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date="2021-11-16"

title="Chapter 140"

weight="147735"

series = ["Strict Wife of the ’70s Manages the Household"]

mode = "manual"

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Liu Jianyun and Luo Hai looked at each other and followed in silently, Han Ju was a little irritable.

When looking for information, Liu Jianyun quietly provided Han Qingsong with some information, such as the two factions that fought before. After listening, Han Qingsong was silent for a moment, fighting with the sky and the earth is not as good as fighting with people. But in fact, almost all the struggles in this world can be attributed to the struggle between people.

At dawn, Han Qingsong finally found what he needed on a document.

Although the documents of several brigade groups of Qingshi Commune regarding the application for distribution of rations were rejected, the summary report on the final instructions for re-sale of grains and rations contained the sentence "All communes and brigades in X County have completed the distribution of rations and the ban on re-sales."

The big red seals of the county government and county party committees above are clearly stamped, which is not bad. don't know who made the move. Some people may be uneasy and cheating quietly. Some people may not bear that the brigade gets involved. Anyway, they left such a document.

For the past ten years, it has been lying in a dusty document and no one cares about it, causing one-third of the brigade of the Bluestone Commune to suffer for ten years in vain.

Han Qingsong patted the document on the table, Luo Haicheng and Liu Jianyun hurriedly looked at them, and their eyes were red with excitement—or maybe it was difficult. Having this document means that the Korean Bureau does not need to resign and take risks, nor does it need to threaten anyone.

"The Korean game, the eyes are sharp!" Liu Jianyun admired it very much, no wonder they all said that the Korean game had scary eyes, and the document was also scared, so he had to run to him and show his face.

Han Qingsong: "Show this to the Revolutionary Committee. I'll go to sleep."

Luo Haicheng hugged him well, but he didn't dare to lose it. After losing him a hundred times, he couldn't redeem him.

With this conclusive document, there is nothing to argue about later. Although it is a word game, it is a summary report of the final instructions. It can overturn the previous rejected documents. It is considered that there is an approval document. It may be accidentally lost. This is embarrassing, and no one will be annoyed by it.

Everyone is happy.

Next, discuss the guilt of Tan Zhaoxiang and Yu Kang-Japanese and others.

Deputy Bureau Li: "Director Tan also performs official duties, that's right."

Gao Weidong: "In the anti-Japanese war, I also asked for life for the people, that's right."

Deputy Bureau Li's paws were swollen, and finally screamed, "Wang Dashun and Wang Ershun who are looting food in Dawangzhuang are going to kill!"

Gao Weidong had no objection. Although they wanted food rations for the same reason as Yu Kang Riyu, Yu Kang only hid their village rations, but Dawangzhuang went directly to the commune's grain control office to grab them.

The nature is completely different. It is not wrong to be shot. If you do not shoot, someone will try to rob them in the future? That's okay?

Han Qingsong said he slept for a while, but only squinted for more than half an hour.

Luo Haicheng asked Han Qingyun to guard his door, and when he woke up, he would report to Han Qingsong about the meeting.

Therefore, Han Qingsong knew for the first time that the Revolutionary Committee had tacitly killed several members of the food grabbing community in Dawangzhuang. He washed his face, put on a public security hat and strode to the conference room.

"I would like to ask for careful consideration. If the Wang Dashun brothers were shot, Tan Zhaoxiang and Wang Jiankang should be shot."

Wang Jiankang is the secretary of Dawangjiazhuang. He handed in all the grain early this year, but the re-sale grain and relief grain were not distributed. As a result, the members were pressed into a hurry. Some people went to the grain control office in the middle of the night.

The members should not be shot just because they robbed the food. It should be considered why they robbed the food. If it weren't for the distribution of rations that weren't in accordance with the normal regulations, there would be no grabbing for food now. Since those who were not responsible at the time do not need to be punished, why should those who rob food for this reason be shot?

As long as there is a bite of grain that survives hunger, no one will grab the grain, and you will know if you look at Xiaojiacun.

Wang Jiankang did not have the courage to resist the Japanese, blindly pleased the commune cadres, and what is even more hateful is that he even deducted the few re-sale grains and relief grains.

It was another time to slap the table and scream, but no matter how Li Deputy Bureau jumped or scolded, Han Qingsong looked cold, not angry or flinching, and finally Li Deputy Bureau was discouraged.

He pulled his hair and said annoyed: "I am for me? I am for everyone!"

In his opinion, if you want to sit securely, you have to work with the members and the cadres together.

But he seems to have forgotten that the cadres come from the members, and everyone is one, not hostile.

In the end, under Han Qingsong’s rational struggle, Wang Jiankang, the secretary of the Dawang’s family branch, was expelled from the party and sentenced to life. The secretary of the brigade and the brothers Wang Dashun and Wang Ershun were sentenced to life.

Just when Deputy Bureau Li felt that the matter was over, Han Qingsong said, "We should thoroughly investigate the Qingshi Commune and the public grain and rebate grain accounts of each brigade."

Naturally, there are accounts to check on the annual rations and surplus grains sold by the Bluestone Commune, and the amount of grain rebates. Even if there are false accounts, the members can count as much as they get, so they can't be faked. One can find out how much the commune was greedy and how much the brigade cadres deducted, and no one who should be punished could escape.

Tan Zhaoxiang, who was next door, immediately fainted when he heard it.

The Revolutionary Committee passed a resolution on checking accounts and distributing rations, and set up a check group, headed by the Minister of Agriculture, leading the staff to check all accounts. At the same time, the distribution of rations for several brigades and the amount of public rations paid were re-approved. Not only would this year's rations be returned to those brigades, but also the previous compensation. The compensation method is to pay a lower proportion of public food every year until the compensation is equalized.

After hearing this news, Yu was so crying that he knelt on the ground and kept thanking the party and government.

In the end, Deputy Bureau Li's disciplinary action against Tan Zhaoxiang and the Anti-Japanese War quarreled with the Revolutionary Committee. At first, he had to kill in the Anti-Japanese War. Later, he said that Tan Zhaoxiang could not kill if he did not kill in the Anti-Japanese War.

Even if there is a discrepancy between the rations of Bluestone Commune and the number of rebates, how much can Tan Zhaoxiang eat? After all, many people have benefited from top to bottom.

The Revolutionary Committee voted to record a warning in the Anti-Japanese Party, Dai Sin will continue to serve as the secretary of the brigade, and Tan Zhaoxiang's warning in the party to be downgraded and transferred from Qingshi Commune.

As for the "lost" pot of documents ten years ago, it was carried by the students and workers who caused disturbances during the Cultural Revolution. At that time, it was possible that the documents were destroyed.

Although the result was not satisfactory, Han Qingsong's goal was achieved.

After all, he was able to protect Yu from the Anti-Japanese War and give the rations to the Bluestone Commune to be down. He didn't have to resign, which was really unexpected.

The county calls to Shanshui Commune, Shanshui Farm, and Bluestone Commune, and all parties acted immediately.

The county working group also hurriedly went to the countryside to take over and arrange the follow-up work of the Qingshi Commune, reissue rations, and so on.

Han Qingsong went to the meeting first after eating, and was impatient and stayed a lot. Anyway, the truth became clear and nothing happened to him. He first went to the logistics department to collect diesel fuel for the motorcycle. He could only give 30 catties, but he asked for 60 catties in a daze.

The logistics minister was about to cry, but Han Qingsong glared at him, and he obediently signed the order.

After receiving the diesel, Han Qingsong gave the other follow-up work to his subordinates, and he drove home by himself.

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Yu Kucai is so happy, he has never been so happy since he was a child!

"Father, mother, hurry up, the brigade is divided into rations!

"I'm ten years old this year, can I divide more than two hundred catties? Dad and mother can divide nearly four hundred catties, haha, great, great!

"I just said that it was the fairy sister who came to give us food. You don't mean to say that they are fools, and use Wowotou for stones."

Yu Kucai's mother wrapped a torn quilt in the house and fastened it tightly with hemp to prevent it from falling off. She really didn't have any clothes to cover her body.

She was also very happy, "Mother is wrong, wrong, that's a fairy, it's a fairy. Give us food."

Although Yu Kucai's father didn't speak, his eyes were red. He carried the tattered basket at home, and Yu Kucai was holding a duster. Because there is no decent household items, they have to go home fortune at once.

The neighbors also came out one after another, and the old ladies who were barely clothed all washed themselves, some wrapped in torn sheets, and some in vacuum clothes, as long as they could cover their bodies, to come out to see the grand occasion.

"It's divided into rations, divided into rations!"

"Chairman m and the party haven't forgotten us!"

At this time someone shouted: "You don't have to take it yourself!"

Public security personnel from the county, commune, and Shanshui commune supervised the accountant and security officer of the brigade and drove the only ox cart in the village to share food rations from house to house.

All the members of the village came out of their homes and stood on the street waiting for the ox cart to deliver food rations to their homes. Tears rushed into their eyes and they cried silently.

"Finally there is a ration!"

The children like Yu Kucai are the happiest and least burdened, and they still have the thought to laugh.

A boy smiled and said, "Dawangjiazhuang transported grain from the commune to give them rations. Many people in their village welcomed them to the main road outside the village, and they were all crying on the ground with joy!"

Yu Kucai: "I want to cry on the ground too, I'm happy!"

When the food was distributed, he started to cook and eat happily. Before he could grind it, he boiled it slowly with water bubbles on a low fire, and boiled a wheat meal.

"After dividing the rations and eating, go to the ground. The grass in that stick field is growing taller."

"Yes, yes, go after dinner."

The staff above, never thought that eating is such an exciting and beautiful word.

Everyone eats every day. Although there is no meal of big fish and meat, you can eat it anyway. You can't eat the white noodles. You can still eat the mixed noodle wowotou pancakes.

It can be seen that the members of Xiaojiacun, being able to eat properly at their own home, is already a kind of happiness.

Secretary Cao has been helping Chen Gongan. He was not willing to come, thinking that he was a propagandist and not a coolie. But when he came, when he distributed the food to the members, he was so excited that he thanked them and saw the light bursting from their eyes, he suddenly had a new understanding.

It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before.

He felt that this was what Dad and the revolutionary martyrs wanted to protect and fight for.

Suddenly, he was full of enthusiasm, no longer complained, and took the initiative to help the weakened members to put the wheat into the house.

Looking at the dilapidated house of the members, the house was empty on all sides, he felt that his father had sacrificed, but the government and the brigade took care of him very well, much better than these people. He should be grateful, not dissatisfied and want more.

When it was Kucai's turn, she was not in a hurry to get the grain, but chased Secretary Cao and asked, "Uncle, where is Sister Lin? Why didn't she come? Let's find a stone for her."

Officer Cao was startled, Uncle? Sister Lin?

Yu Kucai: "Is she busy? Why doesn't she come if we have food? I let her come to my house to eat. If we don't give Wowotou, we will also find rocks for her."

Gu Gu's heart was sour and swollen, "Gu Gu Lin is busy with her work."

Yu Kucai smiled happily: "You help me say hello to Sister Lin, let her be busy, and wait until I gather up a stone and carry a ration to see her."

She spoke the words rations very hard, full of pride and gratitude.

Officer Cao nodded, "Okay, I'll tell her."

Yu Kucai sang the song that she ran away and ran away.

Secretary Cao said that Lin Lan is busy, of course she is busy, busy at work and at home.

But she is not in a hurry. No matter what she does, she always wants to find a way to maximize efficiency. For example, she is responsible for criticizing the movement of Lin and Confucius, and she has changed to criticize the bad habits of feudalism. Although this matter was her credit, she won't be alone in giving her a positive score in the future, she won the Propaganda Office and the Communications Office and let them participate together.

With their help, and then mobilize the brigade propagandists, Shanshui Commune's propaganda will be much easier. She only needs to control the overall situation.

So she first took a trip to the commune, or to a certain brigade, and then she could move around freely.

She is knitting sweaters these days!

Lin Lan wanted to knit a sweater for Sanwang, but because she was too busy, she couldn't find the time to knit. Fortunately, Mai Sui also helps her weave. The little girl has bright eyes and quick hands. Sometimes she can weave a lot while listening to the radio. Now that I've been knitting halfway through, Lin Lan wants to knit and send it to Sanwang as soon as possible, so that can wear it in autumn and early winter. Wearing the old mother's sweater, the third brother can also feel her love, so as not to miss home.

She wanted to go home to knit sweaters and cook food when she was working in the public office. As soon as she was pushing her bicycle to go, she heard the female correspondent yelling: "Guo Lin, phone, Gu Gu, phone!"

At this time, the sound of the loudspeaker was so bad that Lin Lan shuddered and almost fell to the ground. Originally, I felt a little frustrated when I went home to knit a sweater, but I thought I was caught.

She got out of the car and ran to the communication group, "Wang Fang, where's the phone?"

Wang Fang smiled very excitedly, "Provincial City, Officer Lin is coming soon, our son is calling!"

Lin Lan: We? ...I will treat you as a joke to me.

She stepped forward in three steps and did two steps, grabbing the microphone, "Er, I miss you!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and a calm man's voice came, "Comrade Lin Lan?"

Lin Lan:............

She stiffened her back subconsciously and glanced at Wang Fang.

The microphone was not sealed and the sound was leaking. Wang Fang naturally heard it, and smiled apologetically. It was indeed a child who just held the microphone and shouted: "Mother, I miss you!"

Lin Lan immediately started chatting with people in official Mandarin, and the call was turned out to be the swimming coach of the Capital National Swimming Team, whose surname was Bian. He said that Sanwang's quality is very good. Although he is still a little young, he wants to take it to the Asian Games to exercise.

Lin Lan was a little dazed with the microphone, and understood every word, but some of them didn't understand what was going on.

"Teacher, coach, what are you talking about?"

Coach Bian smiled lightly and said patiently: "Student Han Wangmin has a solid swimming score. I want to take him abroad to participate in the Asian Games."

Damn! Lin Lan made a clatter in her heart, she was so excited, blood rushed up her head, her body was trembling slightly. However, the voice stabilized, and after deliberately converging in order not to be ashamed, it seemed particularly calm.

She said: "Coach Bian, thank you very much for your appreciation. This is an opportunity for our Sanwang. You are his Bole. That's"

She paused, and the people over there were a little nervous and could hear her breathing.

Isn't she letting it go?

Lin Lan continued: "Coach Bian, our Sanwang is young and we are a little confused when we are young, and we are not very good at taking care of ourselves. Coach, you must be optimistic about him, don't let him get lost when you go abroad."

Coach Bian laughed, "Comrade Lin Lan, don't worry about this. We have dedicated staff to follow along with translators."

Of course Lin Lan knows, but he still has to ask, and if he asks someone else's coach, it will be more distracting.

Coach Bian said: "This time I called and communicated with my parents and got your consent. For the follow-up allowances and food stamps, the provincial sports school supervisor will contact the parents, please rest assured. Because Han Wangmin is really excellent, so we I plan to give him allowances and food stamps as rewards. This way he will have 56 yuan a month and 34 catties of food stamps..."

Although there were a lot of money and food stamps, Lin Lan was not excited.

She was still wondering in her heart that I let my son go swimming because he likes it and not for the purpose of earning allowance. With such a precious opportunity to make a phone call, why don't you let my son talk to me? Don't talk about it!

After finally waiting for Coach Bian to say the same, Lin Lan took the time to say: "Coach, is Sanwang here?"

Coach Bian asked her to wait.

Lin Lan listened with her ears upright, but there was no movement on the phone, she was probably covered.

Soon, the microphone was picked up, and there was Sanwang's unreserved panting, "Mother, I miss you!!!"

Lin Lan's ears buzzed, she pressed her ears, "Son, keep your voice down."

Sanwang immediately used a very small voice, "Mother, I know, you tell me quietly, I tell you quietly, they can't hear me."

Listening to her son's voice in the underground party joint, Lin Lan:............what is going on?

Lin Lan: "Son, you go to the provincial capital now, eat well, sleep well..."

"Mother, I eat well. You have to eat well at home." Sanwang's voice brought tears.

Lin Lan: "My mother is okay, I have eaten well three meals a day. You should pay attention to safety when you sleep, and don't sleep on the upper bunk when you sleep."

"Mother, I'm sleeping well and can't fall off." Sanwang whispered, "Mother, my allowances and food stamps are all up now. We can eat and pay, I will send back the allowances and food stamps, you remember to get them. .56 yuan, 34 catties of food stamps, you can remember not to be secretly deducted."

Lin Lan smiled and said, "Your father belongs to the Public Security Bureau. Who dares. You have to go to the capital to leave the country. You don't need to give it to your mother. You can take it. Go to the capital and buy something. Don't lose it to yourself. "

Sanwang was already sobbing.

Lin Lan thought he was homesick, and quickly comforted him, "When are you going to the capital? My mother will knit a sweater for you, and I will send it to the provincial capital after these two days."

Sanwang: "Mother, don't knit, it's weird, we all send out clothes."

Lin Lan: "The knitting is done, so I just need to stitch it. Others who are knitting for you can't wear it. The size is not appropriate."

Of course Lin Lan was embarrassed to say that only half of the knitting was done. Sure enough, she said that after weaving, it was only for him. Sanwang agreed.

He asked for the address and read it back to Lin Lan, especially the postal code cannot be wrong.

"Mother, you must be full, and you must not be hungry."

Lin Lan was crying while listening to Sanwang on the phone, and she couldn't help herself, "My mother misses you too, go to the capital to train well, don't forget about home. Take care of yourself when you go abroad, and find a coach if you have things to do. Don't be messy. Take a stroll. Foreigners have language problems, try to follow the translation as much as possible..."

At this time, there began to urge Sanwang.

Coach Bian gave him a gesture, saying that the time is almost the same and he needs to go through the formalities.

Sanwang nodded, and then whispered to Lin Lan: "Mother, I will send you a *** at that time."

Lin Lan thinks that it should be a *** photo, "Good son, my mother likes it." At this time, all of them are proud of having been to ***.

"Mother, eat well and buy some meat" I hung up before saying this.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Lan was a little melancholy, but thinking about her son being able to go to the capital and participate in the Asian Games at a young age, she was a bit unreal. Is San Donkey so powerful? But think about it, he was really good in his previous life. Although he didn't calculate it by table, he was not worse than a professional athlete.

Little brother is awesome!

Lin Lan encouraged herself, and by then, the Asian Games will not know if it can be broadcast to China.

Oops, she has to go home and knit a sweater quickly. She must finish knitting in these two days and send it out tomorrow. When the time comes, she will take care of the relationship and send it out at the County Revolutionary Committee, which is much faster than ordinary parcels. It should be possible to arrive in at most two days by train.

She didn’t care about anything else, and hurried out by bike, thinking that she was busy with work these days and didn’t cook well for the children. Han Qingsong didn’t know what was going on in the county, so she went to the supply and marketing agency and the slaughter team to buy some Meat.

The third son asked her to buy some meat, this child! But she was happy to talk to him on the phone, and he was also happy to go to the Asian Games home.

Therefore, buying meat to celebrate is a must.

On the other side of the phone, at the office of the Revolutionary Committee of the Provincial Sports School, Sanwang was crying.

"My mother loves me. I can't afford to eat at home and she knits a sweater for me. I have to swim well and come back with my grades."

Coach Bian didn't understand the situation. He really thought that Sanwang's family was too poor to open the pot. He knew that Sanwang's father was the director of the commune public security bureau.

What a good cadre!

"Sanwang, come on. This time you choose, the allowance and food stamp will not change, but will only increase. If you win, there will be rewards."

Sanwang shed a tear, "Coach, I will come on, don't worry!" His blood is about to burn!

Coach Bian asked him to clean up, "We are going to the capital to meet up, and we will go to Tehran for almost a month of training."

"Leave today?" Sanwang was a little dazed, "My mother wants to send me a sweater, my mother is reluctant to eat or wear the sweater that I saved."

Coach Bian: "It's okay. Let's go first. When your sweater arrives, let Mr. Chu take the sweater to the capital." They have to let Chu Yunfeng go to the capital for a period of time, which will help the new coach and Sanwang run-in.

Sanwang was relieved, "Thank you, coach, you are such a good person. Can you send me an *** home in the capital? I want to send one to my mother."

Coach Bian laughed and said: "Yes, you can take a photo with ***."

Sanwang whispered in his heart, I don't know when to take a photo with Chairman m, so that my mother will be happy.

Originally, he was a little sad because he was homesick and didn't want to go to the capital or foreign countries. At the moment, he was beaten up, and he wanted to go to the Asian Games to see what it was like.

Coach Bian really likes this simple child. He looks big and smart, and he looks smart and confused. But in any case, this child made him feel real and sincere, his eyes were sincere and clear, and the whole person was sincere from the inside out.

he likes.

Coach Bian was very excited to find such a swimming seedling. After all, domestic swimmers are not good enough today, and they are not competitive internationally. So when heard that there was a flying fish player in D province, Coach Bian was very curious and contacted the provincial sports school to find out the news.

In fact, he only wanted to meet his children to see if he had any potential. After looking at Sanwang's training and game records, and then looking at the scene, Coach Bian immediately decided to ask him. Not only took him to meet the world, but really took him to participate in the Asian Games.

The number and events of the national team have been reported a while ago, and then a specific list of athletes will be determined about a month before the game. He decided to concentrate on training Sanwang during this time, use his results to talk to the General Administration of Sports, brush off other athletes, and take Sanwang to participate!

Even if you can't win the prize this time, you can increase your experience and lay the foundation for future competitions. He believes that this child has great potential to be tapped and can win glory for the country.

In the evening, the coach led Sanwang to sit in the express sleeper. In order to prevent him from falling out of sleep, coach Bian specially asked him to sleep underneath. Once Sanwang decides to go, he gets on the bus after dinner, and sleeps when he gets on the bus, without worrying at all.

Sleep soundly!

Coach Bian looked kindly from the side. This kid is really amazing. He is so capable when he is only 11 years old. His parents are also great, educating their children so well. Then I heard Sanwang muttering: "Sauce-boiled elbow, crystal elbow, roasted hoof, roasted whole lamb... Mumble, come... eat quickly, eat whatever you like... Brother Xiaowang, mother, father, eldest brother, sister, two elder brother……"

Coach Bian:...

This child is so filial that he can't forget his parents when he dreams of eating.

What a good boy!

When Sanwang woke up, it was bright, and it happened to be in Beijing. Coach Bian led him, and he had already called and asked to arrange a car to pick them up.

Sanwang sat on the jeep without closing his mouth. Not only the big jeep, but also the wide, clean streets, the rows of beautiful trees, and the clumps of beautiful flowers. . Not only did he poked his head out, he was about to hang out.

Coach Bian pulled him back to prevent him from falling out.

"Sanwang, pay attention to safety in the car, it will scratch your head." Coach Bian pointed to the tree by the roadside.

Sanwang immediately took his head back obediently to avoid accidents.

Coach Bian talked to the driver, "Master Du, let's go around the ***."

Their license plates are also considered internal license plates, and it's okay to take a look around from there.

When he walked around, Sanwang saw it from a long distance, and jumped up with excitement, "Door, door, door..."

Fortunately, Coach Bian grabbed his head in time, or he could jump onto the carport and knock his head with that energy.

This child, this is Grandma Liu who has entered the Grand View Garden.

Sanwang: "Wow~~*** is really the door!"

Coach Bian smiled and said, "Then what did you think it was?" It should be in the newspaper.

Sanwang: "I thought... it was a mountain."

Hahaha, even the driver couldn't help laughing at this moment.

When Sanwang first heard of *** when he was a child, the first reaction in his mind: *** is a door in the sky.

Only the mountain is as high as the sky, so *** should be the mountain. He was preconceived, even if he had seen pictures of *** in the newspaper many times since then, he did not think it was ***.

Sanwang followed Coach Bian into the capital without closing his mouth, until he arrived at the Training Bureau compound of the State Sports General Administration on Tiyuguan Road, Dongcheng District, where he was still a little confused.

The Beijing Gymnasium was established in 1955. After completion, this road was changed to Gymnasium Road.

"Coach, am I in the capital?"

Coach Bian smiled and said: "Yes, this is the General Administration of Sports, established in 1951, and it is very old."

Sanwang looked at it, and there were two armed green armed policemen standing guard on either side of the large iron gate with guns in their hands!

Inside the big iron gate are towers of tube towers, four stories high, all with large pointed roofs, which look like their own roofs, and they are kind of kind.

Coach Bian helped him carry the few luggages. Sanwang carried his schoolbag, and for the first time followed Coach Bian in a cautious manner. The previous *** turned out to be a joke of the door, now he was cautious, not talking nonsense, so as not to be laughed at.

Even if you say that you have to be familiar with it!

Coach Bian knew that when a child came to a big place like the capital for the first time, he must be a little nervous. He encouraged Sanwang: "The training task is tight. Let you familiarize yourself with the compound today and deal with the relationship between grain and oil. I will start to engage in intense training tomorrow. We will show you the capital when we come back from the Asian Games."

Sanwang nodded: "Okay."

His expression was a little serious, but he couldn't help looking around.

Coach Bian told him that the compound is divided into two parts, the east yard is the training area, the west yard is the residential area, and there is a dining hall in the compound.

"The swimming pools in the Capital Gymnasium are much larger than those in your district sports school, and larger than those in the province. Moreover, they are indoors, so you are not afraid of rain or snow."

Sanwang was immediately aroused, and he couldn't wait to swim twice at once.

"First take you to the cafeteria for dinner, and after dinner to the dormitory, you rest and I will do the grain and oil relations for you." Coach Bian is very patient and considerate because he is a child.

Sanwang nodded.

He has lived in a regional sports school for a year, and he has also been to provincial capitals, so he is not a silly boy who has never seen the world. But when he was in school, he went to competitions every day instead of training, and then he went to the radio station. He really didn't have much time to hang out.

The capital is naturally larger and more prosperous than those places.

They went to the cafeteria first. What a big cafeteria, I am afraid that it might not be bigger than the barley field in their village. If it weren't for so many tables and benches, it would be just right to dry the grain. There was no soil on the concrete floor, so it would save the pressure.

At this time, before the noon restaurant, Coach Bian went to start a small stove for him.

White noodle steamed buns, steamed buns, sugar fired, siu mai, steamed dumplings, thin steamed cakes, and side dishes, and a big bowl of tomato and egg lump soup.

Sanwang looked at a table to eat, although the quantity of each one was not many, but there were several, which was too rich.

Coach Bian also went to bring a plate of stinky tofu, and said with a smile: "Can you eat it?"

Sanwang's stinky hair almost bristled, "Coach, your fermented bean curd is broken."

Coach Bian laughed, "This is stinky tofu, it's not broken."

Sanwang: "If it smells bad, isn't it broken?"

Coach Bian: …Is it broken?

He broke a steamed bun, picked up a piece of stinky tofu and put it in, took a big bite, and let out a sigh of contentment.

Sanwang: "!!!" Do you still eat if it smells? How can the capital be better than us...no, they eat well, they have steamed buns.

He picked up a candy fire, thought it was good, and took it back and bought it for his mother. Eat another siu mai, not bad, write it down, tasted it all, it was delicious!

Except for stinky tofu.

Coach Bian smiled and said, "There is roast duck in the evening, and roast duck in dough rolls."

Sanwang glanced at the cake on the table, picked it up, and looked at it. It's not as good as my mother, but the roast duck is looking forward to it.

He nodded, "Thank you, coach, for taking me to eat delicious food."

Sanwang's appetite is not small, and in the end he can drink a bowl of pimple soup, and the cafeteria chef also puts on a large plate of watermelon.

"Come all the way, but it's hard work, hot, come and eat watermelon."

Dark green skin, bright red sand, and pitch-black seeds are strangely sweet to look at.

Sanwang smiled: "Thank you, master."

The chef thought the kid was weirdly interesting. There was a white crescent scar on his forehead, and his skin was tanned with charcoal. He looked like a little patron, "Eat, there is not enough to be left behind."

The chef always likes to watch people who eat delicious food, this is the best compliment to his cooking skills.

After eating, Coach Bian led Sanwang to the dormitory.

They went to the Athlete Building, which is also a typical tube building. It was built in the 1950s. The windows on the four floors were not large. The stairs went up to a narrow and long corridor with small rooms on both sides. Each room is six to ten square meters, and two to ten people live in it. There are lights in the corridor, but it is very dim, and you can see the road clearly. There are some messes on both sides of the aisle, and you have to take an S-shaped curve to pass.

Coach Bian smiled and said: "I will arrange a sunny room for you. We have heating here, and it will be warm in winter."

The rooms have been arranged long ago, and Coach Bian has also considered that Sanwang was not arranged in the big room where the swimmers were concentrated, but in the small mixed room.

Track and field, diving, table tennis, basketball and other athletes also live together in the dormitory.

Coach Bian arranged a four-person dormitory.

Coach Bian had already talked to Sanwang about the situation on the way, and taught him how to greet his roommates, how to get along with him, and so on. The athletes here are much older than their sports school, and the natural way to get along is different.

Sanwang muttered in his heart: Hello, I am an athlete from D province, and my name is Han Wangmin.

As the coach Bian pushed the door open, he saw a table with a pair of legs growing underneath the sky, and two people sitting on the table. He became nervous and blurted out: "Hello, I'm from Sanwang." athlete……"