The receptionist gave Fu Buer a stack of meal tickets and told him that he could use the tickets to eat at the designated restaurant. [Full text reading] Fu Buer felt warm in his heart. This Kun man was so considerate and considerate. Compared with the county government to collect grain, it was really heaven and earth.
After putting down the luggage, the domestic boy wanted to go to the market, and Fu Buer also wanted to do some sightseeing. Then I locked the door and went out - every room here has a padlock, just lock the door and hand the key to the cabinet when you go out.
The area of Dongmen City has doubled compared to a year ago. The original plan was to start from the ditch outside the east gate of Bairen City and extend 300 meters to the west. Now Dongmen Street has been completed as planned, and the first cross street has been extended 30 meters to the north and south. The houses on the cross streets are built in batches and rented to businessmen at low prices. Because of its low prices, it is more popular than the main street. The wandering vendors continued to set up tents in the open spaces on both sides of the street and did not interfere with the rain coming from the east gate.
The two of them walked on the street and felt that everything was new. There are many people on the street, but the road is clean and tidy, and there are rows of small trees planted on both sides - it will be comfortable when it becomes shaded in the future. Fu Buyer has been to the county town, and even the street in front of the county government office is full of sewage, mud ponds, and piles of garbage. The narrow alleys in the corners of the city are even more full of human and animal feces, and the stench is overwhelming.
But he soon discovered the mystery here. There were large rattan baskets every ten feet or so on the street, where passers-by threw their garbage. There were also several dedicated cleaners, wearing uniform blue coarse cloth coats, carrying The big bamboo broom is constantly cleaning the road. If you look closely, you can see that they are still women from the countryside.
Fu Buer thought it was novel and admired it. Who came up with such a good idea? Not to mention that the market where businessmen and travelers gathered was their own village, and all the villagers were members of the family, so it was impossible for them to do this.
Compared with the curious little domestic boy looking around, Fu Buer's mind is a little more flexible. He is slightly different from other landowners who specialize in digging for food in the soil and getting money from long-term workers and tenants. He knows that just farming will never be enough. He didn't have much potential, and he couldn't curry favor with the government. The only way to make money was to go into business. But he had never done business and didn’t know how to do it, and he didn’t dare to try it easily. After visiting Dongmen City this time, I felt that the opportunities here should be good. So I kept looking at the biggest shops to see what kind of goods they had for sale.
As he was watching, he heard a burst of noise in front of him and crowds of people gathered around him. Loving to watch the excitement is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, and Fu Buer is naturally not exempt from it. I saw someone arguing in front of me. One of them was probably a hawker, and the other was wearing a rattan hat and a short-haired black stand-up collared short coat. Wooden buttons, a wide belt around the waist, white leggings on the calves, and straw sandals on the feet. A short wooden stick with a short horizontal handle hung from his butt. There is also a shield-like embroidered cloth on the sleeve, with some incomprehensible patterns and words.
Just listen to this man in strange clothes say: "The first day you entered Dongmen City to set up a stall, someone told you that littering is not allowed here, let alone open defecation. The toilet is along the street, and you still urinate and defecate anywhere. Then, what crime should be committed?!"
The hawker repeatedly begged me, saying that he was in a corner because he had diarrhea and couldn't wait to go to the toilet. I hope the policeman will show mercy.
The police refused to be merciful and insisted on imposing a fine of twenty cents or ten cents. The people around him sympathized with the vendors and couldn't help but boo. The hawker bowed and begged, saying that he really had no money. The policeman said: "Since we don't have money to pay the fine, we will clean the streets for three days in accordance with the provisions of the Public Security Law."
Now the hawker said he was willing to pay the penalty, and the matter was settled. Fu Buyer was amused, and suddenly discovered that the policeman turned out to be Ma Peng. Did this kid do well in the "Kunren" place? He became a "policeman" - probably someone from the third class in the yamen. Fu Buer wanted to establish a friendship with him, so he shouted:
"Old horse!"
Mapeng was escorting the hawker to report to the sanitation station - this was the third person he had caught urinating in public in the past week. This week was the "Environmental Sanitation Week" organized by Director Dugu. Hearing someone greeting him, he looked for the voice and found out it was his former employer. Although there is a class difference between Ma Peng and his boss, and Fu Buyer did not show any kindness to Ma Peng back then, they do not have any hatred towards each other. At least they even stayed in a short-haired prisoner of war camp together, which is one of the three pillars of men. At first glance There is also the joy of meeting old friends again.
"Dong Fu's family!"
"Are you working for Shorthair?"
"Yes, to be a policeman." Ma Peng saw Fu Buer looking at his attire, and pulled up his clothes a little embarrassedly, "This is the uniform, you must wear it if you are a policeman."
"You're dressed like a short-haired gentleman."
Ma Peng blushed: "This is incomparable." Seeing a sign hanging on Fu Buer's chest, he quickly changed the subject: "Master Fu is also here for the meeting?"
"Yes, Mr. Shorthair wants us to come to a meeting. Do you know any news?" Fu Buer quickly inquired.
"I don't know. I'm a police officer. I'm so far away from the short-haired master." He scolded the hawker, "Quickly leave! Don't delay." After saying that, he turned back and said, "Master, you Wait a moment until I send this person to the sanitation station before I talk to you."
Fu Buer was curious about everything now, so he followed Ma Peng to the back of the side street. There was an independent yard there. The yard was filled with garbage baskets like those on the street and many two-wheeled garbage trucks. Some people used iron to rake iron. The shovel is there to sort the garbage and load it into the truck.
"What are you doing to separate the garbage?" Fu Buer asked. In his impression, the garbage in the village was thrown directly into the ditch outside the village.
Ma Peng handed the unlucky hawker to a person at the sanitation station and went through the handover procedures. Said: "The paper and rags inside are sent to the paper mill. The fallen leaves, mules and horses' excrement, and vegetable peels are all dumped into the biogas tank."
"Gas pool?"
"I don't understand either," Ma Peng said. "There is a pool with a large cover just behind the public toilet. Just dump the garbage into it. After a while, it will turn into fertilizer, and the farm people will come and collect it." Let’s go.”
"It doesn't stink to the sky anymore." Fu Buer thought of the smell of the stinking ditch behind the village and frowned.
"It's strange, the pits don't stink at all." Ma Peng said seriously, "They all say that the elders are capable. People who work on the farm say that the fertilizers from these pits don't stink and are very good. It’s fertile and good for growing anything.”
Fu Fuji was a little doubtful: "So awesome?"
Ma Peng smiled: "If you say that the farming skills of the elders are no worse than those of our farmers here. I have worked on the farm several times, but I never thought that the land could be cultivated like this."
Fu Buer immediately became interested: "How do you plant it?"
Ma Peng shook his head and said with a smile: "It's useless for you to ask me. Not to mention your boss, you can't learn the methods of farming, even the biggest local rich man can't learn it. There are too many things in it that I don't recognize."
Fu Buer pestered Ma Peng and asked him to take him to the farm, and promised him benefits, but Ma Peng refused to do it: "I can't help you, boss, with this matter. No one is allowed to enter the farm except members of the commune. I will take him If you go, you will have to abandon your job. If you don't make a fuss, your life will be at risk."
Once he heard that farming would cost one's life, Fu Fu'er became less interested. Ma Peng smiled and said: "There are many fun places here, I will just take you around."
"Aren't you still on duty?"
"It doesn't matter. The elders said that you have to be a good host - that means greeting you well. I'm also doing my job by taking you around."
As he spoke, he led him around the street. A large store is being built along the street, with scaffolding erected and bricklayers working on it.
"This is Boss Lin's Quanfu Vegetable Store. He turned out to be just a vegetable seller who made a fortune buying vegetables, pork, chickens and ducks for the elders. When he opened a house, he even had two wives." Ma Peng said when he said Hou's face was full of envy.
Fu Buyer knew Lin Quanfu - in the past few months, he had been traveling from village to village to buy chickens, ducks and pigs for Shorthair, and he had also been to Meiyang Village. At first, Fu Buer thought that this man was ignorant of life and death and actually openly joined the short-haired army. He didn't expect that he had already made such a big fortune. I feel a little sour in my heart.
Walking past, there was another five-bay front door, with many people coming in and out. "This is a women's cooperative, run by the elders' families."
"Opening a store for women with short hair?" Fu Fuji was a little surprised.
"Yes, it's run by a woman, and all the waiters there are women. This place is also a sight in Dongmen City, and there are many people coming to see the excitement." Ma Peng said, "Do you want to go in and have a look, boss?" , the goods are all in good quality and the price is cheap!”
As soon as I walked to the door, a neatly dressed middle-aged woman in a blue cloth dress came up to me with a smile: "What do you want to buy, sir?"
Ma Peng smiled and said: "This is Mr. Fu Bu'er from Meiyang Village. He is a representative of the conference. Come and take a look."
"Meeting representative? The boss lady said that all meeting representatives will enjoy a 95% discount with their representative card, and they will also get a gift regardless of whether they buy something or not." As he spoke, he put a bunch of crooked numbers on the card on Fu Buer's chest. He copied the pattern and asked Fu Buer to sign it. Fu Buer didn't know how to read, so he had to draw a sign and received a rough paper bag.
Opening the bag, there was a thick, soft and spongy cloth with dense velvet-like coils on it. Judging from the size, it seemed to be a face wash cloth. There is also a line of words woven in red thread on it: "Memorial of the First Lingao Political Consultative Conference and Business Association Meeting" and signed "Congratulations from Lingao Women's Cooperative, 1629". Fu Buer didn't know the words, and he was afraid it was some treacherous word, so Ma Peng read it to him once and explained the meaning. Fu Buer was surprised that Ma Peng, a poor man, could actually read.
"Mapeng, don't you know how to read?"
"That was in the past. To work here, everyone had to read and recognize Arabic numerals." Mapeng said seriously: They all received literacy activities in batches. All the people who work for the Shorthairs are literate, can read three to four hundred Chinese characters, and can read newspapers and notices. ! ~!
