The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The Red Star Bridge is still under construction.

Fearing that Dashiqiao could not bear the weight of the trucks, the vehicle team of the steel rolling mill chose to take the dirt road on the north bank of Liangma River.

Fortunately, the number of trips is not large. With hundreds of households, trucks and tricycles from the factory, it is enough for each vehicle to make a few trips on average. If it does not rain, the dirt road can still hold up, but it is inevitable that it will run over some ridges.

The scene was truly magnificent. A convoy of more than a dozen cars and more than a dozen three-wheeled motorcycles raised a gray and yellow dust on the north bank, which made pedestrians on the road on the other side of the river stop in their tracks and point at the convoy.

Directly above the bed of the leading truck, red silk ribbons were supported by bamboo poles on both sides, stretched straight, with red propaganda slogans written on them: "The People's Commune is a Bridge, Communism is a Paradise". Red flags made of red silk cloth were inserted on the guardrail of the bed.

This was done by the cadres of the Propaganda Department. It was rare for big things to happen in the factory, and it was an exciting moment for them.

After all, it has been a long time since it was so lively. Without it, there would be no stage for their department to show off. You know, when Deputy Director Li was the director of the Logistics Department, the department did not have a very good impression of the Propaganda Department.

This time, they really brought out all their abilities and took advantage of this opportunity to carry out publicity work in a grand manner.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom~!"

In the carriage, as the vehicle gradually approached the entrance of Anjiazhuang village, the drummer in the truck raised his hands to the sky as if in surrender. The red ribbon on the drumsticks fluttered in the wind and fell with his arms. The rhythmic sound of the drum completely covered up the sound of the engine.

It was really lively, with the dull drum sounds echoing throughout the area. The drummer was getting more and more excited, and it was obvious that he was in high spirits. His movements were also more coherent. After all, he hadn't played for a long time, so he might have been a little unfamiliar with the drum. The red silk cloth on the drumsticks fluttered up and down like red butterflies.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang~!"

There must be more than just people who can play drums in the Propaganda Department. They also play gongs and drums. These two instruments are inseparable. The rhythm of the drums and the metallic sounds of the gongs hitting each other also join in this propaganda carnival.

On the side of the car, big red paper with sharp brush calligraphy, one by one like the word "Fu", is arranged in a diamond shape, from the side of the car to the rear.

what.

“Move to the city, start a new life, and move towards a better tomorrow; build a beautiful new home together, start a new life, and move to the city~!”

"The policy is heartwarming and harmonious, and the relocation scene is renewed. The newly built homes are like spring breeze and rain, and the people are happy~!"

"The people's business, the government serves the people; ~!"

"Follow the Party, move out of the old house and live a satisfying new life; listen to the Party, move into a new home and welcome the New Year and new happiness~!"

Etc., etc……

Basically every car has it pasted on it. It can be said that the license plate has really been given to the villagers of Anjiazhuang and the government staff who run back and forth to coordinate.

A series of propaganda slogans were in line with the propaganda characteristics of this era. As the deputy factory director, Li Feng did not stop it. He decided to hold a grand celebration. It was good news for the steel rolling mill.

Now we have put together a big show to share this good news with the villagers and the government. Everyone has made their own contribution here, and the steel mill is the one that has benefited.

Just like the newlyweds in the countryside who get married after being introduced by a celebrity. At the banquet, they must not only be polite to the other family, but also to the celebrity and thank him/her profusely.

What is this called? It's a matter of reciprocity. Everyone gets face, including the government. If the steel mill doesn't do anything, how can their role be reflected?

On the banks of the Liangma River, the noise of children and the sound of truck engines were accompanied by the lively sounds of gongs and drums. The young girls and wives on this side of the river no longer had the energy to wash clothes (to show off to the Maidian Village). They all stood up, smiling happily.

When they can eat commercial grain and get a quota of meat and cloth coupons every month, who will still say that they are peasants? Only the people of Maidian Village are jealous. But, it's their own fault for not knowing how to seize the opportunity. Originally, this good thing should have been their village's turn.

"No need to wash it, no need to wash it, comrades, hurry back to the village and start dancing the Yangko. The steel mill is giving us face, so we can't let them down~!"

When there are a lot of lesbians, there will naturally be a leader among them.

Sister Juanzi raised her arms and shouted loudly, and the female comrades in Anjiazhuang immediately responded loudly. They wiped their bodies with their white arms, picked up the washbasins, and walked back quickly.

The person walking at the end stopped, turned around, looked at the many envious and jealous eyes on the other side of the river, and snorted coldly in a proud manner.

"You deserved it~!"

……

"Crunch, crunch~!"

"Dong Dong~!" As the convoy gradually stopped at the threshing ground, the sound of gongs and drums became even more exciting. The female comrades tied the red silk cloth from the brigade's warehouse around their waists and started dancing the yangge to the drumbeats of the steel rolling mill's propaganda department.

That’s not all, the clear and loud singing also echoed in the threshing floor.

"Socialism is good, socialism is good, in a socialist country, the people have a high status...!"

"I say it, I do it, I work wholeheartedly for the people...!"

The whole Anjia Village was in an uproar. The men gave up their threshing ground and the women sang and danced to the cheerful rhythm, twisting their waists constantly, with the red silk cloths around their waists fluttering up and down in the air.

The graceful figure, accompanied by cheers, children's laughter and the sound of drums, intertwined together and attracted villagers from several surrounding villages.

The ridges of the fields, the millstones, and even the grain piles were crowded with members of the production teams from other villages. They looked very calm while watching this festive scene.

The high wall built by the household registration book has opened its gate today. The small book involves labor employment, housing, education, and other social welfare. For the villagers, Anjiazhuang is like a carp jumping over the dragon gate and getting rid of the urban-rural differences.

But for them, they still have to keep waiting, waiting for the next "destined factory" to take a liking to them, but at this point, they don't know how long they have to wait.

"Bang, bang, bang~!"

"Haha, haha, welcome, welcome~!"

The cadres and workers of the steel rolling mill applauded one after another, got off the car, and watched with joy the welcoming ceremony spontaneously organized by the villagers.

Seeing the guests from the steel mill applauding, the men standing by the threshing floor also started to applaud. Even young people who didn't tie red silk cloths joined the yangko team and started dancing.

The announcer at the brigade radio station was also notified, turned on the radio, and read the plain and simple script.

“Dear leaders and comrades: Good morning. Today is a joyous day for Anjiazhuang. Let us welcome the ChaoY District Government, the Xinghuo People’s Commune, and the representatives of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill with warm applause!”

"Why is it a festive day? Because we have entered the city. Under the leadership of the Party, the care of the government, and the help of the Red Star Steel Mill, Anjiazhuang has the honor of becoming the family quarters that will be built by the Red Star Steel Mill..."

"Here, we would like to thank the Party, the government, the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, and all the staff of Anjiazhuang. We would like to thank everyone for their efforts. We will repay the Party and the government and the steel rolling mill with our own actions, fully support their work, and successfully complete this relocation!"

The big loudspeakers on the threshing floor and at the entrance of the village carried the announcer's voice clearly to all directions.

The villagers on both sides of the Liangma River could clearly hear that everyone's expression was different.

Those who were weeding and those who were delivering water stopped their hoes, put down the buckets on their shoulders, and all their eyes were focused in the direction of Anjiazhuang.

On the road across the Liangma River, even the buses had stopped speeding. The passengers on the buses leaned against the windows, looking at the other side of the river with envious eyes, whispering and talking to each other.

"Anjiazhuang is so lucky that they have flown to the top of the tree and become a phoenix~!"

Someone couldn't help but sigh and said that when walking out of the city, you can tell that most of the people on the bus are villagers going to Daxing.

"Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, is it the one in Dongzhimen? Didn't we just pass by there~!"

"That's right. The factory is profitable, and there's a driving school. Do you know how many people go there to learn how to drive? Each student has to pay more than 200 yuan in tuition. The factory leaders are capable people, and the employees are all enjoying the benefits!"

The bus driver, who is also a driver, is very familiar with the steel rolling mill, or Ping An Driving School. He puts his arm on the car window and looks at the grand scene on the other side from time to time.

Speaking of it, he knew everything like the back of his hand, attracting the attention of everyone in the car. Beijing men love to talk, don’t they? The more people listen, the more excited they become.

"Anjiazhuang has quite a lot of land. How many residential buildings do we need to build?"

"Of course. Didn't you see just now that they've started to build a bridge ahead? It's also built by their factory. I heard it's a big iron bridge that can be used by traffic. When the road is built, our buses will have to turn there~!"

As soon as the gear lever was shifted, the driver started bragging. It wasn't really bragging, it was probably because he had received some inside information.

"Oh, that's right. Building so many houses will require so many workers to live in them. With so many people, buses must be arranged too~!"

"It can accommodate at least several thousand people. Wow, the factory leaders are capable, that's great. Unfortunately, I haven't heard when they will recruit workers. If I could get in, maybe I could move in with them~!"

"He has great leadership ability. I heard he is still young and was reported in the newspapers before. The driving school was set up by him. His factory had distributed houses before, and he let the subordinates divide them among themselves. It's fair~!" (End of this chapter)