Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s Chapter 95

Chapter 95: I am losing weight

An Zhixia blinked her eyes, she had to work hard to build connections. When the time comes, there will be a vacancy in the state-owned hotel, my brother can fill it in time!

 The chicken farm was completely handed over to Director Zhang, and An Zhixia began to concentrate on designing the stage play.

This era is not without stage plays, and there are also singing, dancing, talking and making noises. However, due to people's knowledge and the limitations of the times, there is always a sense of dullness and shackles, and there is a lack of liveliness, vitality and hope.

An Zhixia is trying to inject multiple elements based on the period stage drama to break the dullness and shackles. Comedy, drama and tragedy are mixed together, and joy, education and vigilance are all gathered together, making it impossible to find any mistakes or inadequacies.

She immersed herself in her creation, and time passed quickly. Two days later, the cases of Cui Tianhao and Qi Yunlan were settled. Cui Tianhao, Qi Yunlan and Chen Sike were fined each to compensate An Zhixia 200 yuan for their participation in the blackmail incident and were detained for two months.

 Xiong Quanzi's case was more serious and he was sent directly to a farm for twenty years of labor reform.

Because there were many people who testified about Fang Hongye, even though Cui Tianhao was not an adult at the time and eight years had passed since the incident, he still had to bear the loss of Fang Hongye's reputation, compensate the Fang family 500 yuan, and have to come to the house. Apologize in person!

When the case was confirmed, the president began to send publicists to give speeches to the brigade below. The purpose was to put everyone's hearts on the field, never to have a crooked mind, do things that harm others and benefit oneself, and put the affairs of these people Say it as a typical example.

Of course, Cui Tianhao's three people's files have been stained, and the days to come are predictably sad.

The tour team finished their announcement in the county and were taken to the provincial capital to continue performing.

An Zhixia hung a retro camera around her neck, took a few photos, and wrote a decent report about the popularity and positive impact of the tour group, which she submitted to newspapers in several big cities.

The village chief and his party went up the mountain to search for a week, and finally returned with a full load. They carried a herd of wild boars that came from other mountains and harmed the crops in Hetang Village. There were twenty-three wild boars in total, weighing more than 500 kilograms. Can reach 200 kilograms.

This incident directly alarmed the entire commune, and the president personally led a team there.

An Zhixia had nothing to do and slipped back to the village with him.

The weather is getting warmer and pork cannot be stored. At this moment, the five butchers are busy cutting with shiny knives. The children are milling around, and the adults are talking to each other with smiles on their faces. I wonder how much I can share.

An Zhixia soon saw the building that was taller and stronger than the others. His dark and deep eyes looked over. The two looked at each other. She couldn't help but smile and stretched out her paw to say hello.

However, Hang Xianglei was between the two of them, or together with many other villagers.

An Zhixia is wearing a white lotus leaf collar shirt, a **** V-neck thin sweater, black stovepipe pants, and two regular braids, but with infinite vitality, making this world full of gray, black, white and blue bright. It's hard not to notice.

She pursed her lips and smiled, waving her slender hands, her watery grape-like eyes blinking into the heart.

Hang Xianglei froze, then slowly raised his hand and waved it, his tense face pulled into an unnatural arc, wanting to laugh but not taking advantage of others.

An Zhixia raised her eyebrows, and immediately changed the posture of her hands, making a spray gesture at Hang Xianglei. The latter immediately remembered the pain of pepper spray hitting his face, and his face was so gloomy that ink dripped from his face.

 Small, she still remembers what he said about her being ugly.

Fang Yuan strode over, blocking her view, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I heard about you being blackmailed just after I came back. Did you suffer any loss?"

An Zhixia smiled and shook her head: "I never lose weight when I lose weight!"

 He chuckled: "Do you want to eat wild boar?"

“Eat it, the wild boar meat is very lean, not much fat,” An Zhixia thought about the piece of wild boar meat she had received years ago. Although it was not as fat and tender as domestic pigs, it was chewy and full of meat, which made her salivate.

"I contributed more this time. The village chief decided not to give me work points, but just gave me a wild boar weighing 500 kilograms." He pointed his chin at a large wild boar placed on the bed sheet, and two more were placed beside it. A roe deer weighing more than a hundred kilograms, a dozen hares, twenty pheasants, twenty wild ducks, and several strings of birds formed a hill, which was quite spectacular. “When I went up the mountain, I said that it was extremely dangerous to go up the mountain in the spring. In order to reward everyone, I specially stipulated that I would hand over half of what I hunted and keep the rest.

 So I couldn't hold it back and kept hunting all the way. I didn't expect that after half of it was taken away, there was still a lot of game left. You go pick out what you like to eat. I exchanged the rest for meat stamps, enough to last a year! "

An Zhixia felt like she was being tricked. In the 1970s, someone waved her hand to control whether you had enough meat. This was compared to throwing money at you in later generations, and it made people feel more luxurious.

 She gave a thumbs up, "You are so generous!"

"To me, these meats are no different from the vegetables you grow in your yard. It's even easier. You don't need to water, fertilize, turn the soil, and weed. Just throw away the stones and you're done. If you feel bad about it, just make some for a few children." Put on your spring clothes, I'll go back and get some cloth tickets."

The boss said so, and An Zhixia didn't pretend to be polite. She just picked a few of each and bought a hundred catties of meat tickets from him.

 Because neither she nor An Zhiqiu received work points in the village, they did not get free pork, but she could still buy some with money to take home. Seeing her carrying about ten kilograms of wild boar meat and other game meat, the eyes of the big guys were red, but they didn't dare to say anything harsh, for fear of being resented, and it would not be their turn to get a worker quota in the future.

An Zhixia personally cooked and prepared a table of game. He didn't even let his brother in, so he asked him to give one portion to the Fang family and the Fang family.

 After the meal, she directed her brother to process the uneaten game. Some should be dried, some smoked, and some fried. As long as they are well preserved, they can be eaten for a long time.

An Zhiqiu picked up a smoked rabbit and an air-dried chicken with oil paper and mailed them to two classmates in Kyoto. I believed that with these good things, the other party would do their best to help them find out about job recruitment news, and also tell them some things about their family in Kyoto.

When the popularity of the tour group subsided, several newspapers wrote back to An Zhixia, praising their commune for its good spirit, high awareness, and well-organized activities. They also wanted to invite the tour group to perform there and conduct cultural exchanges.

An Zhixia called Fang Hongye and planned to let her lead the team there and talk about selling the program.

 (End of this chapter)

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