Chapter 258 Blood-sucking Worms [Two in One]

noon.

Lu Yang shamelessly had a simple meal at the home of this new old man.

During the meal, the girl realized from the conversation between Lu Yang and his grandfather that Lu Yang was not there to collect debts, but to save the factory.

He immediately looked at Lu Yang differently.

He no longer gave me a cold look.

I got up and was about to go, and insisted on making one of my signature dishes to express my gratitude to this new big brother I had met.

Lu Yang also stood up quickly.

I originally wanted to say: No, no, the dishes on the table are pretty good, they are home-cooked meals, and they are my favorite.

But when his eyes swept over the dishes on the table.

Dish 1: Moldy tofu (a kind of fermented bean curd, made by letting the tofu grow moldy and white hairs, then adding chili peppers, sealing it and pickling it in a jar.)
Dish 2: Stir-fried black beans with chili peppers (cook the black beans, dry them, and place them in a sealed jar to marinate. When needed, open the lid of the jar and scoop out a few spoonfuls to stir-fry.)
Dish 3: Cold-mixed Houttuynia cordata (Wash fresh Houttuynia cordata and wrap it with chopped chili peppers and coriander. To those who like to eat it, it is fragrant, crisp and tasty. To those who don’t like to eat it, it is a bowl of shit, which smells worse than shit. This is because this thing has a scientific name, Houttuynia cordata. If ordinary people smell it, they will only feel that it is fishy and smelly, let alone muster up the courage to eat it.)
For a moment, Lu Yang's eyelids twitched.

At the same time, I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect or if this Houttuynia cordata really stinks.

A disgusting smell, like dead fish, rushed into his nostrils.

It's too much!

The first two dishes were okay and acceptable.

Dishes like fermented tofu and fried black bean curd with chili peppers are home-cooked dishes of the mountain people in southwestern Hunan, and they are often eaten with rice.

But what is the third dish?

This thing, whether in Zhao County or Baoqing City, is called Houttuynia cordata. No one calls it Houttuynia cordata. Houttuynia cordata is just its scientific name.

No one uses this thing to cook alone.

Generally, a little bit of it is added when mixing cold dishes. For example, in the famous stinky tofu, some Houttuynia cordata is added to neutralize its unique smell.

As for using this thing to make a separate cold dish.

To be honest, Lu Yang had often seen this thing on the Internet before his rebirth, and it was also Sichuan cuisine, not Hunan cuisine at all.

Who would be fine? You entertain guests at home and do this?

Girl, girl, are you doing this on purpose?

That's it.

"Okay, girl, take your time. I'm not in a hurry."

Since the girl wants to show her sincerity again and serve her a special dish, let her do it.

"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."

"hey-hey."

Lu Yang thought to himself.

The old man glanced at his granddaughter who ran out in a hurry, then looked at Lu Yang who stood up, and his eyes swept over the few dishes of appetizers on the table that were really not presentable.

He couldn't help but shook his head.

He said apologetically, "My granddaughter's father is from Xichuan, so the dishes she cooks have a bit of Xichuan flavor. If you can't get used to it, let's drink first. This girl is protective of her grandpa, but she knows you are a good person now. I think she should be able to cook her real specialty, and serve it to you later, you are in for a treat."

Seeing the old man wanted to pour himself a glass of wine.

Lu Yang quickly covered the mouth of the cup with his hand and said hurriedly: "No, no, how can I trouble you, I'll do it."

He is an elder.

Look at the gray hair and the beard on his face.

He was also my grandfather’s former student and Uncle Meng’s senior.

Although this information is still hidden by myself.

But I asked such an elder to stand up and pour wine for a young man like me who is just in his early 20s.

That's too much.

Lu Yang was not so shameless, so he snatched the wine jug.

He poured a cup for the old man first, and then poured himself a full cup.

Seeing Lu Yang taking the initiative, the old man no longer insisted, a smile bloomed on his face, and he picked up the wine glass and said, "Come on, although this wine is not a good wine, it is a grain wine brewed by my family. It is mellow and sweet, and has a unique flavor. Try it."

Lu Yang obediently raised the wine glass, put it to his lips, and took a small sip.

The taste is a bit strong.

But I can still swallow it.

The aftertaste is not very obvious, but it is indeed mellow. Since it is home-brewed rice wine, it is very remarkable to have this taste.

So he nodded.

He brought the wine glass back to his lips and took a big sip of at least one-third of it.

Although this wine is not as good as strong liquor.

But it is not like beer or wine, which can easily make you drunk if you drink too much.

Put down your wine glass.

Lu Yang quickly grabbed the chopsticks to pick up the food.

Control the alcohol.

The chopsticks went straight to the fried chili with black bean sauce in the middle, as for the other two dishes.

Moldy tofu is usually very salty and is suitable for eating with rice but not for drinking with alcohol.

As for the dish of cold-mixed zheergen, Lu Yang couldn't think of what else to do with it except to stay away from it.

Only this fried black bean chili dish, in which the black bean is cooked, dried, and then pickled, has a unique flavor. Lu Yang has loved it since he was a child.

Seeing that he had drunk the wine he brewed, he showed no expression of disgust, and instead immediately drank another half cup in big gulps.

The old man laughed heartily.

At the same time, he raised his glass and drank most of the full glass of wine in one gulp.

As expected, he is still strong despite his age.

"Come, eat the food, eat the food, you're welcome."

After saying that, he picked up the chopsticks, hesitated for a long time, and went straight to the dish of fried black bean peppers. He also stayed away from the other two side dishes.

It seems that he agrees with Lu Yang's opinion.

Lu Yang was shocked to see that the old man drank so hard, but he still stood up and refilled his glass with half a cup.

But he also warned: "Don't drink so much anymore. You are old now. Drinking too much can harm your health. Only a small reward can satisfy your mood."

The old man's impression of Lu Yang became better and better. He looked at Lu Yang and said, "Your last name is Lu, and your age is about the same as my granddaughter, two or three years older. Seeing you is like seeing my grandson. How about I call you Little Lu?"

"If you're not satisfied, I'll call Boss Lu back."

Lu Yang had seen that he spoke gently and his eyes were sincere. To be honest, just by listening to the voice, he thought he was scolding him.

"It's okay to call me Xiao Lu, but I won't be your grandson. It sounds too ugly."

The old man laughed and scolded: "You, you want to be my grandson, but I don't want it."

My granddaughter is both virtuous and academically excellent. After this summer vacation, she will be a student at a prestigious university. She will have a bright future and will definitely not be rejected by anyone.

In other words, considering that Lu Yang is young and has a good character, he and his niece are destined to be together. As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting.

Only then did he begin to think about bringing them together.

Fortunately, it was just a roundabout question, and he didn't even ask whether Lu Yang was married or not. He simply thought that the young man was just in his early 20s and was busy with his career, so he shouldn't have started a family so soon.

But it doesn't matter. Since people are against him being his grandson, why bother mentioning it?

"Come, eat some food, eat some food."

And taking care of Lu Yang's meals.

"By the way, since I call you Xiao Lu, you don't have to call me old man or Director Geng. Just call me Lao Geng. Whether you know me or not, you can call me that anyway."

Lu Yang just discovered that this old man is actually quite talkative.

"Okay, then when there's no one around, we can get along privately, and I'll call you Comrade Lao Geng."

"But if I were to call you that in front of outsiders, I wouldn't dare to do that. That would be too rude. After all, you are my elder."

Although Lu Yang had drunk a little wine, he had not forgotten that the other party was his grandfather's student and Uncle Meng's senior brother.

"Okay, whatever you want, kid."

The old man just did what he wanted and picked up the wine glass again.

At this time, Li Rou, who had been out for a short while, came in with two bowls of fried dishes, opened the curtain and walked in.

A bowl of twice-cooked pork with a strong Sichuan flavor.

A bowl of fragrant bacon fried with garlic shoots.

Lu Yang smelled the fragrance, his eyes lit up, he laughed and said thank you, thank you, he liked both dishes.

Comrade Lao Geng was also happy.

But he knew at a glance that these two dishes could not be made in such a short time. They must have been prepared long ago and hidden in the kitchen.

It was not originally intended to be served to guests.

Then, he winked at his granddaughter who was arranging the dish. . . . .

Lu Yang enjoyed the meal very much.

It can be said that the guest and the host enjoy themselves.

At the dinner table, Lu Yang often talked with Comrade Lao Geng about the Fuli Cotton Textile Factory, and he also frankly stated that if the acquisition was successful, he would upgrade the factory and expand its production scale.

By then, it won’t be that the workers have no work to do, but that there is too much work to do and they can’t finish it, so they have to hire more people.

This sounds a bit like bragging and empty promises.

But it’s really not.

Lu Yang is just being realistic.

Comrade Lao Geng both trusts and distrusts Lu Yang.

The Fuli Cotton Textile Factory is now on its last legs. The reason why it has not completely died out is because of its welfare nature and the government does not want it to die.

But it won't last much longer.

In view of this, we should try our best. It doesn’t matter whether Lu Yang is just bragging or making empty promises.

What’s important is whether you are prepared to put in real money and invest it. If so, that’s enough, you can take a gamble.

From Comrade Lao Geng's point of view, he will support anyone who has the hope of saving the factory and promising to allow the workers who are now barely able to eat to go back to work, and vice versa.

The meal lasted nearly two hours. In the end, the old man, who was too old and perhaps too happy and a little tipsy, couldn't hold on any longer, so we left the table.

The girl from the family that Lu Yang was helping supported her grandfather, and finally they arranged Comrade Lao Geng to the bed.

Even the quilt is fine.

I looked out the window and saw that it was getting late, so I said goodbye.

"Well, how about I take you there?"

The girl is a little shy.

Now that I think about it, I was a bit too harsh on this older brother. The bamboo pole for hanging clothes almost hit him.

I haven't apologized yet.

"No, no, I know the way, I know the way, really, girl, you should take good care of your grandpa, I'm leaving now."

Lu Yang didn't dare to let her send him off.

Lady, this is it.

What if you say something that doesn’t go well with them and they poke you with a stick?
Besides, this girl is pretty and only two or three years younger than me. If a man and a woman were to walk together alone, they would certainly attract people's attention. But if the news got out, it probably wouldn't sound good.

Especially at this juncture when he was preparing to acquire Fuli Cotton Textile Factory, the other party was the granddaughter of the factory director.

Avoid suspicion.

Lu Yang thought so.

So I quickly slipped away.

After picking up my little sister Mengmeng from school, I returned to my mother and Uncle Meng’s house in the evening.

While eating.

Lu Yang remembered something.

Comrade Lao Geng himself said that the reason his leg became lame was because of an incident that happened more than 20 years ago, in which he was beaten by a group of radical young people. And 20 years ago was exactly the time when his grandfather had an accident and his mother went to the countryside. Could there be some connection here?

So I thought about it and realized that there was nothing to hide from the two elders, so I just brought this matter up and talked about it separately.

After listening to Lu Yang's words.

The two elders had different expressions.

Mother Ye Qiuyu was very excited, and her eyes were filled with tears for a moment, but she held them back and lowered her head to start eating the rice in her bowl.

She tried to cover it up, not wanting to lose her composure in front of her son.

Uncle Meng couldn't help but sigh, and then shook his head.

He said to Lu Yang, "You guessed right, but it's not right either. It's very complicated. There were many people like him who were with your grandfather at the time. They all felt that it was wrong and shouldn't be done, so they wanted to stand up and change something, but they all failed in the end. You saw the ending, but I really didn't expect you to go find him."

"Have you decided?"

"Ah."

Lu Yang nodded.

I thought to myself that Comrade Lao Geng's leg was indeed lame because of my grandfather. Although, there must be other people involved, and it was not just for my grandfather, but no matter what, I have to remember this debt of favor.

The descendants of the Ye family are still alive.

Meng Wenxian continued to ask him: "Now that you have thought about it, what are you going to do?"

"There are many problems that led to the current state of Fulimin Textile Factory, the most critical and unsolvable of which is the problem of redundant staff in the 30 years since the factory was founded.

Comrade Lao Geng tried hard, but failed.

It's not his fault.

Because this is a physical problem, he can't do better within the framework of a state-owned enterprise.

Now the proposal for reform is made, what is reform?

The restructuring is to change the old bad habits. Redundancy is the biggest bad habit in this factory. Uncle Meng, I won't hide it from you. I can tolerate anything. It doesn't matter if you pay a little more. But there is a problem of redundancy. There is absolutely no room for negotiation on this.

Anyone who wants to stop working and continue to suck blood from the factory.

They are all my, Lu Yang's, enemies. I will never coexist with them.

To this end, I was prepared for the acquisition to fail.

If that's the case, haha, then I will poach Comrade Geng and build a new factory.

Let these redundant workers who are sucking blood from the factory and this cotton textile factory that is already on the verge of bankruptcy rot together. "

(End of this chapter)