The third aunt saw that Liu Haizhong was really angry and quickly agreed to the method he said.

"Okay! But tell me how much it will cost?"

"I don't know about this, after all, I don't usually interact with comrades in the public security field. Let's just watch while walking. Isn't it just eating, drinking, and giving gifts? Which is more important, money or Lao Yan?

Can’t tell? You’re right.”

"Sigh... His second uncle, I won't hide it from you. Our family only has a total of 500 yuan. This is the money that Lao Yan prepared to help Jie Cheng find a job before he left. You also know the situation of our family. We have been counting on him for so many years.

You can eat and drink with Lao Yan's salary, so you should save your money, and when Lao Yan comes back, I will ask him to thank you properly."

Liu Haizhong waved his hand and said seriously: "I can't say thank you. We are all the stewards of the courtyard. I am not a person like Lao Yi. I just help others and cause trouble. I will wait until Lao Yan comes home. There will be no more people in the courtyard in the future."

Whatever it is, you just ask him to actively cooperate with my work."

"I see."

"Then let's talk like this first, and then you can prepare some food stamps for me."

"Hey, when do you think this will start?"

"You have to wait until the third grade of junior high school at the earliest. By the way, bring me the cigarettes and wine you bought last time. I will go to the factory in the second grade of junior high school first. If I can directly contact the comrades of our factory security office, then

Things are much simpler."

"Hey, Jie Cheng, hurry up and get the things!"

"knew."

Liu Haizhong took the things with a smile and asked the third aunt: "Old Yan family, if I don't succeed in this matter, can I still use these things and return them to you?"

"Impossible! I said the wrong thing last time, and I regretted it so much that I couldn't sleep all night. Please stop picking on me."

"That's good, that's good, let's go."

"Jie Cheng will send it to your second uncle immediately."

"Save it."

Liu Haizhong waved his hand, took the cigarettes and wine back to his home and threw them on the table.

"Guangqi, take two bottles of wine and a big front door to your master. This is your apprenticeship ceremony. When you go back to the machine factory, you have to learn the craft from him."

"I know, Dad! Where did you get this big front door? Big money!"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

"oh."

Liu Haizhong opened a pack of large front doors, took out one, lit it and took a sip.

"Huh...this cigarette only tastes good when you smoke it."

In the rehabilitation class at Qinghe Farm, Zhou Wenzhong was sitting cross-legged on the kang, surrounded by more than 10 inmates who were following him to join in the fun.

Zhou Wenzhong looked at Shen Qingsheng, then turned to look at Ji Erliang and Ma You.

He crushed the pai gow in his hand with his right thumb, held it in his left hand and banged it. He looked at the four packs in front of him again and sighed.

"I really can't play like this anymore. The biggest cards I've seen all afternoon are the two benches. Let alone the sky cards, I haven't even touched a land card. You three are not two-land pairs.

It means double plums and double harmony. I am either a mixed seven or a mixed five. I belong to my grandma Rite!"

"Why do you talk so much! When you have matched your cards, show them quickly. Look at the bearish look on your face."

Zhou Wenzhong straightened up and came to them to take a look. After sitting back, he arranged the cards again and then placed them on the kang.

"A pair of axes and miscellaneous goods, you can't let me eat none of them, right?"

The three of them also showed their cards, and the prisoners behind them once again began to gather together.

"well…"

"What a pity...I get eaten to death every time."

"The enemy card is like this."

Zhou Wenzhong heard the sighs of others and threw the big front door in front of him onto the kang.

"I only have so much left, you can take them all. I haven't won a single card yet!"

Ji Erliang pushed all the cigarettes to Shen Qingsheng's legs with a mean smile. Shen Qingsheng shook his head and said, "You two can smoke it by yourselves. I'm not talking about you two, it's too ugly."

"Brother Six, the two of us really didn't do anything. This guy is too lazy."

"Yes, Brother Six. I don't even want to win. I've never been so lucky in my life."

"Okay, okay."

Zhou Wenzhong picked up the cotton-padded jacket on the bamboo pole next to the coal stove, shook it, and put it on directly on his body. He thought to himself: How can the technique be worth the storage space? I will give you whatever cards I want.

On the morning of the second day of the Lunar New Year, Zhou Wenzhong started walking around carrying a hammer again. The cigarettes he lost yesterday were the expenses for his "political asylum".

Because Yan Bugui farted while sleeping last night, his symptoms of hematuria became much worse today.

At this time, in the auditorium of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, more than 400 young female workers from the cotton spinning factory, the clothing factory, the second spinning factory and other brother units gathered together.

Sitting on the standard wooden chairs in the auditorium, I enjoyed large-scale musicals: "We Workers Have Power", "The People's Communes Are Good", "Party, Dear Mother", "Members Are Sunflowers", "Workers and Peasants Armed Together", "Xisha, My Lovely Hometown", "Little Screw Hat"...

The door outside the auditorium was crowded with people. Unmarried young men stood on tiptoes or stood on the table to look inside. People who knew each other commented on the lesbians in a certain row and seat.

The faces of these people have never seen the world, which fully reflects the glorious title of "Monk Factory".

"Pa bang bang..."

Xu Damao stood on the stage with a red face and pressed his palms twice to the audience. Then he walked to the front of the podium and adjusted the microphone wrapped in red cloth.

"Now please enjoy the Soviet poetry recitation "Wait for Me" brought to you by the production team of the first workshop of the Second Textile Factory. The next program is "The Fight Will Continue", comrades in the textile factory, please be ready. "

"Pa bang..."

Xu Damao walked down the makeshift steps, returned to the auditorium and sat in the first row. He tilted his head and looked at the group of lesbians from the Soviet art troupe opposite, and took a sip.

"Da Mao, your voice is pretty good, comparable to that of radio announcers."

"Hey! Section chief, are you here to guide the work? Sit down quickly, I've reserved a seat for you."

"Well. How's it going, Damao? There are quite a few unmarried young women from our brother's unit here today. Are there any that you like? If so, I'll go help you. After all, your personal problems are also under my control. "

Xu Damao had a mean smile on his face and raised his left hand unconsciously. The direction he pointed was the location of the Soviet Art Troupe. The propaganda section chief looked in the direction and took out a notebook from his jacket pocket without changing his expression. .

"Da Mao, there's a word I can't write. Can you help me write it?"

"No problem, section chief, which word did you say?"

"The word death."

Xu Damao was so frightened that he dropped his pen to the ground. He quickly picked it up and blew away the dust on it.

"Section Chief, I'm just kidding you. It's just a joke. You have a cigarette."

"It better be a joke."

Xu Damao sat on a chair, took out a match, lit a cigarette for him, and looked at the lesbian sitting to the north.

"Section Chief, those female workers are wearing cadre uniforms. Which factory are they from?"

The head of the Publicity Section took a look and replied: "It's from the Grain Bureau."

"The Grain Bureau is also a sister unit of our steel rolling mill?"

"The Grain Bureau and all factories across the country are jointly constructed units. You can not wear clothes, take medicine, or take a shower, but you can't stop eating food, right? Didn't you see that the people in the purchasing department are fawning over them?

If we don’t serve them well, our factory canteen will be smashed by the workers.”

Xu Damao nodded after hearing this. He couldn't afford to offend the Soviet Art Troupe, nor could he afford to offend the Grain Bureau. He could only look for targets among female workers in other factories.

Looking around in circles, Xu Damao was already dazzled. Normally everyone thought it was good, but today everyone thought it was average. There was nothing I could do about it, the Soviet art troupe was displayed here, and there was no comparison at all.

"How's it going? Is there anyone you like?"

"not yet."

The propaganda section chief stood up and patted Xu Damao on the shoulder.

"I'll withdraw first. After a while, you will have someone take them to visit our steel rolling mill. Tell them more about the history and output of our mill. Finally, go to the publicity board. I have replaced the photos above with those of our mill.

Single male workers. If a lesbian falls in love with her, ask the comrades from the factory women's federation to leave her information and then hand it over to the comrades from the factory organization office. This is a big deal, so don't take it seriously.

"

"Don't worry. I'm familiar with this job."

"Well, thank you for your hard work. There is a dinner party in the factory in the afternoon. I have already written your name on it. You can have two more drinks for me then."

"Thank you, section chief. Please walk slowly."

The propaganda section chief turned around, looked at Xu Damao, nodded with a smile and left.

Comrade Liu Haizhong was sitting at Yan's house with his back straight.

"I have given away those things from the old Yan family."

"What did they say?"
To be continued...