Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Han Qianyue stood up excitedly and paced around the room. If the first production team was successfully established, her achievement would be so outstanding that it would even reach the head of the State Council.

Since November 58, there have been production teams in Zhejiang and Jiangsu. The first worker-peasant production team is not the first, but where is this? This is the capital,

No matter what policy it is, it will be implemented in Beijing after successful pilot projects in other places. Beijing cannot tolerate any mistakes, otherwise it will be an international incident. However, if it achieves results, the credit will be great.

Dabao's series of heavy punches were completely in line with her work. She and her family's Lao Wang must accept this favor.

"Dabao, your uncle Wang brought back a box of Moutai before the New Year. He said it was 35 years old. Come to my house and bring it to you one day."

Dabao was shocked. Holy crap! 35-year-old Moutai? Lai Mao? The most expensive liquor in China, the highest auction price for a bottle was 1070 million yuan. And, a whole case? Six bottles? Over million yuan? Isn't this a big deal?

Dabao immediately turned into a little pug: "Oh, that's great, Auntie, wait a minute, I'll go and pick out two more snacks for you."

Han Qianyue was stunned for a moment. She was also a wine lover, but she didn't like the aroma of Moutai very much. Relatively speaking, she preferred Fenjiu.

However, seeing Dabao so happy, she became more determined to give all the Moutai stored at home to Dabao.

"Stop cooking..." Then her eyes widened as Dabao took out a cloth bag from under the bed. When he opened it, there were a dozen tomatoes and five or six cucumbers with flowers and thorns on them.

In this lean season, it is even more rare to have such fresh vegetables than meat.

Han Qianyue didn't doubt the origin of these vegetables. Where was this? Sijiqing Commune, this is the vegetable basket of the people in Beijing, it's normal to get some green vegetables.

Dabao put two bibs on the little girls. These were made by Liu Guifang. The main reason was that the two little girls ate meat every day and got covered in grease after eating, so the two bibs were made from old clothes.

I washed two tomatoes, one for Yuyun and one for Yuxue.

Han Qianyue smiled and shook her head: "These two little girls are lucky to have met you." She then thought of the little prodigal son in her family.

I haven't been home for several days. To be honest, I really miss it. Fortunately, there is a nanny at home, so the father and son will not starve to death.

Dabao went to the kitchen with the bag. Zuo Mingyue and Daya were serving the dishes. Yuxiu went to deliver food to Xiaonian and the others. Sun Youfu said that he would not come to the police station to eat no matter what. It was really embarrassing. Xiaonian and Runyue had no choice but to accompany their father to eat in the health center.

Dabao washed the tomatoes and cucumbers. The fragrance made Zuo Mingyue and Daya very greedy. Dabao handed them a cucumber.

Zuo Mingyue cut the cucumber into three parts, she, Daya and Liu Guifang each took one part.

Dabao didn't make any complicated dishes, he just cut up some tomatoes and sprinkled some sugar on them. This is a girl's favorite. Zuo Mingyue and Daya couldn't help but secretly eat two pieces.

I chopped a cucumber, left a portion for the kitchen, and brought the rest to the office.

Daya has been eating with Junior Master and the others and has gained weight in the past few days.

Today, Liu Guifang made braised lamb for Zuo Mingyue. Dabao was too busy and had no time to cook for Zuo Mingyue. Liu Guifang was thoughtful and always cooked for Zuo Mingyue in a separate pot.

The dishes were quite rich, with two cans of beef filling a large plate. There were no unscrupulous businessmen at that time, as they were all state-owned enterprises. When making canned beef, they would almost stuff the entire cow into a small iron box.

Canned apples, two cold dishes, a large plate of braised lamb, and half a basin of steamed buns. With the current food standards, even department-level leaders can't afford it.

Such a delicious dish must be enjoyed with a sip. Zuo Mingyue took out a bottle of Moutai from the cabinet with familiarity. Han Qianyue was happy. It was just right for her to drink something to relieve her fatigue.

Several people ate and chatted, and Dabao was also responsible for taking care of the two little girls.

At this time, chatting is inseparable from work.

"Dabao." Han Qianyue drank a glass of wine. The glass was small, only five cents each.

"Tell me, how many positions are necessary in the production team now?"

Dabao wiped the two little girls' mouths and said, "Team leader and branch secretary, accountant, custodian, militia platoon leader and women's director. These are necessary."

"What about the production team?"

"The production team is the foundation. The cadres here are not off-duty. The team leader is responsible for leading the team members to engage in production labor and complete the various tasks assigned by the brigade to the team. The team leader and the members go to the farmland to participate in labor and play an exemplary leading role. Only when the team leader takes the lead can the members have a sense of direction.

The work enthusiasm of all team members depends on the type of team leader who leads them.

The team accountant is responsible for recording the work points of team members, distributing dividends to the production team, and settling income and expenditure. All accounting matters will be settled in the team office. If there is no job, he will go to the fields and work with the members.

Finally, there is the custodian, who is responsible for the safekeeping of the production team's warehouse property and is in charge of the keys.

"Is the production team so important?"

Dabao smiled and said, "Auntie, as the saying goes, when the granaries are full, people will have a sense of shame. For society to develop into a civilized society, only when everyone has work to do, a house to live in, clothes to wear, and food to eat can everyone have a job.

This production team is the smallest organizational unit that ensures farmers have enough food to eat. Do you think it is important?

Han Qianyue nodded: "We have drawn up a list of team leaders. Will you give them some advice?"

Dabao stretched himself and said, "I won't get involved in the discussion. In fact, the first batch of production team cadres are all temporary, and no one knows who is suitable.

However, supervision is the most important thing. Let the commune cadres go down to the village and observe, and report any problems in time. Only by the end of this year can the cadre be truly decided.

However, I have two suggestions. First, when choosing the branch secretary, we should either select some old party members with high moral character or veterans, because these two types of people are the most fair and have higher prestige among the members.

Also, regarding the selection of team leaders, we shouldn't have a lifetime or hereditary system, as this will only breed a new generation of families."

Dabao knew that in his past life, the production team's big pot meal system would eventually die out, but in the past few decades, problems have emerged one after another, especially after the educated youth went to the countryside, there are more contradictions. There is no way to avoid this. Where there are people, there are all kinds of problems.

Han Qianyue understood what Dabao meant, and she wrote it all down in a small notebook.

Things were starting to look better, and Han Qianyue felt a lot more relaxed. She started drinking with Zuo Mingyue, and Daya also drank two glasses. The little girl couldn't hold her liquor well, and she got a little tipsy after just two glasses.

"Daya, I'm going back to the city tomorrow to take Grandma Sun to see a doctor. I'll take you back with me. You can go home and see her, and come back by yourself in the evening."

When Daya heard this, she was happy and quickly nodded to thank her uncle.

After dinner, it was almost dark when Sun Qian and Liu Xiangmei came back...

At the same time, a big drama is being staged in the capital. Although the protagonist of this drama is not Dabao, he has a close relationship with him.

On the north bank of Tongzi River in Beijing, west of Jingshan Mountain and east of Beihai Lake, there is a group of magnificent and exquisite buildings.

The main gate is a scroll-shaped glazed door with a base of blue-white stone. There are white marble railings on the left and right of the middle gate. This is the famous Dagaoxuan Hall in the capital. People in the old city call it the Three Gates.

In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Sanzuomen was a Taoist temple of high standards, but now it is the headquarters of the military office.

The Military Office has seven service offices with nearly a thousand staff members. The four headquarters are also located here. Not counting the security forces, there are more than 3,000 civilian staff members. The organization is extremely large and heavily guarded, with a guard post almost every five steps.

At this time, it was almost dusk when a black GAZ-110 sedan glided silently into the military compound and stopped in front of a house.

The car door opened, and Mr. Lu and his secretary got out. A young man in military uniform with the rank of colonel came up to them and saluted.

"Commander Lu, you have worked hard on your journey. The boss is waiting for you."

After returning the greeting, Mr. Lu took the briefcase from the secretary and followed the young man into the door...