Yun Suji made the request and was the first to go to Standard Village. ;乐;文;novel www.lw＋xs.com [Feng\/黄\/ Fast update please search] On the map, many standard villages are distributed in a cross shape along the Nandu River and Chengmai Highway. Yun Suji asked the county office to introduce him to a more progressive village. The planning cadre of the county office turned over the card and said that Borang Village in the south of Pingshenling was a model village, so he recommended him to Borang Village.
According to the system, the county office must send a correspondent to notify the village chief and village cadres to come to the county for a meeting, and then introduce the elder Yun. However, Yun Suji said that village cadres are usually busy with work, and last time they spent at least half a day in the city, it was not worth it. He was accustomed to dealing with the farmers in Tiandihui in Lingao, so he drove lightly, changed his clothes, did not take a carriage, took a slide pole, wore straw sandals, took a boat to the edge of the village, and walked in by himself. Four guards also disguised themselves as ordinary farmers and followed from a distance.
There is still more than a mile from the ferry to the village. The road into the village is a dirt road, but it is neatly repaired and leveled. There are no potholes or depressions on the road. Some small trees have been planted. Although the trees are thin, they are also green and lush, so you can see It took a lot of effort to maintain it. No wonder the naturalized cadres from the county office said this is an "advanced village."
Yun Suji walked slowly over, and not long after he saw there was a big tree on the side of the road. Under the tree, an old man was resting, with a pair of baskets beside him, smoking and taking a rest.
Yun Suji's heart moved: If he just ran into the village like this, he would see that the person must be a member of the public, and he would naturally speak in a superficial way. I didn't hear anything useful. The countryside is a society of acquaintances, and no one dares to say anything when a stranger comes. This old man was resting on the roadside. He was from either this village or a neighboring village. He should know a lot about the situation in Borang Village.
Then he took out a cigarette from his pocket and walked to him: "Old man, please lend me a fire."
He didn't know where the old man was from, but he spoke in a new dialect.
"Hit." The old man was very happy and handed the cigarette pot over. Yun Suji took the cigarette, lit it against the fire, and took a puff.
"You look like a cadre, but you don't carry an Australian fire with you?"
"I went out in a hurry and forgot to bring it with me." Yun Suji heard that his accent was the Mandarin of the Central Plains, and he felt very close to him. "Old man, are you from Henan?"
"Yes, I'm from Henan Province."
Yun Suji knew that the so-called Henan Prefecture refers to Luoyang. Immediately, I sat down next to him and said, "Then you and I are still half the same country. I was granted the title." Unconsciously, there was a hint of Henan accent in his accent.
"Are you from Henan, too?" The old man's words were indeed somewhat intimate, "What are you doing here?"
"Get over there!"
Yun Suji said as he saw that all the cigarettes in the pot of his pipe had been smoked out. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and said, "Here, smoke mine."
The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "That thing is very expensive. Just buy a pack of circulation coupons. I will smoke my own leaves..."
Yun Suji suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his cigarettes, and what he was carrying was a special holy ship. No one among the naturalized people or natives smoked this. Fortunately, this old man didn't smoke cigarettes, otherwise he would have noticed something was wrong immediately.
"You're welcome, just smoke it." Yun Suji forced it into his hand and lit it for him.
The old man took a sip: "Hey, it's really not bad! It's just not strong enough."
Yun Suji smiled and could see that the other party's guard had relaxed a lot. He took the opportunity to ask: "Old man, are you from this village too?"
"I'm from this village." The old man smoked a cigarette. "I'm going to a meeting today. I sold my goods in exchange for some oil and salt and came back. You look like a cadre?"
"I'm from the county. I went to Boli Village to do some errands." He deliberately mentioned the name of the neighboring village.
"It turns out they are from the county..." The old man hurriedly started to get up.
"Don't be polite, we don't want to do that." Yun Suji said, "We are fellow villagers meeting fellow villagers, and we want to say a few words of appreciation. Don't use this false courtesy."
"Medium." The old man nodded repeatedly and looked Fan Yun Suji up and down, "You also came from Shandong with the chief the year before last?"
"Me," Yun Suji said vaguely, "but I have already followed the leader when he came to Lingao."
"Then you are from Chen..."
"What a newcomer from Chen." Yun Suji said with a smile, "Are you still living a good life here?"
"What I didn't say is that it's the same as before. Don't talk about oil and salt in my hometown. Just some bean dregs and cakes are a good meal."
"How many acres of land does your family have?"
"When I settled down, I was given 30 acres. I didn't want even an acre. I wanted an acre of private land to grow some vegetables. We are not farmers." The old man said with a smile, "I can't do farm work. I am a tofu grinder in my hometown. I want to be with you." Sleeves (My wife opened a tofu shop, but the cadres in this village did not allow it. They said that tofu shops are not allowed in the village. To open a tofu shop, you have to get approval from the county. As a small commoner, how can I dare to go into the county government office to speak. It is not easy for me to speak new words. If one mistake is made, I will hit forty boards first, and I will lose my two old legs..."
"Look what you said, the county office of the Senate is not the county office of the Ming Dynasty. If you want to go, just go, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Ordinary people don't dare to gasp when they see a cadre, let alone go to the county to deal with officials. If you don't open it, you won't open it. Anyway, we still have skills, so we won't be hungry if we do anything."
Yun Suji couldn't figure out why he was not allowed to open a tofu shop. He thought that such a food factory would need to make tofu. Then he saw that the piles on his pick were wrapped in lotus leaves, tied with straw outside, and there were also With two oil paper baskets tied up, I couldn't help but wonder: "What are you selling?"
The old man smiled and said: "It's pancakes. There are construction sites everywhere in the county, and there are hardworking workers everywhere. My pancakes are delicious, but I am also very hungry. In the oil paper basket is the watermelon sauce made by sleeves this year. Take it together. For sale, more than a hundred kilograms of pancakes and two baskets of watermelon jam were sold out in half an hour."
"You can also make pancakes?" Yun Suji was surprised. Henan people like pasta, especially steamed buns, but I have never heard of anyone making pancakes by themselves.
"We don't know how to do it. But this village is full of Shandong people, and they have learned a lot about it. What's so strange? We are all used to grinding and mixing, and we can only make it better than them." The old man smoked, " The weather here is warm, and the ground is full of edible things. Even planting a garden is easier than in Henan! We grind them together and blend them. It’s delicious and saves food. I’ll make a few bucks if I work hard. ―The son hasn’t married yet.”
Yun Suji smiled and said: "You still have a son? He won't go out to do small business with you?"
The old man smoked the cigarette butt until it almost burned his hand, then reluctantly threw it away and said: "I have raised four sons and three daughters. Now I have only one younger son left, who is only sixteen - his sister died after arriving in Hainan. What a waste. Otherwise, if you get married, you can get a wife back. If I had known, the little girl on the road would have picked one up and brought it with me when I was fleeing... The betrothal gifts here are too expensive."
Yun Suji saw that he spoke easily, but the knife-like skin and dark face on his face were telling the story of the hardships of this journey. Just listen to him continue to say, "My son is an apprentice in a brick and tile factory and gets paid. When he becomes a worker, he becomes ambitious. Let alone go home, he doesn't even send a message. His mother is worried. I heard that there are often riots in the factory. People died in the accident..."
"Aren't you worried?"
"What's the use of worrying." The old man picked up the cigarette pot and Yun Suji handed over another cigarette. This time he didn't give in and lit it directly. "Life or death is a matter of fate. Who can imagine that if you escape from your hometown? Come here to live a peaceful life?" He sighed, "How many people kicked off their legs and fed wild dogs on the road? If you can live and live a peaceful life, you have earned it, don't you always say that?"
"Yes, yes." Yun Suji nodded. I thought to myself, it's no wonder that they are so rich: they are all people who have been through the gate of hell. They have seen too much about life, separation and death, and it is easy to adopt the attitude of having wine now and getting drunk tomorrow. He also asked about the situation in the village, how the land was being cultivated, and whether there was enough food to eat.
"I don't know anything about farming. It looks like the farming is good, much better than farming in my hometown. There is enough food to eat, and there are many children. People with weak labor are short of food, so eating more pumpkins can make up for it. I haven’t heard of anyone who can’t get rid of the pot. It’s just that they have to do too much labor and can’t catch their breath…”
As they were talking, a young man came running over from the other side of the village. He was in his early twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was not tall, but he looked powerful and energetic. Wearing a blue cloth double-breasted cadre uniform, the old man saw him running towards him. He stood up in panic and threw the cigarette butt aside. Just as he was about to run away, the young man caught up and grabbed him.
"Well, you old man Meng, don't think that I won't take care of you because you are relying on your old age. I asked you to go to the construction site to work as a front station, but you couldn't dodge and said you were going to the county town to see your son! It turned out that you were doing small business." He raised his hand. With one punch, Lao Meng was knocked upside down, and then with another kick, he knocked his guts to the ground. The pancakes wrapped in lotus leaves immediately rolled to the floor, and the two baskets also turned over.
Seeing that he was about to kick the basket, Yun Suji quickly stopped him: "You have something to say, why are you beating people? This is food, we can't waste it casually!"
When the young man saw Cheng Yaojin coming out of nowhere, he looked like a cadre, and his tone softened slightly: "Who are you?"
"I'm from the county, and I work around here."
"Since it's from the county, you should know that the county has just issued a notice to strengthen the supporting facilities for winter water conservancy construction, and will mobilize the strong laborers from more than a dozen villages here to work on the construction site. If you arrive late, you will not get good results! He is an old man, I don’t expect him to work hard either. He can always go to the front station and cook. Just lie and dodge!"
Yun Suji already understood and was about to offer some words of advice when the young man scolded Old Man Meng again: "You should go back to the village as soon as possible to make preparations. If you don't go to the construction site for me today, I will call you a militiaman." Take you to the labor camp to dig out sand!"
Old Meng didn't dare to speak, so he packed up his bags and headed to the village. Young cadres followed behind. Yun Suji thought that there was no prison in Qiongshan, so how could a "re-education through labor team" be created out of thin air? Fei Si said that some cadres beat and arrested people at will, which seems to be true. (To be continued.)
