It’s the busy farming season again, and the Xianjiqiao brigade is a busy scene everywhere. Zhou Maolin is sitting on the ridge of the field, smoking a cigarette. Secretary Maolin’s dry tobacco stick has been thrown away, and he is smoking machine-made cigarettes. The cigarettes are not expensive, and they are smoked.
It costs more than a pack. It is softer and more fragrant than dry smoke.
The weather has been good this year, and the grains are getting better and better. This year's harvest should be good. But Zhou Maolin just can't be happy.
The rumors of farm distribution to households became louder and louder, and people in Xianjiqiao began to feel uneasy. Zhou Maolin wanted to stop all this from happening, but found that his own power was too small to stop the development trend of this era.
"Secretary Maolin, the harvest is so good, why are you looking so sad?" The old Taoist came over and fanned the surrounding smoke with his hand. The old Taoist didn't like the smell of this kind of cigarette.
"Well, maybe this time next year, we in Xianjiqiao will have to divide the fields into households." Zhou Maolin sighed. Seeing the old Taoist coming over, Zhou Maolin quickly pinched the cigarette in his hand, and was reluctant to throw away the half-smoked cigarette.
Put it back into the crumpled cigarette box. People like Zhou Maolin are nothing in Xianji Bridge. Some elderly people in the brigade who are reluctant to buy cigarettes will pick up the cigarette butts that others have smoked and thrown away on the road.
, put the unfinished tobacco together and continue smoking.
"Just divide it, why do you worry?" the old Taoist said with a smile.
"I'm not willing to accept it. Our team has developed to this point. If we separate, wouldn't it be abandoned halfway?" Zhou Maolin said.
"But what's the use? In the end, everyone is still looking forward to dividing the fields? What do you think you are afraid of? Based on your ability, if the fields are divided, you can still have no food? The general trend is! You can stop it once,
At most, it will linger on for a few years. After a few years, there will still be points. Look at the current production team, those who do not work hard and those who harm the public and private interests... Do you think there is any hope if this continues? How can some people know what they are now if they don't experience the hardships?
Are your days not easy?" said the old Taoist.
"Yes. The fields are divided. Sooner or later, the machinery factory will be destroyed, and the production team's machinery will be ruined sooner or later. Our production team has finally saved all these assets, but they will all be lost. Alas! Give me another five years, and I guarantee that all the money will be lost.
This road needs to be repaired. As secretary of this brigade, I have to leave something behind, and I just want to repair this road." Zhou Maolin said painfully.
"The road of the Xianji Bridge Brigade is also paved with sand, which is much better than that of other brigades. In the past, only tractors could drive in. Now cars can also get in," Lao Dao said.
"I want to build asphalt roads like those in the city," Zhou Maolin said.
"The Xianji Bridge is electrified in your hands, which can be considered a credit." The old Taoist said.
"What kind of credit is this? The machinery factory and the hydropower station are all the work of Changxing and have nothing to do with me. In the past, the Xinqiao Brigade built the dam and blocked the water of our Xianji Bridge Brigade, but we had no way. It was all Changxing.
The credit of the Xianjiqiao brigade has made the people of the Xianjiqiao brigade straighten up. I can't even hold on to this little family fortune now. If Chang Xing were at home, this would definitely not be the case." Zhou Maolin's face turned red.
"Forget it, let's go back. Go to my house for a drink. Drink some wine and your worries will be gone," the old Taoist said.
"If you want to go, you are also going to my house. Once Chang Xing leaves, your house will be like a doghouse. Wait until Chang Xing and his family come back and see how they scold you." Zhou Maomin said.
"This bastard has been out for so long, and it's hard to even write a letter back. Wanyi often writes to me. She also sends photos back." Lao Dao said.
"Isn't that because Chang Xing went to Xiangjiang? It's not convenient to send letters to China. He must be afraid of causing trouble to you. It's serious to have overseas relations." Zhou Maolin said.
"I haven't heard from you for a while, and I don't know what's going on now? I don't know how tall Chang Qing has grown?" said the old Taoist.
"Old Taoist Priest, don't worry, maybe they will come back as soon as we talk." Zhou Maolin said.
"This bastard is dazzled by the colorful world outside and doesn't know where the path to Xianji Bridge is going." The old Taoist said dissatisfied.
"Old Taoist Priest! Look, who is that?" Zhou Maolin glanced at the entrance of the village inadvertently, and saw a jeep speeding towards him, kicking up dust all the way.
"Secretary Maolin, please stop teasing this old guy like me. Chang Xing is not coming back now. He has just established a foothold in Xiangjiang, and he will definitely not come back so soon." The old Taoist still glanced at the road at the entrance of the village.
I actually saw a jeep.
In recent years, Xianji Bridge has often been reported by party newspapers and magazines at all levels as a model. There are often some vehicles coming, even black cars. But the number of times is not too many. The leaders above or the party newspapers and magazines
If a radio or TV station wants to come for an interview, they will usually notify you in advance. Usually, it is easy to get a car to Xianjiqiao.
After all, the Xianjiqiao brigade is probably the only one who can take a bus to Xianjiqiao.
"Old Taoist Priest, go back and take a look. Maybe Chang Xing is back. Come on, let's go back together." Zhou Maolin said.
The two stood up together.
Before Zhou Maolin and Lao Dao arrived at home, the jeep had already arrived under the big maple tree and stopped. Chang Qing was the first to open the door and jump out of the car.
"Master! I'm back!" Chang Xing shouted loudly and ran towards home.
"Chang Qing! Master is here!" The old Taoist ran towards the big maple tree with tears streaming down his face.
Chang Xing got out of the car, opened the door of the back seat, let Wu Wanyi get out of the car, and then shouted into the car: "Master, it's been a hard journey. Let's go and sit at home. This trip will not be easy, otherwise we would be here
Have a night’s rest before leaving.”
The driver turned off the engine and jumped out of the car: "After traveling through so many rural areas, the road in your village is the best. It is indeed a model village in our county."
"In a few years, our village will be even better," Chang Xing said.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult. Now we are about to distribute the fields to each household. Although the situation of your brigade is better, I'm afraid it won't be much better if it is distributed to private individuals." The driver said.
"Are the fields going to be divided among households?" Chang Xing was a little surprised.
"Now the county is already planning to allocate fields to households. Many places across the country have done this, and it may be promoted soon," the driver said.
"Our team has developed so well, is it necessary to divide it?" Wu Wanyi didn't understand.
"It's good to develop well, but everyone doesn't want to eat from the big pot. Everyone's abilities are different. If you do well or badly, some people will be dissatisfied. When the land is distributed to households everywhere, the people in your brigade are willing to do it.
?" The driver often followed the county leaders everywhere and knew much more than the average person. Chang Xing had a good relationship with Secretary Tian, and the driver dared to talk about some things in front of Chang Xing.
While talking, Chang Qing had already run in front of Lao Tao. Before Lao Tao could hug Chang Qing, the old cat jumped into Chang Qing's arms.
The old cat has tears in his eyes. He has done good deeds. I haven't had a good meal of meat without you at home. That old guy goes out to eat every day. Other homes give the old guy a good meal, so where can I get it?
You know how to take care of my old cat. Not many people in the Xianjiqiao Brigade feed the cats. They all make a living by catching mice. My old cat has old bones, but the mice can’t be caught.
Dahuang also pounced on him, following Chang Xing around and around.
The old man was dissatisfied and picked up the old cat and threw it aside: "This damn old cat has gained weight again. Dahuang, please don't always feed the old cat too much meat. How much meat are you wasting by raising it so fat? And
You can’t kill Xia.”
"Meow!" the old cat yelled angrily. Old guy, if you can, don't let me down, otherwise I will never finish with you. As a result, the old cat felt like he was flying. After flying in the air for several seconds,
He fell on a haystack.
Okay! Old guy, you win. The old cat spread its legs and lay lazily on the straw.
"Master, I'm ignoring you! You threw away my old cat!" Chang Qing put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes angrily, expressing extreme indignation at the old Taoist's cat abuse.
The old Taoist was dumbfounded, good guy, my status is not as good as that old fat cat.
"Chang Qing, Master is joking with the old cat. Didn't you see how comfortable the old cat is lying on it?" Wu Wanyi said quickly.
Chang Qing glanced at the haystack, and the old cat seemed to be really enjoying it. It turned out that the master was playing with the old cat, and he quickly said: "Master, I want to fly one too."
How could the old Taoist be willing to throw Chang Qing away? He waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, Master has a handful of bones, but I can't throw you away."
"Alas." Chang Qing expressed great regret. It would be great if he could be a trapeze artist like Lao Mao.
"Master." Wu Wanyi walked over with a smile.
"Hey." The old Taoist responded happily.
"Master." Chang Xing came over and shouted.
As a result, the old Taoist snorted, ignored it, and picked up Chang Qing: "Go home!"
"Secretary Maolin." Chang Xing smiled at Zhou Maolin after being disappointed.
"Old Taoist Master is looking forward to your return every day. Chang Xing, I heard that you went to Xiangjiang, how is it there? Is there gold everywhere?" Zhou Maolin asked.
"Xiangjiang was actually a fishing village at the beginning. Later, the foreign devils took over, and it was very poor at the beginning. It has gradually improved over the years. It has not reached the point where there is gold everywhere," Chang Xing said.
"How many years do you think it will take for our village to develop to their level?" Zhou Maolin asked.
"I'm afraid that's difficult. Their geographical location is great, close to the sea, and ships from all over the world can sail there. Our transportation here is inconvenient, just a rough road." Chang Xing suddenly mentioned Zhou Maolin's wounds again.
"Chang Xing, you are back. I have many things to tell you." Zhou Maolin said.
"Okay. Come to my house for dinner later and let's have a good chat," Chang Xing said.
"You just came back, so you should go to my house." Zhou Maolin wanted to say, you haven't seen what your house is like yet.
The old Taoist carried Chang Qing home without blushing or heartbeat. Chang Xing knew that the master was alone at home and the house must be in chaos, so he walked quickly at the front, entered the house, and quickly cast a few spells.
The house suddenly looked brand new. However, the tables and chairs were still messily placed in place. Chang Xing quickly tidied up. By the time everyone entered the house, Chang Xing had already tidied up most of the items.
As soon as Zhou Maolin entered the room, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Old Taoist Priest, did you know that Chang Xing and the others were coming back? Did you hurry up and clean up?" Zhou Maolin asked.
"Yeah, I just sorted it out." The old Taoist chuckled. He naturally knew that Chang Xing used magic, but this kind of thing is not easy to explain to outsiders.
When Chang Xing came back, he bought some meat on the street. He secretly put it in the space magic weapon, and now he pretended to take it out of a bag.
"Secretary Maolin and Master Yang, please sit down first. I'll get some food. It will be ready soon," Chang Xing said.
"Chang Xing, I'll go home and get you some fruits and vegetables," Zhou Maolin said.
Lao Dao was alone at home and didn't grow any vegetables. He didn't eat much at home. But now that the exercise is over, Lao Dao has returned to his old business and made food for himself, so he doesn't have to worry about it.
"Master, when I come back this time, I plan to take you to the East China Sea and then go to Xiangjiang with us." Chang Xing said.
"No, I'm living a good life in Xianji Bridge, why should I go and suffer foreign sins with you?" The old Taoist shook his head.
"Master, you live alone in Xianji Bridge. How can we rest assured? If we haven't come back, you haven't opened the kitchen. I built a house over there in Xiangjiang. You come with me to Xiangjiang to enjoy the blessings." Chang Xing said.
"I won't go. No matter how good Xiangjiang is, if I run there, there won't be a single acquaintance there. It's great to be at Xianji Bridge. There are always acquaintances when I go out. Master is getting old and doesn't want to run around anymore." said the old Taoist.
Zhou Maolin said: "Old Taoist Master, if your apprentice is filial, you can go out with your apprentice to enjoy the blessings. No one from our Xianji Bridge Brigade has been to the East China Sea, let alone to Xiangjiang. You can also go to the big cities to see it. I
I heard that people over there in Xiangjiang are very particular about Feng Shui."
Chang Xing nodded: "Everything over there depends on Feng Shui. It's true. I know a Taoist priest from Donghai who ran away from the mainland before. When he arrived in Xiangjiang, he set up a Feng Shui bureau for others. That's it.
The capital to settle down and live in Xiangjiang.”
Chang Xing told Han Huaiyi's situation.
"Chang Xing, what are you doing there? Are you also doing Feng Shui bureaus for others?" Zhou Maolin asked.
Chang Xing shook his head: "I only made a Feng Shui bureau for Mr. He whom I recognized. Over there, I mainly made furniture."
"Whether it's making furniture or not, it's a serious business after all," Zhou Maolin said.
The apprentice didn't care about Feng Shui, didn't do the dojo, and didn't have the ability to practice Taoism. The old Taoist didn't have any dissatisfaction. He just said: "Since you rely on your skills as a carpenter, I'm going to the master's house when I get back. Thank you for teaching me the craft."
Chang Xing nodded: "I know. I'll go over there after dinner. I've prepared everything. I've also prepared Secretary Maolin's gift. I'll give it to Auntie later."
"The things outside are expensive and expensive. What do you do with that money?" Zhou Maolin said.
"This guy can make money outside, how can you save him?" The old Taoist seemed to not care about his apprentice, but in fact he was full of pride.