Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chapter 92 No ordinary creature! With the rising sun, it will still stand tall and reach for the heavens!

As dawn broke, Grandma Shen knocked on the door precisely on time.

Chen Deshun slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if his eyelids were weighed down by a thousand pounds, and his bones felt like they were falling apart.

I tossed and turned all night, barely slept, and felt like I had just fallen asleep when I was woken up.

I'm feeling really sleepy right now, and I really want to stay in bed and doze off for a few more minutes. But that's just wishful thinking. The more I doze off, the sleepier I get, which isn't good for my work later.

Struggling to sit up, I shook my groggy head, forcing myself to wake up.

After washing up, Chen Deshun felt much better, though he still yawned from time to time.

main room.

Grandma Shen had already put breakfast on the table.

Millet porridge, steamed white flour buns, pancakes, a dish of pickled vegetables, and three boiled eggs.

It wasn't as good as yesterday, but it was still quite a feast.

Chen Jianshe came out of the house yawning. His eyes lit up when he saw the eggs on the table. If he could eat eggs every day, he hoped that his grandparents could stay at home forever.

"Snapped!"

Grandma Shen slapped his hand with her chopsticks: "This is for your father and your fourth brother to nourish their bodies. Don't even think about it."

Chen Jianshe winced and pulled his hand back, muttering in dissatisfaction, "Grandma, you're so biased! Am I not your own grandson anymore?"

"I'm only hitting you because you're my own grandson. Hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, go to the hospital to bring food to your second brother and fourth brother," Grandma Shen said irritably.

"Then why was it there yesterday but not today?" Chen Jianshe grumbled, dissatisfied.

"Why all this nonsense?" Old Mrs. Shen glared at him, and Chen Jianshe fell silent.

"Mom, take the money."

Chen Deshun assumed that Old Lady Shen had paid Liu Rui's hospital fees and was out of money.

When Old Mrs. Shen saw Chen Deshun trying to put money in her hand, she quickly pushed it back, saying, "What are you doing? Take it back."

Liu Rui and Chen Jianguo could only spend a few dollars, and the reason she only boiled three eggs was because she only had three left.

There were two patients in the hospital, and then the other one was given to Chen Deshun.

Chen Lihua stared at the money in Chen Deshun's hand with envy, something she could only look at with longing and longing.

She wasn't even given any eggs, let alone money. She didn't bother making a scene, silently eating her meal without uttering a word.

Chen Jianshe ate very quickly today, finishing his porridge in a few bites. He then approached Chen Deshun with a grin and said, "Dad, the hospital is quite far away. How about I borrow your bicycle for the next couple of days?"

If Dad agrees to lend the car this time, it will basically be his from now on.

However, Chen Deshun didn't even lift his eyelids, and uttered two words: "No way."

"dad----"

Chen Jianshe wanted to try again.

"Stop. If you're not in a hurry to get to work, wash the dishes before you leave."

Chen Jianshe turned and left. Women do the dishwashing, and he preferred to walk to the hospital to deliver food and walk to work.

After finishing the last bite of his steamed bun, Chen Deshun picked up his enamel mug, took a sip of water, and then got up and walked out.

"Dad, please drive carefully."

After finishing her meal, Chen Lihua took the initiative to clear the dishes and wash them outside. When she saw Chen Deshun leaving for work, she said something ingratiating.

Chen Deshun paused, glanced back at her, seemingly waiting for her to say something next, but Chen Lihua didn't say anything. Chen Deshun then pushed his bicycle out of the courtyard gate and hurriedly headed to the factory.

Once I arrived at the factory and changed into my work clothes, my day's work officially began.

In the morning, the workshop received an urgent task: the factory needed to modify an old imported machine tool to meet new production requirements.

This job is technically challenging, requiring familiarity with mechanical structures and electrical controls. Those who can participate are all experienced technical backbones in the factory.

But once he actually got to work, Chen Deshun discovered that the problem was more complicated than he had imagined.

The blueprints for this machine tool were lost long ago, and its internal structure and many parameters can only be figured out through experience.

The experience and insight gained from his rebirth were indeed his advantages, but memory is ultimately limited, especially when it comes to detailed data, which he had long forgotten.

He and his apprentice Liu Jun, along with several experienced workers, spent the entire morning tinkering with the machine tools, but progress was slow.

"Master, we can't do without blueprints. Why don't we go to the archives and check?" Liu Jun suggested.

Chen Deshun shook his head. The factory's archives were not a place that could be entered casually. Many technical documents were classified as confidential, especially the core data on machine tools, which were all classified as confidential. The borrowing procedures were cumbersome and required approval at each level.

Most importantly, the workshop director had told him that the document room didn't have it, so even if he turned it upside down, he wouldn't find it and would only waste time. He could probably figure it out by spending more time studying it.

Furthermore, his morning of tinkering with the old machine tool wasn't entirely fruitless; a new idea for its modification popped into his head.

It's simpler and more adaptable than any renovation plan I've ever seen in my past life.

However, this idea is still in its infancy. It needs to verify several key application theories to ensure that they do not deviate from the technical points in my memory before it can be further developed.

What we lack most right now is some basic theoretical literature to draw inferences from other cases and fill in the gaps in our thinking.

"If we can find the archives, we won't need so many people here. You stay here, I'll go check the library."

Chen Deshun wiped the oil off his hands, took off his work clothes, and walked towards the factory library.

In the 1980s, the library in a large factory was an important cultural venue, housing a large collection of technical and theoretical books. Unlike the archives, the books here were available for regular employees to read at will.

However, if you want to borrow, you can only borrow two or three literary or popular novels at a time because there are many borrowers.

Technical books are much broader than novels; you can borrow seven or eight at a time.

Book publishing and supply in those days were not as abundant as they are now, especially translated foreign literature, which was in high demand.

Therefore, you must follow the rules when borrowing books from the library. If you don't return them on time, you will be charged two cents a day. Don't think you can avoid paying the fine, because this money will be deducted directly from your salary every month. You can't avoid paying it.

In addition, if a book is lost or severely damaged during borrowing, such as being soiled or missing pages, compensation of three times the book price will be required.

As soon as I entered the library, the unique scent of ink from old books wafted towards me.

A tall, thin man was struggling to carry a stack of books taller than himself, trembling as he tried to place them on the bookshelf.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, the man stumbled, and the books he was holding fell to the ground with a "whoosh" like petals scattered by a fairy.

The man stood there blankly, looking at the mess on the ground, his face full of frustration and helplessness.

Chen Deshun quickly stepped forward, said nothing, squatted down and began to help pick up the books.

The man paused for a moment, then squatted down as well. The two of them silently picked up the scattered books one by one and rearranged them neatly.

"Thank you, comrade."

The man was very grateful, his voice slightly hoarse.

"It's nothing, just a small favor."

Chen Deshun waved his hand, his gaze falling on the man's face.

This was a weathered face, looking to be between forty and fifty years old, with gray hair at the temples and faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He was wearing a very old Zhongshan suit, which made him look somewhat down on his luck.

But his eyes were unusually bright, revealing a sharpness and scholarly air that did not match his appearance.

Chen Deshun stared at him, a vague memory flashing through his mind, and blurted out, "May I ask your name?"

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The man seemed surprised by the question, hesitated for a moment, and then answered, "My name is Lin Qingzhi."

Lin Qingzhi!

Chen Deshun was startled and instantly remembered.

No wonder he looked familiar, it was him!

He didn't know much about Lin Qingzhi's past deeds, only that he held a high position.

He was released just two years ago, but his immigration status remains unresolved.

They can only do temporary jobs with no job security.

The job of a librarian in the factory has low political background requirements; all you need to do is be able to write and register. It is usually assigned to a family member of an employee.

Lin Qingzhi was able to get in because a leader must have put in a good word for him; otherwise, given his status, it would have been impossible.

All the past is unimportant. Chen Deshun knows clearly that Lin Qingzhi's current predicament is only temporary.

It won't be long, more specifically, until June of this year, when the higher authorities will officially issue a document to redress wrongful convictions.

The sooner you clear your name, the greater your chances of growth, because many internal positions will be vacant at this time, and you will be able to get promoted and given important responsibilities.

If the time frame is long, employees may be downgraded or assigned to marginal positions due to the existing government positions being filled and stricter policy enforcement, thus missing out on the golden opportunity.

Lin Qingzhi belonged to the former category. Not long after his rehabilitation, he was reinstated and directly transferred to the industrial and commercial system.

As for the specific position, whether it was a section chief or a deputy director, Chen Deshun couldn't quite remember. Don't think the position is small; this is just the beginning.

It is certain that Lin Qingzhi has a bright future ahead of him, and Chen Jianguo, a small fry with crooked thoughts, is not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

"Comrade? What's wrong?"

Seeing Chen Deshun staring blankly at him, Lin Qingzhi touched his face and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

"Oh, no, no."

Chen Deshun came to his senses and smiled: "I just think Comrade Lin, your name is very meaningful, unlike us rough people whose names are marked by the times. I named my son Jianguo, Jianye, and Jianshe."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingzhi gave a bitter smile: "It's just a name."

He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile: "By the way, what's your name?"

"Chen Deshun," Chen Deshun replied.

Lin Qingzhi said, "If you establish yourself with virtue, everything will go smoothly."

It's not as profound as Lin Qingzhi described; his parents probably only thought about matching couplets when naming him.

The eldest brother is Chen Deli, and the younger brother is Chen Dexiang. If they had had another child back then, the name would definitely have been Chen Deji.

Smooth sailing, good fortune — and more…

Chen Deshun smiled without saying a word, his eyes glancing at the three books neatly stacked on the corner of the table: "Study on the Relationship between XX", "Talking about the First Five-Year Plan", and "How to Understand the International Situation".

The first book elaborates on the ten major relationships that need to be addressed in socialist construction, with the core being "learning from the Soviet Union" and independently exploring a development path suitable for China's national conditions.

The second book mainly explains the strategy of prioritizing the development of heavy industry in the First Five-Year Plan.

The third book analyzes the world situation from the mainstream viewpoints of the time, such as the confrontation between the two major camps and the national liberation movements in Asia, Africa and Latin America, and explains foreign policy, aiming to unify thinking and understanding.

No wonder Lin Qing was able to rise to a high position later. It wasn't just good fortune. Even in such circumstances, he devoted himself to studying policies and understanding the situation. Despite his low position, he never dared to slack off. With such vision and resilience, who else could succeed if not him, regardless of the era?

Chen Deshun then changed the subject, seemingly casually asking, "Comrade Lin, what's your view on the current domestic economic situation?"

Lin Qingzhi was taken aback, not expecting the factory workers to discuss such a topic with him, and he didn't react for a moment.

He snapped out of his shock. His past experiences had made him incredibly cautious. His first reaction was to glance around warily. Only after realizing that times had changed did he relax slightly and whisper, "Comrade, why are you asking me such a question?"

"I didn't mean anything by it. I just noticed the books on your desk. I've been studying those books lately, and since we finally found someone with similar interests, I thought we could chat."

Chen Deshun pointed to the books on the table and casually said, "I feel that life is getting better and better now. Look at what the newspapers say, our country is pursuing the Four Modernizations, and they're even planning to establish special economic zones in the south. With the economy booming, people's lives are getting better and better."

He didn't go into too much depth; he couldn't express anything too profound given his limited knowledge.

He simply recounted some things that were publicly advertised in the newspapers, combined with some things from his past life, and expressed them in rather clumsy language.

But these words, when heard by Lin Qingzhi, made him look at Chen Deshun in a new light.

He had naturally seen all of what Chen Deshun said, but he always thought that this was only the direction of the higher-ups and was still far from ordinary people.

But now, a factory worker can actually glean the future direction of the country's development from scattered information in the newspaper, especially in the south. This kind of insight and knowledge is something that ordinary people don't possess.

Lin Qingzhi's gaze towards Chen Deshun changed, from initial gratitude to scrutiny and curiosity.

He even suspected that this person knew his identity and was deliberately testing him.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea.

Now that I'm in this state, who would care?

A touch of sadness welled up in Lin Qingzhi's heart, and he sighed. He then realized that it was inappropriate to show vulnerability and negative emotions in front of others, so he quickly composed himself and forced a stiff smile: "You're right, the lives of ordinary people will get better and better."

Chen Deshun genuinely wanted to have a chat with him and get to know him better, but seeing his depressed mood, he realized that now was not a good time.

"Since life is getting better and better, why are you unhappy?"

"I'm very happy."

Lin Qingzhi spoke, but his eyes were filled with desolation, mixed with a hint of resentment and helplessness.

Yes, ordinary people's lives are getting better and better, but what about him? His life will probably just stay like this forever.

Lin Qingzhi sighed softly, said nothing more, and turned to get back to work.

Chen Deshun looked at his tense back and didn't ask any further questions.

If he were in that situation, he would probably feel that this was how his life would be, trapped in the small space of a library for life, his former ambitions and talents fading away until they were completely worn away.

He turned around and searched for the reference books he needed for his work on the bookshelf. His eyes quickly scanned the many yellowed books and accurately found the two books on mechanical principles that he needed at the moment. He then took them to Lin Qingzhi to complete the borrowing procedures.

Lin Qingzhi took the book, glanced at it, mechanically stamped and registered it, and then casually reminded him, "Remember to return it on time, or you'll be fined."

Chen Deshun held the book in his hands, looked directly into Lin Qingzhi's eyes, and said solemnly, "Comrade Lin, please believe that the current predicament never represents a permanent predicament. Don't forget your original aspirations, and don't forget your past glories."

Chen Deshun couldn't say what he knew; he could only hint at it. Saying too much would only arouse suspicion.

These words were like a ray of light, suddenly illuminating the depths of Lin Qingzhi's heart, where his deepest obsessions were hidden, and where his most untouchable tenderness was concealed.

Seeing his stunned expression, Chen Deshun said nothing more and turned to leave. But when he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at Lin Qingzhi for a long time. His voice was clear and bright: "Comrade Lin, it is fate that we met. Let me give you a poem."

"poetry?"

"Snow weighs down the bamboo branches, making them droop and almost touch the mud. But when the red sun rises, they will once again reach the sky."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Deshun pushed open the door and left. The wooden door creaked softly, and Lin Qingzhi was left alone in the library again, standing there in a daze.

His lips moved slightly as he murmured the four lines of poetry Chen Deshun had just recited, and a light gradually returned to his dim eyes.

The snow-laden bamboo branches symbolize his current predicament; bowing his head and getting covered in mud represents the humiliation and hardship he has to endure.

The rising sun represents the hope for a turn for the better after the worst. His unwavering aspirations and ambitions remain as high as the heavens.

He's right!

There is no hurdle in life that cannot be overcome. The current difficulties are only temporary. With hope in our hearts, there will eventually be a day when the clouds part and the sun shines through, and we can soar back to the sky!

Lin Qingzhi suddenly raised his head, his gaze passing through the library window to the receding figure outside the door.

The poem is titled "Ode to Snow-Covered Bamboo".

He was very familiar with this poem. In January 1935, Fang Zhimin led the Red Army's Northern Expeditionary Force to fight against the Japanese, but they were surrounded by a large force in the Huaiyu Mountains at the junction of Anhui, Zhejiang and Jiangxi provinces. It was the dead of winter, and they were suffering from hunger and cold. The situation was extremely critical.

During the march, upon seeing the bamboo forest bent under the weight of heavy snow, he was moved by the scene and wrote this poem on the snow with a bamboo branch to encourage his comrades and express his belief in the inevitable victory of the revolution.

In Lin Qingzhi's heart, Fang Zhimin held immense weight, not only as a leader with outstanding achievements, but also as a spiritual symbol and a benchmark of faith that touched the soul.

He once told those who tried to persuade him to surrender: "The enemy can only cut off our heads, but they can never shake our faith!"

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For the ideal, he was willing to sacrifice his life!

Lin Qingzhi stood there for a long time, silently questioning his original intentions and choices.