Zhou Wenzhong kicked a small half brick under his feet, and kicked it all the way from the gate of the courtyard to the outside of the wall of the Erliang Station.
Crazy Bai hasn’t come to work yet at this time, and Zhou Wenzhong is filled with envy. People who are self-employed have a lot of time, and they don’t know how to actively demand progress! Shameful! Hateful!
At this time, the door of the grain depot was already open. Walking to yesterday's warehouse, Zhou Wenzhong looked at the three lines of teams in front of him with some confusion.
There were quite a lot of people, 17 people lined up straight, including Director Zhang. Is the Erliang Station expanding again today?
After Director Zhang saw Zhou Wenzhong, he pointed a finger casually.
"Hurry back to the team, the newspaper reading and learning activities will begin soon."
"good."
Zhou Wenzhong walked to the most inconspicuous position and stood there, muttering to himself: This kind of activity means we are doing part-time jobs. When you are dividing the benefits, why don't you take us to play?
Director Zhang raised his arm and checked the time, then clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.
"It's exactly 8:30 now, and people have almost arrived. Let's start reading the newspaper today, um... um... forget it, Xiufang, you can read it."
Zhang Xiufang shook her head after taking the newspaper, cleared her throat, and read aloud.
"Ahem...Since early November 1959, the Chinese Academy of Sciences recommended..."
"Papa papa..."
After listening to this report, people looked at each other and began to accept this nonsense in their minds. What the Chinese Academy of Sciences said was that they dug it from the ground and ate it when they were not full. It just changed the reason. What kind of algae, plant rhizomes, artificial
Egg white... Among the 17 people here, who can understand?
"Yesterday, the State Council issued the "Instructions on the Reception and Arrangement of Returned Overseas Chinese", which first proposed..."
"Pa bang bang..."
It’s about the evacuation of overseas Chinese from Indonesia, who took a cruise ship and returned to Guangzhou...
""Sixty-One Class Brothers"......"
Tens of thousands of workers and peasants supported the Sanmenxia construction project. During the construction of Fengnan Highway in Pinglu County, Shanxi Province, 61 people suffered from food poisoning (arsenic) due to poisoning by criminals. The situation was dangerous, but there was no specific drug dimercaptopropane in the local area.
Chun. Then he asked for an airdrop, and that’s how the matter was resolved.
"Oh oh oh oh!!!!"
Everyone present waved their hands excitedly, some hugged and started jumping up and down.
Director Zhang waited for a while and saw that everyone had finished celebrating. He pressed his hands down to signal for silence. Then he looked at Zhang Xiufang. Does it mean there are other important things?
Zhang Xiufang shook her head in response, meaning she had finished reading.
"Okay, everyone will perform their duties and start today's work."
Director Zhang put down these words and turned around to leave. At the same time, there were several other staff members walking out. The remaining odd-job workers looked proud after listening to today's newspaper, and they all looked like they had been beaten.
It felt like a shot in the arm to start today’s work.
"Buzz... squeak squeak yo..."
The crusher was already in operation, and some people were working in pairs, pulling old pallets to the warehouse.
Zhou Wenzhong walked to yesterday's operating table and found that a colleague of his own age was already standing there stupidly, lowering his head and picking the mud between his fingernails.
Zhang Xiufang came over and introduced: "This is Zhou Wenzhong. You didn't come yesterday, but he just came to work yesterday. From now on, you two will be a team. Zhou Wenzhong, he is the Ma Erbao I talked about yesterday."
Ma Erbao is 16 years old this year. He also has a pretty face. He is thin and small, and his honest look is hard to describe. The clothes he wears are not as good as those of Zhou Wenzhong. The two shook hands and they were acquainted.
"You two will divide the fruits of your labor between yourselves after discussion, and don't have any disagreements. Do you understand?"
The two of them nodded and agreed to this arrangement.
"You two should continue to beat corn on the cob. This is the arrangement for the time being. Just keep working on the corn on the cob. I guess you will have to do this for the next few months. I'm leaving! Call me if you need anything."
The two nodded again. Zhang Xiufang held the record book under her arm and began to wander around, checking the work of the workers.
The two people in front of the operating table looked at each other, and Zhou Wenzhong spoke first.
"How old are you?"
"16."
"You can call me Brother Zhong from now on, I am 19 this year."
Ma Erbao looked at Zhou Wenzhong and asked with some suspicion: "Are you 19 years old? I really can't tell."
"Hmm. Can you tell me everything? When I say 19 years old, I mean 19 years old."
Ma Erbao nodded stupidly and replied: "Okay, from now on I will call you Brother Zhong."
Zhou Wenzhong took out the vegetable dumplings he got from home in the morning from the space, opened the newspaper, broke off half of it and threw it to Ma Erbao.
Ma Erbao faced the vegetable dumplings that came out, quickly bumped them with his belly, and caught them with both hands.
"No, I'll do it in the morning..."
"You can eat as long as you are told. Why are you so polite? Just take what my brother gave you!"
Ma Erbao held the vegetable dumplings in both hands and grinned with yellow teeth.
"Thank you, Brother Zhong."
Zhou Wenzhong saw his expression and began to pull in his parents.
"You're welcome, your name is Ma Erbao. Your brother should be called Ma Dabao, right?"
Ma Erbao stuffed the vegetable dumplings into his mouth and chewed them without any time to speak. After waiting for a while, Ma Erbao rubbed his throat with his hands.
"Hiccup... it choked me to death. My brother's name is Ma Guodong and he has gone to the countryside. That's not right. He should be called the Reclamation Team now."
"Oh...then your brother's name is Ma Guoliang?"
"No, my eldest brother's name is Ma Sanbao. My younger brother's name is Ma Xiaobao."
Zhou Wenzhong rubbed his eyes, not wanting to dwell on this topic anymore.
"Let's work together today, and we'll figure out how to distribute the labor in the evening to make it a success."
"Okay. No problem. I listen to you."
The two of them worked together like this. Zhou Wenzhong had already figured out everything about Ma Erbao's family situation in 15 minutes, while Ma Erbao knew nothing about Zhou Wenzhong's situation.
……………………
Time passed by unconsciously, and the two of them worked very quickly. It was soon the lunch break, and there were already 42 sacks piled next to the operating table. This was the result of the two people's work all morning.
Zhang Xiufang came over to check for a while, nodded to express satisfaction, and said while weighing: "Today we have a temporary job at the Second Grain Station. Go to the northwest corner of the big warehouse, pull 10 sacks of sticks, break them and put them aside."
After hearing this, Zhou Wenzhong looked at Ma Erbao.
Ma Erbao asked: "Isn't that the moldy, black and damaged corn cob that was cut off before?"
"Yes, you can do whatever you are told. This is a production task!"
Zhou Wenzhong asked: "Does this... does that thing count? There is no scale at all! A sack does not weigh 35 kilograms, it is just a stick, which takes up too much space. And after mixing it in, it weighs 100 kilograms, and the sack does not weigh 100 kilograms.
Easy to seal."
Zhang Xiufang patted the stick noodles on her hand back into the sack, stood up straight, and explained to the two of them: "You just need to mix a little bit into each bag. A ratio of 5 to 1 will be fine, right?"
"Okay! We'll start doing it in the afternoon."
Zhang Xiufang smiled with satisfaction, turned and left.
"Brother Zhong, what does 5 to 1 mean? What should we do?"
"It's not interesting. I just want to make up for the shortfall. Just do as she said."
Ma Erbao's expression changed after hearing this, and he quickly asked: "How dare they? If this thing doesn't work well, big trouble will happen!"
"Haha, they are also listening to others' arrangements. All grain stations must be doing this. And as we all know, the harvest this year is not good, and people fleeing the famine have already appeared outside. If we don't do this, we won't be able to eat at all. Who cares, as long as we don't starve
, don’t ask any more questions. Let’s just do the work!”
"Fine."
I was busy until 12:30 when the machine stopped running.
Zhou Wenzhong and Ma Erbao were sitting on the open ground panting, each holding a bowl of warm water, like drinking donkeys.
Some of the other odd-job workers went home to eat, while others went to the fire room, took out aluminum lunch boxes from their pockets and placed them next to the stove to heat their lunch.
Some people, like Zhou Wenzhong, took out the prepared vegetable dumplings from their pockets, sat on the floor and ate dry food. The two of them were exhausted.
Those who have money at home just eat a steamed bun with two-height noodles. Who cares whether the ground is cold or not? The young man has a lot of firepower and won't have diarrhea even if he sits on the ground. Besides, if he eats whole grains all day long, he will get diarrhea if he gets it.
It’s also a good thing, it doesn’t take much effort!
Ma Erbao took out a black sorghum flour steamed bun from his pocket, which weighed about three taels. He took a mouthful of steamed bun and a mouthful of water. He didn't have time to talk, so he lowered his head and started eating.
Zhou Wenzhong still had two cornmeal buns left in his room, so he took out one and started to nibble on it.
Ma Erbao looked at the steamed bun in Zhou Wenzhong's hand with envy. Zhou Wenzhong looked at the aluminum lunch box in Zhang Xiufang's hand with envy. There were white rice in her lunch box, among which the slightly brown ones were wheat kernels and shredded potatoes.
, a small breeze blew, and there was a slightly sour smell of vinegar in the air, which made Zhou Wenzhong's mouth water. The steamed bun in his hand suddenly lost its aroma, and Ma Erbao also looked over.
Zhou Wenzhong glanced at him and said, "Humph, what's there to show off? This potato shreds just smell delicious and taste even better."
"ah?"
Zhou Wenzhong put the last mouthful of steamed buns into his mouth and chewed it. Then he drank some water, stood up angrily, walked back to the warehouse and took out a thin wooden board over 1 meter long. He ran to the fire room and took out a few pieces of wood.
He picked up the burned firewood and charcoal and finally walked out of the gate.
Ma Erbao was a little puzzled, but he had finished eating his sorghum noodles and steamed buns, so he had nothing to do at this time.
Seeing Brother Zhong leave, as the younger brother, he had to follow closely.
Zhang Xiufang was holding the lunch box and looked at the two people's actions with some doubts. What she was thinking was: The thin wooden board he took was considered public property, right? Do you want to recover the public property? Could he have run away? Will you have any?
responsibility?
These questions made me feel that my brain was a little exhausted for a moment. I quickly took a few mouthfuls of rice. Then I thought about it and followed it with the lunch box. When Zhang Xiufang came out, she saw a shocked scene.