The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 902 Find your original self

It's dawn, and it's not just the courtyard that's about to get up.

At the entrance of Maidian Village, a few people worked together to lift out the frame of a pallet truck. Then the wheels of the cart were pushed out, and the frame was moved upwards, thus forming a complete cart.

"This car really needs to be cleaned up, old man. Last spring, a few of them stole excrement and didn't even know how to wash it by the river~"

The clever Xiaowei installed the trolley and smelled the palms of his hands, shook them in disgust, and did not dare to rub them on his body for fear of getting the smell of Yoneda Gong on his clothes.

If you look carefully at the cart frame, you can see that the corner corners are covered with gold juice. They haven’t been cleaned for days and a lot of it has solidified. There are two large barrels next to the cart in the farm tool room. , four kegs, the same situation.

"There's no time. It's better to do things sooner rather than later. We'll talk about everything when we get back. You go and wash up. I'll leave first~!"

When the middle-aged man saw this scene, he was speechless. What else could he say.

A few days ago, after people came and went from the city, no one in the whole village, men, women, old and young, thought about going to work and earning a few work points, let alone stealing excrement, which was not only dangerous but also very dirty. When I heard that they were going to the city, not all All stopped.

There are not many people doing farm work anymore, who still has the time to do it.

"Hey, uncle, please slow down~!"

The man called uncle by several young people turned out to be the middle-aged man sitting next to Liao Dazhong last night. Under the dim light, his whole person looked gloomy.

In broad daylight, after a simple tidying up, coupled with the respectful manners of several young people around him, it still showed his authority in the village, at least, not much worse than Party Secretary Tao.

At this time, he looked to the west with a serious face, but he did not dislike the smell of the cart. He sat on the armrest, kicked off one leg, and raised the front of the cart. Just relying on the strength of his legs, he let the cart go. The cart sped out.

Unlike Liu Qiang and others who relied on mules to pull them, he relied entirely on human power and skill. Moreover, on the flat road, the speed was much faster than the cart pulled by mules, so he headed towards the city. He ran over in a hurry, and when he saw it, he looked like he was doing it the same way.

The sky was bright and the fields on both sides of the road were covered with a light layer of mist. In the early morning of spring and summer, the air was still slightly cool.

However, the middle-aged man driving the cart did not care about the thin clothes on his body and drove the cart like a strong and powerful kangaroo, jumping and sliding.

The bus has not yet reached the village. Compared with Liao Dazhong's way of walking to the bus stop on the iron footboard, his way of passing is almost as fast as lightning, except for the leg that is pushing on the ground, which requires a little effort.

At this point, there were not many people on the road. As time went by, when we arrived at the nearest bus station outside the village, we could see many people waiting for the earliest bus in the morning to rush into the city.

Compared with remote mountain villages, villagers on the edge of the capital still have to go to the city easily.

After all, he was not traveling far away, so he didn't need any letter of introduction from the village. As long as he was willing to give up his work points for the day, pay for the round-trip ticket, and enter a city, just like Qin Jingru, he could do it at any time.

The trolley continued on without stopping at the bus stop, and it didn't even slow down a bit. The bus coming from Dongzhimen could be vaguely seen in the mist.

There were not many repeat customers on the bus, and some pedestrians carrying empty baskets could already be seen on the road, hurriedly heading towards the suburbs.

The relevant regulations on second-category fruit and vegetable shops that were established in the 1960s have not yet been abolished. Some of the vegetables produced on private land are reluctant to eat, and they are reluctant to sell them to the purchasing station at a cheaper price.

Then one can only sneak to the "night" market in the capital at night with a basket on his back, carry out private transactions, and return to the village during the day with an empty basket on his back.

The lack of bills for city people means more rations, and the old farmers also earn some price difference from it. Although it is not much, after hard work, they still have some money left over at the end of the year.

As long as we work hard and recruit more freely, basically there will be no problem of famine. The ability to withstand risks is much better than in villages far away from the city.

By the way, for people like them, they won’t be able to take the bus, because the carrier takes up space, and many times they have to pay for a ticket for two people, which is not cost-effective for them. Li Feng was riding his bicycle towards the outside of the city. Along the way, he looked at the old farmers who occasionally stopped to rest on the side of the road. He couldn't help but ask himself whether he was too harsh on the villagers of Maidian Village.

Having been to the "night" market, he seemed to see himself in the past. He used to sell those extra wolf skins and rabbit skins secretly until his cold nose bubbled, just so that his family could live a better life. day.

Others wanted to ask for a job, but he sternly refused. Although it was for the sake of the factory, did it violate his original intention?

They are all ordinary people, and the lives of employees are at least much better than these people. If I artificially raise this threshold, it is equivalent to building that high wall higher again.

It’s not easy~!

He was riding a bicycle, feeling the cool breeze, and suddenly felt that his heart was gradually getting colder. He was in a higher position, but some things seemed to have been forgotten unconsciously.

We have forgotten how difficult it was for people at the bottom of the world when we first traveled through time, and we have forgotten how to make more people, more poor people, more dignified.

Looking back after Tigan, there were fewer opportunities to go out of the city, and more contacts were with "big shots" like Zheng Chaoyang, Liu Ding, and Factory Director Yang.

He has now reluctantly become a so-called "big shot" among these people, but he has forgotten that when he drove a big car, many people would rather save the fifty cents and choose to carry it in the carriage.

This early morning departure for a field trip to Maidian Village was Li Feng’s inspired move. He wanted to see for himself how far it was from the steel rolling mill, how long it took to ride a bike, how long it took to walk, and how long it took to take the bus. Arrive downstairs.

After all, the initial investment in land acquisition costs hundreds of thousands, and the labor and material costs for the construction of dozens of buildings later will cost at least one million. For the steel rolling mill, it is even more important to choose a geomantic treasure land.

Although I used to drive by, it was still a matter of stepping on the accelerator. For most employees, this was unrealistic. Many people still had to walk to work, or ride on their colleagues' bicycles, and then save up to buy their own cars.

Unexpectedly, not long after coming out of the embassy area, I saw again the scene that I felt a little uncomfortable with when I traveled through it.

The country was a start-up, with a lot of waste waiting to be revitalized, and the industrial and agricultural scissors were poor. Many words echoed in his mind involuntarily. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have not pinned the badge representing the clerk on his chest for a long time.

I remember, when I first got it, I was sulking in front of Section Chief Jiang. I don’t know what was blown into Li Feng’s eyes. Gradually, they became a little moist. As he rode along, he seemed to have found something.

"Hey, that's all, that's all. If you can't sweep the floor or clean the house, someone has to do it~!"

Looking at the oncoming trolley, Li Feng sighed softly and muttered silently, and began to calculate in his heart, how much can be squeezed out of the two branch factories in Beijing plus the main factory. This does not require a high level of education, but it is Someone has to do the job.

The middle-aged man who passed by Li Feng kept looking forward. He didn't pay much attention to the young man riding a bicycle who passed by. He even ignored it without even looking at it. pass.

They didn't realize at all that the person they passed by just now was the deputy director of the steel rolling mill who Liao Dazhong said was very "difficult" to demolish their village.

Moreover, after witnessing this with his own eyes, the hard-hearted deputy director's attitude towards Maidian Village has also changed.

The middle-aged man did not stop, and neither did Li Feng. His destination was the Maidian Village in his impression, but the middle-aged man's destination was not the steel rolling mill, at least, not for the time being.

After passing the embassy area, passing the Ping An Driving School, and going all the way to the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill outside Dongzhimen, this trolley, which only relied on one leg to pedal, did not stop at all. After turning a corner, it drove straight to the train station in the south. go.

Finally, not far from the old site of Chongwenmen, the cart, which had been galloping for twenty miles, slowed down slightly.

At this point, there are countless people rushing to work on the road. Trolleybuses, buses, and bicycles occupy the main road.

Finally, the cart arrived near Liulichang and stopped.