Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 213 Assembly ([-])

The receptionist gave Fu Buer a stack of meal tickets and told him that he could go to the designated restaurant to eat with the tickets.Fu Buer's heart felt warm, this Kunren was thoughtful and considerate, compared to the county government to collect food, it was really heaven and earth.

Putting down the luggage, the family boy is going to play in the market, and Fu Buer also wants to go sightseeing.Then I locked the door and went out-every room here has a padlock, just hand over the key to the cabinet when you go out.

The area of ​​Dongmen City has doubled compared to the previous year. It was originally planned to start from the moat outside the east gate of Bairen City and extend 300 meters westward.Now Dongmen Street has been completed according to the plan, and the first side street has also been extended 30 meters to the north and south. The houses on the side street are built in batches and rented out to merchants at a low price.Because of the low price, it is more popular than the main street.The itinerant vendors continued to set up tents in the open space on both sides of the street, and Dongmen Chuiyu did not interfere.

Walking on the street, the two felt that everything was fresh.There are many people on the street, but the road surface is clean and tidy, and there are rows of small trees planted on both sides-it will be comfortable when it is shaded in the future.Fu Buer has been to the county seat, and even the streets in front of the county government office are full of sewage, mud ponds, and piles of garbage, and even the narrow alleys in the slightly secluded corners are full of human and animal excrement, which stinks to the heavens.

But he soon discovered the mystery here. There was a big rattan basket every ten feet on the street, and pedestrians threw their garbage in it. There were also a few special cleaners, wearing uniform blue coarse cloth coats, carrying The big bamboo broom is constantly cleaning the road. Looking carefully, it is still a country girl.

Fu Buer felt novelty and admired, who came up with such a good idea.Not to mention that above the market where business travelers gather, it is their own village, and every village is full of their own family, which cannot be done like this.

Compared with the curious domestic boy looking around, Fu Buer's brain is a little more flexible. He is slightly different from other landowners who specialize in digging food from the soil and getting money from long-term workers and tenants. Promising, and I can't curry favor with the government, the only way to get rich is to do business.But he had never done business and didn't know how to do it, so he didn't dare to go into the water to try it easily.This time around Dongmen City, I think the opportunity here should be good.So keep an eye on the biggest shops to see what's on sale.

Just looking at it, I only heard a commotion in front of me, and the crowd surrounded me one after another.It is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation to love to watch the excitement, and Fu Buer is naturally unavoidable. There are people arguing in front of them. One of them is probably a peddler, and the other is wearing a rattan hat and a short-haired double-breasted black jacket with a stand-up collar. Wooden buttons, a wide belt around the waist, white leg wraps on the calves, and straw sandals on the feet.A short wooden stick with a short horizontal handle hangs from the buttocks.There is also a shield-like embroidered cloth on the sleeve, with some incomprehensible patterns and characters.

I just heard the strangely dressed man say: "From the first day you set up a stall in Dongmen City, someone told you that you are not allowed to litter here, let alone defecate indiscriminately. The toilet is right next to the street, and you still defecate indiscriminately." , what should I do?!"

The peddler repeatedly begged for mercy, saying that it was because he was in a hurry due to diarrhea and couldn't wait to go to the toilet, so he was convenient in the corner.Hope the police lord will be merciful.

The police refused to be merciful, and decided to fine him [-] or [-] cents. The surrounding people felt a little sympathetic to the hawker, and they couldn't help booing.The peddler bowed and begged, saying that he had no money.The policeman said: "Since I have no money to pay the fine, I will clean the street for three days according to the "Public Security Law."

The moment the peddler said he was willing to be punished, the matter was settled.Fu Buer was amused, and suddenly discovered that the policeman was Ma Peng.Did this kid do well with the "Kun people"? He became a "policeman"—something like the third class in the yamen.Fu Buer wanted to make friends with him, so he called out:

"Old horse!"

Ma Peng is leading the hawker to report to the environmental sanitation station—this is the third person he caught defecating in the past week. This week is the "Environmental Sanitation Week" activity initiated by Director Dugu.Hearing someone greet him, he searched for the sound and found that it was his former owner.Although there are class differences between Ma Peng and Dong's family, and Fu Buer did not show any kindness to Ma Peng back then, they did not have any enmity with each other. At any rate, they lived together in a short-haired prisoner-of-war camp, which is one of the three iron men. There is also the joy of meeting old friends again.

"Fu Dong's family!"

"Are you working for Shorthair?"

"That's right, to be a policeman." Seeing Fu Buer looking at his attire, Ma Peng shrugged off his clothes a little bit embarrassedly, "This is a uniform, and you have to wear it for a job as a policeman."

"It looks as good as the short-haired master."

Ma Peng blushed: "This is nothing compared." Seeing the sign on Fu Buer's chest, he hurriedly changed the topic: "Master Fu is also here for the meeting?"

"Yeah, the short-haired master wants us to come to a meeting, do you know any news?" Fu Buer hurriedly inquired.

"I don't know, I'm just a policeman, and I don't know how many floors away from the short-haired master." He scolded the peddler, "Go! Don't procrastinate." Then he turned around, "Master, you Wait a moment, I will talk to you after I send this person to the sanitation station."

Fu Buer was curious about everything now, so he followed Ma Peng to the back of the side street, where there was an independent yard filled with garbage baskets like those on the street and many two-wheeled garbage trucks. The shovel sorts the garbage and loads it there.

"What do you do with the trash?" Fu Buer asked.In his impression, the garbage in the village is thrown directly into the ditch outside the village.

Ma Peng handed over the unlucky peddler to a person from the sanitation station and went through the handover procedures.Said: "The paper and rags inside are to be sent to the paper mill. Litters and leaves, mule manure, and vegetable skins are all poured into the biogas tank."

"The biogas pond?"

"I don't understand either," Mapon said. "Just behind the public toilet, there is a pool with a big cover. Just pour the garbage into it. After a while, it will become fertilizer, and the farmer will come to pull it let's go."

"It doesn't stink anymore." Fu Buer frowned when he thought of the smell of the stinky ditch behind the village.

"It's strange, the pits don't smell bad at all." Ma Peng said seriously, "It is said that the chiefs are capable, and those who work on the farms say that the fertilizers raised from these pits are not smelly, but also very smelly. If it is fertile, it is good to grow anything.”

Fu Buer was a little skeptical: "So godlike?"

Ma Peng smiled: "If you want to say that the chiefs' farming skills are no worse than our farmers here. I have worked on the farm several times, and I never thought that the land can be sown like this."

Fu Buer immediately became interested: "How did you plant it?"

Ma Peng shook his head and laughed, "It's useless for you to ask me. The way the chiefs cultivate the land, not to mention you can't learn it, even the biggest rich man in the local area can't learn it. There are too many things I don't recognize."

Fu Buer pestered Ma Peng, asked him to take him to the farm, and promised him benefits, but Ma Peng refused to do it: "I can't help you with this matter, my boss. No one is allowed to enter the farm except the members of the commune. I will bring You're going to have to lose your job. If you mess up, you'll lose your life."

When he heard that farming would cost his life, Fu Buer became much less interested.Ma Peng smiled and said, "There are so many interesting places here, I'll just take you around."

"Are you still working?"

"It doesn't matter, the chiefs said, to be a good host—that means to greet you well. I'm also on duty to take you for a stroll."

As he spoke, he walked around along the street.A large storefront is being built along the street, scaffolding has been set up, and masons are going up and down.

"This is Boss Lin's Quanfu Vegetable Shop. He was just a vegetable seller. He made a fortune by buying vegetables, pork, chickens and ducks for the chiefs. He even bought two wives when he started a house," said Ma Peng. At that time, his face was full of envy.

Fu Bu'er knew about Lin Quanfu—in the past few months, he went from village to village to buy chickens, ducks and live pigs for Short Hair, and he also came to Meiyang Village.At the beginning, Fu Bu'er thought that this person did not know how to live or die, but he openly took refuge in short hair, but he did not expect that he had already made such a fortune.I feel a little sour in my heart.

Walking past, there is another five-bay door face, and many people go in and out through the door. "This is a women's cooperative, which is jointly established by the families of the chiefs."

"Female short-haired shop?" Fu Buer was a little surprised.

"Yes, it's opened by a woman, and the staff are all women. This is a scene of Dongmen City, and there are many people who come to see the excitement." Ma Peng said, "Would you like to go in and have a look? , the goods are complete, and the price is cheap!"

As soon as he walked to the door, a neatly dressed middle-aged woman in a blue dress greeted her with a smile: "What do you want to buy, sir?"

Ma Peng smiled and said: "This is Master Fu Buer from Meiyang Village, a representative of the conference, come and take a look."

"Conference representatives? The proprietress said that all conference representatives can enjoy ninety-five discounts with their representative cards, and they will get a gift regardless of whether they buy something or not." The pattern was copied, and Fu Buer was asked to sign it.Fu Buer couldn't read, so he had to draw a bet and received a rough paper bag.

Open the bag, inside is a thick, soft and cottony cloth, covered with velvet like dense coils, the size seems to be a face cloth.There is also a line of words woven with red thread: "Commemorate of the First Lingao Political Consultative Conference" signed "Congratulations from Lingao Women's Cooperative, 1629".Fu Buer couldn't read the characters, and was afraid of some outrageous words and sentences, so Ma Peng read it to him and explained the meaning.Fu Buer was quite surprised that Ma Peng, a poor man, could read and write.

"Ma Peng, aren't you illiterate?"

"That's in the past. To work at the chief's office, everyone has to know characters and Arabic numerals." Ma Peng said seriously: They all accepted the literacy activities in batches.All the people who work for the short-haired chief can read numbers, three or four hundred characters, and can read newspapers and notices.

(End of this chapter)