Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

A twelve-inch TV is far too small for Feng Qingxue, who has seen sixty-inch high-definition LCD screens, and the picture isn't very clear, but it still attracts the locals of Wanglou Brigade, creating a scene reminiscent of a movie.

A bamboo pole stands at the office entrance, hanging a bulb that emits a dim, yellow light, illuminating the tightly packed crowd.

"Luckily, I didn't put the TV at home," Feng Qingxue thought quietly upon seeing this.

As she was looking for someone in the dim light, the TV screen suddenly went dark and turned to static.

The audience in the front row became anxious, "Oh dear, Xibao, come and see, why is there no one? Where did the people go?"

"The signal is poor," Xibao hurriedly went forward to adjust. After adjusting for a while, the static disappeared, and people appeared, but it was the news broadcast at seven o'clock sharp, a program that only started this July.

"It's better than the radio. The radio only has sound and no picture, but it's not as entertaining as a movie."

"The movie screen is bigger. The TV is too small; sitting far back, I can't see what's playing."

"Who told you to sit in the back?"

"Didn't I come late? You didn't even tell me earlier that there'd be a TV to watch."

"Captain, it's getting cold, and there's not much work. When is the cinema in the upper district coming to our brigade to show movies? Captain, could you discuss it with them? Consider it a reward for our good harvest this year."

"Exactly, exactly, it's been ages since we last saw a movie!"

Hearing the young people around him voicing their opinions, Wang Zhenguo laughed and cursed, "Who says there's no work? People who have an eye for work can find it every day; people who don't have an eye for it won't move even when the harvest is ready. We washed quite a bit of sweet potatoes today. Starting tomorrow, we'll make powder. This year's noodle strips haven't been settled yet, and those above are already urging me."

A bunch of young people immediately had their faces fall.

"Starting with powder tomorrow? That work is tiring, Captain. Can't we rest for a couple of days?"

"Rest my foot, will you earn work points if you rest? Any grain allocation? No money, no grain, don't you want to get married?" The young man speaking was standing; he got a kick in the butt, turned around to see it was his father losing his temper, and sulkily shut his mouth.

Wang Zhenguo watched the lively scene of fathers instructing sons with amusement.

Father Lu and some old fellows are very resourceful, Xibao has quick wits too. Over the past two years, besides developing animal husbandry, Wanglou Brigade also established several semi-mechanical workshops, including an oil mill, a grinding mill, and a vermicelli workshop. The vermicelli workshop only operates in winter, specializing in sweet potato vermicelli, so good it's directly sold in the city with great reputation.

Feng Qingxue overheard and came over to intervene, "How many days will it take to make the noodle strips? I want to take some with me when I return to the Capital."

Vermicelli is fragile and not convenient to send by mail. It's hard to taste homemade sweet potato vermicelli in the Capital.

Wang Zhenguo turned to his niece with a smile, "It depends on the weather. I can't predict the exact time. The selected sweet potatoes have just been cleaned, not yet crushed. Once crushed tomorrow, they need two rounds of filtering. The cornstarch collected needs to be dried, and adhesives have to be prepared. The process includes many steps, testing your skill, and can't be careless. The noodle strips need drying after they're made."

"So complicated!"

Feng Qingxue was astonished. She rarely witnessed the process of vermicelli production in this life and hardly saw it in her past life either. Production teams in the countryside seldom have the means to make vermicelli themselves, so she naturally didn't understand the process.