Chapter 371 Portrait

Author: Xiangdongxiangdong

Kangjiagou Village, the most famous urban village in the capital in later generations, was the first choice for countless people drifting to the north. In this era, it was still just a small, remote village.

After driving a jeep on a muddy road for half an hour, Li Weidong saw a small village gradually rising at the end of the green farmland.

"This place is too remote. Isn't the person you are looking for from the capital city?"

Ding Qiunan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, frowned.

"Hey, that old man only has a daughter, not a son. Now that he is old, he is taking care of himself at his daughter's house." Fatty Yu took a piece of paper and carefully compared the scenery next to him. On the paper, there were winding roads drawn on them.

Deputy hand drawn map.

"Weidong, the village in front should be right there. You turn right from the pond on the left."

The words were not spoken yet.

"Click"

The jeep came to an emergency stop, and Fatty Yu was caught off guard, leaning against the backrest of the front driver's seat.

Rubbing his forehead, he saw someone blocking the road in front of him. Fatty Yu gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to block the road these days. It's really boring!"

He casually pulled out a steel bar from under the seat and reached out to push the door open, but was stopped by Li Weidong.

"Fat man, don't worry, those people don't seem to be robbers. Let me go down and take a look."

"Comrade Li Weidong, let's turn the car back, shall we?"

Ding Qiunan saw the young men in front of him through the car window, with shotguns on their shoulders, looking a little worried.

She had heard from workers at the machinery factory that there were some remote villages in this world that were very evil.

After the stranger enters, that person disappears from this world without a trace.

"It's okay, just wait in the car."

Li Weidong inserted the pistol into his waist, lifted up the hem of his cotton-padded jacket to block it, put his hands in his trouser pockets, pushed open the car door, and walked up in a swaggering manner.

"Brothers, what do you mean?"

As he spoke, he looked at these people with hidden eyes.

Most of the people were in their twenties, with sallow complexions and messy hair. They were wearing cotton-padded jackets with lots of patches, their belts were made of thick hemp rope, their cotton trousers were dirty, and the trouser legs were stained with mud. This was a suburban commune.

The standard image of corporate members.

The only difference is that a little man on the far left who is only 1.6 meters tall is carrying an old-fashioned shotgun on his shoulder. The handle of the gun is made of jujube and is shiny, and the barrel has been carefully maintained without a trace of rust.

It seems like it should be used regularly.

This old-fashioned shotgun was filled not with bullets, but with gunpowder and steel balls. After finding it, Li Weidong's eyes fell on the black ammunition bag hanging on the man's waist, and his hand unconsciously touched the pistol.

This kind of old-fashioned shotgun is also called a spray gun. Its range and accuracy are very poor, but once you start grabbing, the oncoming steel balls that are like a goddess scattering are extremely dangerous.

It can be said that within five meters, even if you have the speed to dodge bullets, you cannot dodge hundreds of steel balls.

When Li Weidong looked at these people, the young man who took the lead was also the only one wearing a ragged felt hat.

The old felt hat was also looking Li Weidong up and down.

"Mao suit, four pockets, a pen in the jacket pocket, eh, a leader from the city?"

"Leaders don't count, we are from a machinery factory." As he spoke, Li Weidong took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a few and scattered them.

Those people took the cigarette, and their faces suddenly became much better. When they struck the match, the vigilant look on their faces had disappeared without a trace.

The old felt hat took a deep breath from the cigarette and exhaled a cloud of white mist: "I think the machinery factory has heard of it. Where is your road?"

Lutiao Li Weidong frowned vaguely. He was in a hurry to leave the city today, and he really forgot about it.

There have been too many people fleeing famine in recent years. In order to control the population and ensure material supplies, roads are needed in and out of the capital.

"No way, no way"

The old felt hat was about to speak when a large package appeared in front of him.

The rest of the sound was suddenly choked in his throat.

The old felt hat couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He looked around, but didn't see the commune leader. He grabbed the cigarette case and put it in his pocket.

He smiled brightly and said, "Second uncle, are you here to visit relatives?"

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Li Weidong was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

"You gotta get out of the way, didn't you see that my second uncle and grandpa are coming?" Ragged Felt Hat turned around and got out of the way. Seeing the members of the club still standing in confusion on the road, he was so angry that he went up and started again.

Beaten and kicked.

"Captain Liu, you also have your second uncle and grandpa, why didn't I know about it?" A member of the commune was kicked and stretched out his sleeve to wipe his nose.

The remaining members of the club also hid back and forth, refusing to get out of the way.

"Okay, you'll all be part of it later. Stop messing around and let the people in the commune know. We won't get anything." The ragged felt hat glared at him fiercely and lowered his voice and said, "These people are driving jeeps.

, there will definitely be no problem.”

"Yes, yes, it's my second uncle and grandpa." Then the members of the club got out of the way.

"boom!"

The jeep roared in front of them and slapped them. Fatty Yu in the car, covering his head, muttered in a low voice: "These commune members are too cunning."

"Why, only us city people are smart, and the club members are not allowed to be cunning?"

Li Weidong chuckled: "The only difference between us and them is that we were separated by less than twenty miles when we were reincarnated."

Fatty Yu looked at Li Weidong in surprise: "Okay, I didn't expect that you are now a leader and your ideological consciousness has also improved."

"Stop talking nonsense, I just want to tell you that no one in this world is born to be a fool."

Listening to these words, Ding Qiunan had a thoughtful look on his face.

The old worker that Fatty Yu found was named Tu Shan. He was nearly seventy years old this year. When he mentioned what happened back then, his face still turned red with excitement.

He waved his palmless arm, his cracked face full of anger:

"My dear, you are young and have not experienced that era.

At that time, factory owners did not regard workers as human beings at all. We had to work in the workshop for ten hours every day.

There is a time limit for eating and going to the hut.

If anyone dares to be lazy, not only will his wages be deducted, but the beasts in the factory guard team will also wave their whips and give him a few whips.

There were iron nails hanging on the leather of the whip, and when it was struck on a person, it was like a bloody trail. A young man, after being whipped several times, would be unable to move while lying on the ground.

I was young and energetic at the time, but I couldn't see them bullying my co-workers, so I rushed forward to stop them.

Who knew that bully Hu Sanshou, following the order of the factory owner, actually put my palm under the roller mill?"

At this point, Tu Shan's eyes were filled with anger, and his left hand holding the enamel jar began to tremble.

"Dad, don't mention what happened back then." His daughter hurriedly stepped forward and patted him on the back.

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Tu Shan let out a long breath, then calmed down, and said in a trembling voice: "Didn't the leaders of our commune say that forgetting the past is tantamount to betrayal!"

"Now that we are liberated, workers are the masters of the country. Not only can they get wages while working, but even if I can't work now, I can still get pensions."

"Have you dared to think of this before?"

"Children, if you have not suffered the hardships of the old society, you cannot understand the greatness of the new society."

Although Tu Shan's voice was hoarse, these words shook Li Weidong's head like a thunder.

Yes, if you are born under the sun, you will never understand the difficulty of being in the dark.

He admired the greatness of his ancestors more and more.

Without them, we might still have to be driven by whips in a dark, damp and dirty workshop, living a life worse than a pig or a dog.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became serious, and even the fat man who always liked to laugh and laugh closed his mouth and straightened his body.

I don't know how long it took before Tushan broke free from the memories of the past.

"Boy, are you going to pull out Hu San's hands?"

"Yeah, I encountered something recently. I suspect that Hu Sanshou is behind it. I also hope you can help tell his facial features." Li Weidong pointed to Ding Qiunan next to him and introduced: "This

The lesbian is the painter I invited."

"Well, well, well, catch Hu Sanshou and let him receive the punishment he deserves. This is also to avenge me and my oppressed co-workers!"

Ding Qiunan then drew a portrait of Hu Sanshou based on Tu Shan's memory.

He has a beard, high eyebrows, high cheekbones, and shallow lips. He is not a good person at first glance.

"Thank you, old comrade, this is our little thought."
To be continued...