Putting the mosquito-catching machine on a stool about two meters away from him, pressing the switch, Ke Baijia squatted there and looked at it curiously, and found that he really couldn't hear the sound on the manual. He couldn't help but sigh at the magic of this thing, saying that it wouldn't be quarreling, it wouldn't be quarreling.

But she still doesn't understand what sound waves are and what Hertz is.

For sound waves, you can also guess that the word in front is related to sound, and what is Hertz?

Forget it, I won’t pursue those who don’t understand.

Ke Baijia closed his eyes and waited for a while, but he didn't hear the buzzing sound. He turned over happily. After a while, he completely relaxed and fell asleep.

The next day was still sunny. Ke Baijia took out the sheets that covered her belly and dried them. At the same time, she sorted out her room. When she got up in the morning, the first thing she did was to throw away the mosquito corpse, thinking that she would no longer have to be afraid of mosquitoes.

Aunt Ke made some corn porridge, some radish and pickles, and then fried a bunch of slightly wilted leaves. The four of them sat together for breakfast.

When we were almost finished, Aunt Ke mentioned to Baijia whether the number of Daleba can be made slightly more tomorrow.

"If the materials are in place, you can do it." Ke Baijia said.

It’s summer, I open the stove and bake the big leba, which is heated up, but if I think about getting rich, the hard work becomes worth it.

After he decided that Aunt Ke would bring more flour in the afternoon, Ke Baijia also got up and put away the dishes and chopsticks, and went out to work with Uncle Ke.

At this time, Wei Minsheng, a steel factory, announced "good news" in person while many of his workers were having dinner.

He decided to start today and let everyone have two meals of bitterness every week to improve their awareness.

He told everyone that this can prevent everyone from being corroded because of a little sugar-coated shell, and cultivate their spirit and will.

"Remembering the hardships of the people, we need to make up for our thoughts. I suggest that we eat them once a week, no, twice remember the bitterness and sweet rice!"

As soon as these words came out, only a few of the workers in the audience applauded.

Most people were sparsely stimulating in the sight of Wei Minsheng's death.

The so-called "remembering bitterness" and "sweet rice" is a meal that is made of ground with grass roots, tree bark, corn cobs, and tree leaves, wild vegetables, beans, and dregs, which is extremely unpalatable. It is not a great famine that starves people to death.

In fact, Wei Minsheng also learned from his leadership's practice. His leader was even more powerful, and he even deliberately made food to the point where pigs were unwilling to eat. The more difficult it was, the more it proved that his thoughts were pure and the better the effect, and he could feel the poverty of the old society and cherish the happy life now.

If he hadn't been worried about being forced to eat a few bites one day, he wouldn't have relaxed his request. He would just put weeds, beans, trees bark, etc. into it, and he would have to eat it!

As early as May, Wei Minsheng tentatively asked Chu Zi to cook such a meal for everyone. He thought he hadn't eaten the so-called bitter rice for more than a week, but this matter was over. Unexpectedly, Wei Minsheng brought it up again and increased the number of times he had bitter rice for him.

So, should you listen, or spend more money to eat in a restaurant?

This is a dilemma.

When Shang Zhenqing heard this, he looked up at Wei Minsheng. This time he added measures to his colleagues to have a hard time remembering their hardships. Is he thinking that the workers are not under his control enough, or is there any recent trends?
Chapter completed!