Whether it is a script for opera or a story for a story, it cannot be taken out in a short while; Chen Jialuo has a lot of stories in his belly, but it would be too much to let a leader do these things. Luo Bing found a few young people with experience and cleverness in this area from the meeting, held a small meeting, and roughly told his requirements and story ideas, and they had to complete the rest of the work. +, I saw many teammates from the propaganda department in later generations, Chen Jialuo hoped to discover some available talents from these people. This work was to be the first test!

"Ye, what are you embroidering?" Today Huo Qingtong was still helping to train the navy. As soon as Chen Jialuo entered Li Yuanzhi's courtyard, he found that she was hiding something behind her back.

Li Yuanzhi changed her cheerfulness in the past and was squeamish for a long time before she showed the thing to Chen Jialuo. Chen Jialuo just took a look and then burst into laughter, "I said Yuanzhi, are you going to do this so early?"

Li Yuanzhi blushed and snatched the half-embedded cradle back, "My mother said before leaving, I have either read and read or been naughty in the past ten years, and I have never learned to be a girl. I told me to practice more if I have time!"

"Oh, I'm sad; Yuanzhi's first piece of clothing was not sewn for me. He disliked me before his son was born!" Chen Jialuo teased him pretending to be sad.

"I'm just starting to learn this! Children's clothes are smaller and easier to make. I'll make them for you after I learn it!" Li Yuanzhi thought Chen Jialuo was really jealous, so she quickly argued.

Chen Jialuo pulled Li Yuanzhi's little hand and looked at the spotted pinhole and felt heartbroken, "Oh, if you can't do it well, don't do it; anyway, our family will not lack a lot of money to buy clothes, so just go buy it!"

"How can I do if my daughter doesn't have a girl's beauty? Sewing and weaving cloth, cooking and cooking are all things that women have. If they don't do well, others will make jokes!" Li Yuanzhi gently pulled her hand back, "You are hungry, I'll cook for you. What do you want to eat today?"

"What's wrong with not knowing this? No matter what others say, I'll just laugh at you!" Chen Jialuo was a little unhappy when he heard this. Li Yuanzhi still adhered to the concept of self-sufficiency in the small peasant economy in feudal society. She would never buy things that she could make on the market, and what he wanted was a commercial society that refined the social division of labor.

"I am not you, the one I am going to laugh at!" When I thought that Chen Jialuo had not eaten, Li Yuanzhi was unwilling to argue with him, "Today Kasli sent a fish, I will make you a Song Sao fish soup?"

"Son-Son Fish Sow?" Because Chen Jialuo was born in Zhejiang, Li Yuanzhi made mainly Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine at home. Chen Jialuo wanted to agree, but when he thought of what he wanted to do, he changed his mind. "Son-Son Fish Sow, Yuanzhi, you can eat it yourself. Today, I want to eat something special for my husband. Go find somewhere else to see if you can find it and then cook it like this and give it to me!"

"Ah? Brother Chen, what's wrong with you today? Could it be that you are sick? Is this a folk remedy given by someone else?" Li Yuanzhi was stunned when he heard this and kept asking.

"I'm fine. Just do as you do it, don't do it too much. Just do it at half of my daily life, and 30% of the meal! This is related to my next arrangement. Remember to do it according to the method I said!" After finally coaxing Li Yuanzhi, Chen Jialuo sat in the yard and waited for the meal to serve.

Smelling the smell from the kitchen, Chen Jialuo couldn't help but regret it secretly. What does this taste like! It smells so hard to sip! After half a stick of incense, Li Yuanzhi brought two bowls of dark food on a tray and put it in front of Chen Jialuo, "Brother Chen, are you really going to eat this?"

"Uh, didn't you say there is fish soup? By the way. I just said I'll eat it. Why did you make two bowls?" Chen Jialuo took it open with chopsticks and looked at it. Well, wheat bran and wild vegetable dumplings are almost the food that the people in Fuding Village are currently eating! It seems that even the British can't eat it!

"It will take a while for the fish soup!" Li Yuanzhi sat opposite Chen Jialuo, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a little and sent it to her mouth. She frowned and swallowed it in with her. "Mr. and wife should share the joys and sorrows, my husband, I should also eat these with you."

"Stop eating! Go and cook fish soup! You don't have to go to the countryside like me, why do you eat this?" Chen Jialuo snatched Li Yuanzhi's bowl without saying anything, and he was secretly complaining in his heart. He just said that he usually had 30% of the portion, and now 20% of the portion is 60%! He ate this today because he thought that he had been rich since childhood. If he went to the countryside, he would probably show disgust on the issue of eating, which would increase the already big gap between himself and the villagers. In order to avoid this problem, he planned to eat this from now until he went to the countryside.

The bitter food in his mouth was scraped through his throat, and the lack of oil and salt made it really difficult to swallow. The most bitter thing was that he could not swallow it whole, and he had to chew it slowly before swallowing it into his stomach. Don’t mention the taste of it! Alas, am I not taking it on my own? No, I will promote this to the training class tomorrow so that every student who wants to go to the countryside can eat it for three days. I can’t let me suffer alone!

While chewing carefully and swallowing slowly, Chen Jialuo was on guard against Li Yuanzhi coming to grab the things from his bowl, and facing the temptation of Song Sao's fish soup, Chen Jialuo's meal was the most uncomfortable meal in his life. After finally swallowing it all, Chen Jialuo directly picked up the fish soup and drank it in big mouthfuls.

"Brother, what are you thinking?" Li Yuanzhi, who came back from washing dishes, looked at Chen Jialuo who was sitting by the stone table.

"Oh, our people are so miserable!" Chen Jialuo has visited the countryside many times in his later generations. Except for a few old, young, poor and poor areas, most rural areas are not short of rice, flour and meat. Compared with the villagers in later generations, these people today eat less than beggars. This is certainly because of productivity, but there are also reasons why the court has excessively squeezed them.

"Fuding is much better now, at least this year I rarely hear people starving to death. When I was in Anxi, I could see bodies starving to death on the roadside almost every time I went out!" Li Yuanzhi came over and hugged him gently, "Brother, I believe that if you win the world, the people will always have a better life!"

What should I do if I win the world? Will I learn to build sweatshops like in the UK? Those workers’ lives may not be better than these farmers; the earth is so big that if you want the people of China to live a better life, then you can only make the people of other countries live a bad life! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!