be deserted by their friends and relatives, or even thrown into jail.
"You must be Accountant Nan, hello , hello, I am Zhou Guanbao from Zhoujiaao Village."
Nan Yi stood at the door and observed quickly for a while. Just as he walked to the sofa, Zhou Guanbao jumped up from the sofa, stretched out both hands, and without waiting for Nan Yi to raise his hand, he grabbed his right hand and shook it up and down vigorously.
"Hello, Secretary Zhou, I am Wenchang Wei Nanyi."
Zhou Guanbao's palms were very rough, and Nan Yi's hands were hurt by them.
Nan Yi felt it and found that Zhou Guanbao had calluses on his knuckles, cracks on his palm lines, and calluses on the first joint of his index finger, which were bulging like a broad bean.
"To grind out the bean-like cocoon, one must have pulled the trigger many times, and he pulled it very hard. He must have been shooting the Type 56 light machine gun for a long time. He must have been retired a few years ago, or he is an old militiaman, or both."
Nan Yi thought about it and said, "Secretary Zhou, please take a seat. Let's sit down and talk about what we have to say."
"Okay, okay, sit down and talk. Sit down and talk."
Squeak!
Nan Yi had a bad feeling. According to his analysis of Zhou Guanbao's personality, it was impossible for someone like him to be so humble. This...
Why does Nan Yi feel like he's being made a fool again?
