The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 1256 This is a hardworking nation
early morning.

The capital city was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, and the buildings in the city were looming.

The street lights on the main roads that had been on all night were still on at this time, reminding drivers the direction of the road in the hazy fog.

On the street, the cleaners who were cleaning had already gotten up, with their heads and bodies wrapped tightly, not knowing whether they were afraid of the cold or of being recognized by acquaintances.

The broom in his hand was sweeping the floor listlessly. Compared to decades later, the cleaners are still young men, and there are few old ones.

Li Feng was riding a bicycle to the construction site in the steel mill's family quarters. The 28-inch bicycle under his crotch had been worn out over the years and had a mileage of at least 20,000 kilometers.

It is not as tight as it was back then, and feels a bit loose to ride, and the full chain shell at the pedals makes a noisy creaking sound when it bumps into something.

When we arrived at the outskirts of the city, the thin mist that was originally in the city became a little thicker, just like adding a spoonful of milk powder to milk mixed with water, and small water droplets condensed on the chrome-plated handlebars of the bicycles.

Arriving at the Red Star Bridge, Li Feng stepped on the brakes and looked at the bridge surface. There were quite a few rubber marks left by the brakes. On the carved stone tablet beside the bridge, some naughty child had made a wreath with willow branches and fastened it on.

Standing on the bridge, you can see through the mist and see the small buildings that have been erected. They seem somewhat out of place with the empty surroundings.

The construction site had just woken up at this time, with people washing and washing clothes by the river. The scene looked very lively, and the noise was so loud that Li Feng, who was pushing his bicycle, couldn't help but stop to take a look.

"Dinner is ready, dinner is ready~!"

As the sound of knocking on large iron basins was heard from the construction site, the construction workers ran towards the canteen with bowls and chopsticks in their hands.

Li Feng just happened to arrive at the entrance of the project department of the construction site at this time.

"Yo~!"

Old Ge got up early, with a coat draped over his shoulders. As soon as he opened the door, he happened to see Li Feng coming here.

"Come here for a free meal?"

"Look at the progress of the project. It's being built pretty fast!"

Li Feng counted the buildings in the front row and found that they were already at the fifth floor. The buildings in the rows behind had already reached the third and a half floor. The entire family quarters looked a bit like a compound from the 1980s or 1990s.

"With free food, free drinks and free pay, who wouldn't work hard? After the Chinese New Year, a lot of people are eager to come in, some don't even want to pay, just to learn the technology of building houses. Those who came in early must be secretly happy~!"

After taking out an aluminum lunch box from the house and handing it to Li Feng, Lao Ge shook the coat on his shoulders, looking very tough.

Yes, the first batch of farmers who had been trained by the engineering corps, after several months of practice, no longer received the originally agreed ten yuan salary. They were promoted from small workers to skilled workers, and they all had a few apprentices under them, becoming master craftsmen.

In the village and in the fields, these men are just inconspicuous farmers, earning ten work points a day. But when it comes to building houses, they all seem to be inexplicably skilled at leveling, verticality, and cement.

The brick is in the palm of your hand. You just need to use the tile knife to split the red brick into two. This familiarity seems to be flowing in your blood, and it is the gene for building houses.

"That's good. If I learn more skills, my life will be better~!"

The first phase of the project has been sold out and all the funds have been collected. Li Feng doesn't care about the extra ten yuan increase in the construction workers' wages. He had already reserved these expenses in advance when he made the initial calculations.

Ten yuan is not a lot for a steel mill, but for these construction workers who mostly come from rural areas near Beijing, it can completely change their family conditions.

As long as you live frugally and save for a year or two, when you return home, you can use the money to build a small brick house for yourself. After all, what you learn here is the skill of building houses. You don't need to hire anyone. You can just take two or three apprentices.

The workers' working environment can be seen from the smiles on their faces. Compared to the fearful and timid looks when they were first recruited, the construction workers now queuing for meals are much more confident and have more smiles on their faces.

When they first came here, they didn't have the confidence. Many people were forced into a desperate situation due to the debts of their families, and they also had several children to pay for their tuition. Most of them were middle-aged people, so they just wanted to give it a try.

As a result, after many twists and turns, there was a new village. Food and accommodation were provided, and even a big eater could have enough. Although it was only a dozen yuan a month, and part of it had to be paid to the village, the rest of the money was saved, and the salary was paid without any delay.

After working for two or three months, I paid off the money owed to the village and the tuition. My family originally advised me to go back to farm, but now that my skills have been improved enough to be rated as a skilled worker, I am even more reluctant to go back.

Not to mention the sense of superiority when I was teaching apprentices, I could save about ten yuan a month. Compared with the work points earned from farming, building houses was still better.

With the skills of a bricklayer, anyone in the village who invites them to build a house will be treated with fine cigarettes, good wine and good food. Even if the construction site is closed, for these people, their lives have been changed.

"You eat your food, don't worry about me~!" Li Feng took out two steamed buns made of two-grain flour from his lunch box, and the dish was shredded potatoes. If he shook it, he could see a few drops of oil.

The deputy factory director inspected the canteen, and next to him was the one-armed project manager. No matter whether they were workers sent by the steel rolling mill or other grassroots managers, they all came over carefully to avoid being left out.

When the construction workers who were eating saw this scene, they knew that an important person had arrived. Some of them picked up their bowls and squatted outside the canteen to eat, while others almost buried their heads in their rice bowls.

"At noon, I have scrambled eggs with Chinese cabbage, and at night, I have rice porridge with pickled cucumbers~!"

"On Sunday, there's meat. Not much, but I guarantee everyone will get two finger-sized portions~!"

Deputy Director Li looked up at today's menu on the small blackboard, and Lao Ge immediately added that there was not much written on the blackboard.

"Then, I can eat meat four days a month, so half a pound in total is fine~!"

After taking a look at the sanitary conditions of the canteen kitchen, Li Feng nodded without saying much. Compared with the conditions in the factory, it was slightly inferior, but the factory had to spend some money, although not much, it was not completely free.

"You have all studied the spirit of the 5 anti-work meetings, right? Now we are focusing on these. We cannot waste money or take bribes, especially those who are in charge of warehouses. There must not be any speculation at all~!"

Hearing what Li Feng said, Lao Ge chuckled and shook his head. The meaning was very clear. He was watching them, and if they wanted to do these things under his nose, they would be delivering them to their doorstep.

They are all old acquaintances, so Li Feng is not worried that Lao Ge himself will have these problems. He is mainly worried that his subordinates will act recklessly. He reminds him to keep a close eye on things and not to run into trouble when the rectification movement is in full swing.

The cadres and workers who were beaten were watching their backs, thinking that this matter had little to do with the construction workers who were eating.

Holding the lunch box, Li Feng ate together with all the employees in the canteen with slightly shabby conditions. The order on the construction site was much better than at the beginning.

"Master, who is that young man? I see Manager Ge is standing nearby."

"Deputy Director, don't talk, lower your head and eat, and get back to work after you finish eating~!"

The cafeteria, which was originally a bit noisy, suddenly became much quieter after realizing who the young man who came to inspect was. Pairs of eyes occasionally glanced over there.

However, the deputy factory director, who was chewing a steamed bun, ignored it.

"Thank you, Deputy Director Li. Without this job, I wouldn't be able to pay for my daughter's medical expenses~!"

A middle-aged man finished his meal in a few bites, and came to Li Feng's table empty-handed. He clasped his hands together and bowed to Li Feng. There were holes in his sweater, and there were cement solidified on it. The cloth shoes on his feet were also covered with patches on the toes.

"Hey, hey, father-in-law, don't thank me. If you want to thank someone, you should thank the country and ***. I also have to thank you for your contribution to the family quarters of the steel mill~!"

"The country is developing, and more and more residential buildings will be built in the future. If you learn the skills well and work hard, your own home will sooner or later become a brick and tile house. The revolution is to hope that the people can live a good life and build a good country. This cannot be achieved without the joint efforts of all our cadres and workers and peasants~!"

After patting the old man's hand, Li Feng put down his chopsticks, stood up and faced all the gazes coming his way.

The term "migrant workers" has not yet appeared, but Li Feng prefers to call these people construction workers. Whether it is a skyscraper or a six-story building in the family quarters, it cannot be built without the hands of these people.

Without these calloused hands, there would be no tall buildings.

In the corridor outside the canteen, the construction workers who were squatting in a row now picked up their bowls and looked at the young man who was talking in the canteen. There was no trace of officialdom in him. It was as if he and these people were like fish and water.

"Everyone should eat well and not only build a good country, but also work hard to build a good family. Use your hard-working hands to exchange for a better life~!"

Standing in the community, looking at the piles of red bricks, bags of cement, and the prefabricated panels that were gradually lifted to the top amid the roar of the engine, Li Feng seemed to see himself taking the clients to the construction site.

Meanwhile, at the steel mill.

A convoy of jeeps, one after another, turned a corner at Dongzhimen and headed towards the road leading to the gate of the steel rolling mill.

As the vehicle arrived at the gate, the officers on duty, including the sentries on duty, were all a little confused.

Because judging by the license plates on the convoy of jeeps, they are not from our driving school.

Instead, they were all white military license plates.