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Chapter 1478 Letter
"You're really bold and decisive, Brother Yan."

As Li Kuiyong left the post office, he was filled with emotion. He had never even considered doing such a thing.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Anyway, we're just idling around, so let's write something and publish it. What if someone uses it? We'll benefit a lot then. Like getting offal and bones from the slaughterhouse, once the article is published, we can get meat too, let alone offal."

"It would be great if we had our own stall."

"What are you dreaming about? Even if you get a stall, it won't let you drink like crazy all day long." Wang Yan glanced at him and said, "Besides, even if this stall is taken over, it will probably be a side business of the commune, and it will have nothing to do with our brigade."

"Why?"

“The people in our brigade are human, but the others aren’t? It’s the same principle as governing a country. If there’s a poor harvest here, we have to make up for it from other places. That’s how it is. Our brigade is poor, but there are even poorer ones.”

Wang Yan was willing to reason with Li Kuiyong, hoping to stimulate his thinking, broaden his horizons, and encourage him to consider more issues.

As the saying goes, "He who does not plan for the whole will not be able to plan for a part; he who does not plan for eternity will not be able to plan for the present." This saying also has another more modern and insightful interpretation: "to view problems from a developmental perspective."

The two left the post office chatting and laughing, then joined Lao Liu and the others on their way home.

After walking about three miles, we saw a group of dozens of shady-looking people gathered ahead. Some were sitting on bicycles, while most were squatting or standing, some even smoking.

“Brother Yan, you know what, they’re all the same.” Li Kuiyong laughed.

However, Qinling and the other female educated youths panicked and dared not look around. Old Liu and the others disassembled their baskets again and gripped their carrying poles tightly.

"Wang Yan!" Old Liu called out in a low voice.

"It's alright." Wang Yan replied with a reassuring smile and continued walking forward without stopping. Li Kuiyong did not stop either and followed firmly. Yu Ming hesitated for a moment, but also followed.

This time, Lao Liu and the others did not hesitate at all. They told the female educated youth not to wander off and followed Wang Yan.

Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong, who were walking with them, didn't hesitate and followed immediately. However, none of the other educated youths who were with them moved.

Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong knew Wang Yan too well. Aside from his fight with the "Buddha of Beijing," they'd witnessed every other fight Wang Yan had ever fought. With only a few dozen people, it was a small-scale operation. They were convinced Wang Yan would easily resolve the situation…

A man who appeared to be relatively young, under thirty, but looked older than his age, who was sitting on the back of the bicycle opposite him, stood up.

"You hit my Russian man, broke his arm, he'll have a hard time surviving, give me an explanation."

He spoke with the air of a powerful older brother, his goal clear and direct. At the same time, he pulled a short gun from his sheepskin coat.

Wang Yan glanced at it, snatched the gun away, and kicked it. With a crack, the man's tibia and fibula broke.

The man screamed in pain and lost his balance. Wang Yan swung his arm and slapped him hard across the face, sending him flying. Teeth and blood splattered onto his underling's head.

The thugs who had been swaggering around with their various knives, guns, and clubs scattered in an instant, watching Wang Yan warily, and some even tried to escape.

"Run? They've opened fire!"

Wang Yan raised his gun and fired a shot into the air.

So they all stood back, trembling under Wang Yan's gun.

"Let me make this clear to you today. I'm a reasonable person. It's not my fault that you failed to bully me. I'm new here and don't want to cause trouble. But there's no limit to how many times you can do this. Give me all your money and tickets, and I'll take your bicycle. Let's call it even."

"If there's a next time, I'll break every single one of your legs. Come on, tell me, am I right?"

Wang Yan gently tapped the boss's short leg, causing him to howl in pain.

"I'm asking you a question!" Wang Yan said, increasing the pressure in dissatisfaction.

"Yes, that's right. There will absolutely be no next time. We'll keep to ourselves and not interfere with each other."

Wang Yan nodded in satisfaction: "Da Yong, go and collect the money."

"Alright." Li Kuiyong responded, then shouted, "Line up, one at a time."

"What are you standing there for?" Zhong Yuemin stepped forward and shouted at people to hurry up and pay.

Wang Yan stared intently at the leader, who was lying on the ground panting heavily. The latter was in a panic but didn't know why Wang Yan was looking at him.

Seeing how clueless he was, Old Liu couldn't bear to look anymore: "You idiot, pay up!"

"Oh, oh, oh..." the leader responded repeatedly, enduring the pain as he pulled out all the money and tickets he had on him.

Wang Yan accepted the money with satisfaction. After a rough count, he found that there were more than two hundred yuan, which was obviously not all of his possessions.

"You've done plenty of bad things..."

"not me……"

Wang Yan waved his hand, interrupting his self-justification, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one for himself, and gave the rest to Lao Liu and the others.

After patiently waiting for Li Kuiyong to finish collecting the money, Wang Yan unloaded the bullets from his pistol, threw it on the ground, stomped on the pistol until it bent, and then kicked it at the leader.

"This is the last time. Take care of yourself."

Immediately, Wang Yan and Li Kuiyong pushed all three bicycles away from the scene.

"Wang Yan, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Old Liu wasn't someone who couldn't be flexible, but no matter how flexible he was, this was still robbery, and he felt something was wrong.

"It's alright." Wang Yan replied with a reassuring smile. "Their money isn't clean either. Even if they go to the police, what can they do? Once something is in our village, can we just let it go? I don't want this bicycle. The villagers are reluctant to use donkeys to pull water, and this bicycle will save them effort. It will also be more convenient for them to go out if they need anything. Consider it my contribution to our brigade."

Old Liu understood Wang Yan's meaning and also understood the principle, so he did not object. He simply said, "Then you keep one, and the remaining two will be counted as the brigade's. You fought for them, and the brigade can't take them all. What kind of order would that be?"

"Okay." Wang Yan nodded.

Meanwhile, Zhong Yuemin and the others had already started to tell everyone about Wang Yan's amazing, lightning-fast battle record, giving everyone a new understanding of Wang Yan, so everyone started praising him again.

Faced with their flattery, Wang Yan smiled and responded politely.

The women didn't say anything, but the educated youth on Zhong Yuemin's side were a bit lacking. They had already eaten and drunk at his place twice in the county town. Last time it was his money, and this time it was Li Kuiyong's money. Of course, Li Kuiyong's money was Wang's money. Under such circumstances, none of them stood with him. It was really a bit lacking.

Even Yu Ming, a grumbling and self-serving man who doesn't appreciate kindness, followed suit. Those educated youths who talked about brotherhood with Zhong Yuemin were far inferior…

Back in the village, everyone cheered enthusiastically for the bicycles, since the Baidian brigade had never had a single bicycle before, but now they had two public buses, and Wang Yan also had his own bicycle.

Throughout the entire twelfth lunar month, the villagers spent their time either driving donkey carts to deliver furniture or practicing riding bicycles on the flat ground of the village. One person would ride for a few minutes, another for a few minutes, and every day was filled with laughter and joy.

Wang Yan continued to work diligently and peacefully with his apprentices.

Carpentry is easy to learn but difficult to master, but Wang Yan didn't expect these apprentices to be exceptionally skilled; after all, it takes time to accumulate technical expertise. These apprentices only needed to be able to make decent furniture, which wasn't difficult. After a month, with mutual cooperation, they were able to process the wood into suitable shapes. During this process, Wang Yan also selected the more talented individuals to handle more delicate tasks, such as the joints of various mortise and tenon structures, which required higher precision and a certain understanding of structural principles—all advanced knowledge.

With the increasing number of apprentices, Wang Yan was freed from basic labor. He was liberated from everything from the rough processing of wood to the creation of finished furniture.

Of course, they are all young people who have just started learning. They have lively personalities and practically no technical experience. Even if they are asked to do things in a rigid and procedural way, many problems are bound to arise. This is a very emotionally draining process.

For example, a junior police officer becomes a senior police officer, a junior doctor becomes a senior doctor, and a junior teacher becomes a senior teacher. Their emotions are worn down, so a significant number of them have a bad attitude. They always show impatience when someone asks them a question.

If Wang Yan were still thirty years old, he would have cursed, and might even have resorted to violence if he got angry, but he's already approaching two thousand years old, so he's really patient...

On the other hand, he also worked as a teacher and taught others.

His spirits remained undiminished, and he was still quite at ease. In Baidian Village, he spent his days checking the progress, then pulling the apprentices over to teach them about the various problems with the finished products, and then leisurely sipping his tea while working on the final shaping of the furniture.

Under his leadership, by the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, forty-six new cabinets of varying sizes, twenty-three refurbished cabinets, and one hundred and thirty-eight small kang tables were sent out.

In the end, it had only been a month, and he had earned a total of more than three hundred yuan, including labor costs and the price difference of the timber.

This is just the beginning. As time goes on and people who have received the finished products showcase them, especially around the Lunar New Year when everyone is visiting relatives, word of mouth will spread even further, and the number of orders will definitely increase even more.

This three hundred yuan was pure profit, which fully demonstrates the advantages of the planned economy system: everyone works together towards a common goal, and labor costs are not considered.

Wang Yan led a group of young men to make it. The men who were responsible for the household in the brigade had to walk at least fifty miles every day to deliver the furniture to each household.

Especially when the timber was first delivered, it was first sent to Linping, ten miles away. The men, women, young and old of Baidian Brigade, along with their livestock, carried and pulled the dozens of tons of timber from Linping to the brigade.

These are all worthless, yet everyone is working with great enthusiasm.

Of course, the brigade's public accounts belong to all the people of Baidian Brigade.

On the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Lao Liu presided over a meeting of the brigade, where everyone reviewed the accounts, and then Lao Liu delivered an inspiring speech.

In summary, things are difficult at present, but the future is bright. We need to set aside funds for spring planting and repay the commune's debt for timber purchases, so we don't have much money to spend. But after working so hard for so long, we've finally seen hope, and we should still celebrate the New Year properly.

With the unanimous approval of all the people, in addition to the two pigs owned by the brigade, two more pigs will be bought, and four more sheep will be slaughtered.

Because the good life was brought by Wang Yan, we should not forget the well-digger when we drink the water. We gave Wang Yan a pig's hind leg and a sheep's offal. After the rest of the meat was weighed, it was divided equally among the 263 people in the whole brigade, regardless of age.

This is how it's been divided in previous years, but there were only two pigs...

On the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, the postman delivered the last mail of the year.

The postman's surname was Chen, and he was in his thirties. He was responsible for the area around Hechuan Commune, and every day he would either ride a bicycle or push a cart, walking a long distance. Like the man and the dog in the movie, he had taken over his father's job, except that northern Shaanxi was not as picturesque as depicted in the film.

"Wow, Wang Yan, you're amazing! Even the People's Daily is writing to you!"

……

My name is Wang Yan. I am an activist and was originally a second-level carpenter at the Fengtai Furniture Factory in Beijing. I voluntarily accepted re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants.

I believe that if one is receiving education, one should have learning experiences and reports, so I gave a report to the Party on the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi!

I was born on the black soil of Northeast China and grew up in the hutongs of Beijing. In my youth, I studied history and geography, and only then did I learn about the ancient land of Shaanxi and the Loess Plateau.

As the train passed Tongguan and transferred at Chang'an heading north, the trees became increasingly sparse, and the boundless yellow earth gradually encroached on my view...

We got off the train in Linxian County, where people from the county's educated youth office met us... The last person to pick us up was Liu Hanwen from Baidian Brigade. He had rough, dark skin, and his voice was booming, coming from deep within his lungs. He was a true man of northern Shaanxi, and he was my guide and my teacher here.

When we arrived at Baidian Brigade, we were assigned to a cave dwelling at the village entrance. According to Brother Liu, this used to be the home of a local landlord...

I went to the county town and witnessed the lively local atmosphere...

I also discovered a thriving side business. Compared to the fact that my Baidian team was struggling to make ends meet, I wanted to do something to contribute my share to this land.

The goal is to start by digging a well in Baidian Brigade, so that the villagers in my brigade will be spared the 20-mile round trip on the mountain road.

I'm a carpenter, though only at level two. However, people at the furniture factory think I'm at level seven, saying I have some carpentry talent and was born to be a carpenter. After studying under my master Zhang for more than half a year, I was able to independently take charge of making some export furniture, and later I could complete all of them by myself.

So I offered to make furniture for the villagers, hoping Brother Liu would promote me and introduce more people to the business. As the saying goes, "a young man's word is unreliable," so Brother Liu was naturally somewhat skeptical of me. However, he was ultimately willing to waste wood and chose to trust me.

I made a kang table... With the strong support of Secretary Zhang of Hechuan Commune, the county...

Before I mailed the letter, ten young men in the brigade, around my age, had already started learning carpentry from me, and people from the county had placed orders...

This concludes my report on my half-month stay in northern Shaanxi. I've included photos with the report; they represent the strength I've gained through my efforts.

I will continue to report, and ask the Party to supervise and guide me.

1969… Baidian Brigade, Hechuan Commune, Linxian County, Yancheng City
Editor Xiao Wang, holding the article he had dug out of the sack, was filled with emotion; he had truly found a treasure.

"But...why does this name sound so familiar? Carpenter?"

After pondering for a moment without finding anything, he looked at the photo that came with the letter, clicked his tongue in admiration, and then took the letter to find his superior.

"Leader, take a look at this submission. It's the voice of the educated youth. Their ideological awareness is very high."

The leader took the letter, looked at the large, flamboyant characters, and then at the photo. He couldn't help but shake his head with amusement: "This kid really knows how to cause trouble."

"Sir, do you know him?"

“Wang Yan… the one who deliberately broke his leg two months ago.”

"Huh? Him..." Xiao Wang pursed his lips, "Then what did he mean by 'voluntary'?"

"Hey, they really did it voluntarily. That's what's impressive. Didn't you say they had a high level of ideological awareness? Tell me, isn't it high or not?"

"Wow, of course it's amazing! I heard they ate a whole bunch..."

Xiao Wang didn't say much, but instead asked, "So, should we accept the report he wrote?"

"I can't approve it either. This kid's got too much going on. You know what, he really is someone who can do big things... Let me ask the editor-in-chief..."

The leader took the letter and photos and left in a hurry...

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