Chapter 83 The relationship between Lao Liu and Tuo
"You're walking so fast, is your father or your mother in front of you?"
Zhou Wenzhong cursed a few words and quickly threw his legs away to chase after him. He had to work harder for Yan Bugui!
"Teacher Yan, Teacher Yan! Listen to me for a few words first."
"Ahem... Wenzhong, do you have anything to eat? If so, give me something to eat first. I haven't eaten in two days."
"Me neither, don't leave yet. Listen to what I have to say."
"Say it."
Zhou Wenzhong unloaded the bamboo basket for Yan Bugui and pulled him to sit in front of a stone.
"Teacher Yan, you actually can't do this job at all. You are a cultural person and a high-level intellectual. This is a place for coolies like me. Your first goal now is to leave the farm and return to your family."
"Isn't that what you said is nonsense?"
Zhou Wenzhong took out his cigarette and lit it.
"Do you still have cigarettes? Give me one too."
"No, I picked this up outside. Don't keep staring at my cigarettes. I'm talking to you about business!"
"I want to go out too, what can you do?"
"Let me sort it out for you. If you want to leave here, just swim along the river and hold your breath for 20 minutes. As long as you can avoid being guarded by gunmen, you will be free."
"I don't have a letter of introduction. Even if I escape, where can I hide? Besides, do those people with guns work for a living?"
"There is another way. That is you get a serious illness. The farm staff will never pay for your treatment, and it also involves liability issues. They can only send you to the hospital and notify you later.
My third aunt is here to pick you up. Once you lose your labor force, won’t you go out completely? Right?”
Yan Bugui pursed his lips and thought.
"What serious illness?"
"There are too many sayings here. I also listened to what my senior on the Kang told me. For example, if you look at someone who coughs all the time, he probably has tuberculosis. You can lie on his face to breathe, or you can use a steamed bun to breathe.
Swallow it with his phlegm stuck on it."
"No, no, it makes me sick just thinking about it."
"Don't worry, I have other tricks. For example, you can take out the waistband of your pants and tighten it along the root of your thigh. Then don't move this leg. It will die on its own without blood circulation. One leg
It’s just atrophy, you can definitely tell the difference compared to freedom.”
"Is there any other way?"
"Yes! My room is full of talented people, and they tell me a lot of knowledge. For example, you can make a hole in your body, find some dirty things to touch, and it will cause skin ulcers. Or you can eat shit.
Drink urine and pretend to be stupid. As long as you can survive the past half month, you will be completely free."
Yan Bugui shook his head and prepared to pick up the bamboo basket again and leave.
"Actually, there is a really good way. It only hurts once."
"What trick?"
Zhou Wenzhong looked solemnly around, then leaned into Yan Bugui's ear and whispered: "Swallow caustic soda."
"What will happen if you swallow it?"
"I don't feel much. I just feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. I will foam at the mouth and then vomit blood. When you wake up again, you will find yourself in a hospital bed. Your limbs are normal, and you can eat and drink. You just need to be a doctor.
It's a minor surgery and it won't be too much trouble. There is no life-threatening risk."
Zhou Wenzhong held the flower hammer with both hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Yan, today is the first day of work. You have lost a tooth, and you are not able to walk anymore. There are still many days to come, so take advantage of it."
The people in my house are working in the canteen, and I can help you find a piece of caustic soda. As long as you swallow it, you can go home and reunite, and you can also let my third aunt serve you to eat and drink. Let's go~
Let’s see you tomorrow.”
Zhou Wenzhong once again resisted Hua Chui and left, leaving Yan Bugui deep in thought.
At 12:30 noon, Zhou Wenzhong, who had been hiding for a long time, came to the entrance of the equipment department and lined up to receive his two sorghum noodles steamed buns today.
No one dared to make things difficult for him, and his roommates in the same cell all avoided him. After all, the prisoner who embarrassed him last night has now been buried in the ground, under a certain reed pole.
The monitors in other accounts saw themselves and Shen Qingsheng standing together and chatting happily this morning.
What does this mean? No one is stupid.
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and everyone is eating steamed buns and listening to Ji Erliang's lectures.
"I still have the old habit of writing envelopes home every month, and today is the Chinese New Year. Everyone can leave after dinner, and you don't have to go to work in the afternoon. Anyone who wants to write a letter should go to your cell leader to collect the envelope."
After hearing this, Zhou Wenzhong secretly thought it was a pity. Yan Bugui would definitely place his hopes on this letter. It would have been better if he had written this letter a few days later.
This is indeed the case. One of the two Wotou in Yan Bugui's hands was taken away.
"What are you looking at? Do you still want to write a letter?"
"Write! I'll write."
"It costs 5 hours to write a letter. If you want to write a letter, just go to the person you just spoke to."
"But I don't have money, what...what can I do?"
"You'll know then."
Yan Bugui ran to Ji Erliang's table with steamed buns in his mouth.
"Write a letter, right? I'll deduct three wages from you."
"I just started working today."
"Then I'll deduct 5 wages from you. You don't have to worry about anything else, just keep working. I'll give you 4 days of illness, plus 2 cents and 2 cents for medical treatment and prescription. Do you understand?"
Yan Bugui did a mental calculation and found that five jobs cost 7.5 cents, plus 2.2 cents for prescription medicine. The price of writing a letter home was 9.7 cents. It was really expensive. But this
You have to spend the money yourself.
"I wrote!"
"Go and get an envelope from the box. After you finish writing, let me check the contents. Go ahead."
"Eh."
Yan Bugui swallowed the bread and rubbed his cheek. He picked up an envelope and checked it. There was only a piece of writing paper inside. It seemed that he had to borrow a pencil from the squad leader.
The social activities at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill are being prepared in full swing. As an old worker who considers himself politically aware, Liu Haizhong is naturally ready to show his face at all times.
In the auditorium of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, banners were hung up one after another. Comrades from the factory's publicity office and comrades from other factories had disagreements over the color of the banners, and they even shouted out their different opinions with gestures.
Liu Haizhong squeezed past with his stomach on his shoulders, but was stopped outside by armed personnel from the security office.
"Get out! The social activities are still confidential. Which workshop are you from? Why are you just joining in the fun?"
"I'm Liu Haizhong, a level 6 worker in the machine tool shop."
The security guard put away his long gun, took a look at Liu Haizhong's overalls and yelled again: "Get out!"
"Hey, let me tell you, how can you, comrade, talk? Do you know that I..."
"Don't mention anyone to me. Even the secretary of your factory can't control our security department. Let alone the chief factory director. Are you going to talk to me alone? Or do you want us to find a place for you?
Take a break?”
"Then why is Xu Damao inside?"
"He is from the Propaganda Department, and this is his scope of work."
"Okay, okay. Then I'll come back tomorrow on the second day of the new year."
The security guard said with a look of disdain: "Do you have a ticket? You thought it was a movie showing in the factory, and just one person could come in and join in the fun."
Liu Haizhong glanced at the blue cotton-padded coat of the security department, and then at the holster on his waist. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and a surprise smile gradually bloomed on his face.
"Thank you, comrade."
The security guard was confused by Liu Haizhong's words and watched him leave with his hands behind his back. He cursed: He is mentally ill.
In Yan Bugui's house in the courtyard, the coal stove had gone out. Yan Jiecheng was lying on the bed in the house, looking frustrated.
There are only 50 hours left until I go to the countryside. My family has even prepared national food stamps for me to go to the countryside. The factory I had promised before also poured cold water on me, and I no longer see any hope in life.
Because the main room door was ajar, Liu Haizhong knocked lightly and walked in.
"Old Yan's family has something good to tell you."
The third aunt looked at Liu Haizhong without saying a word.
"Old Yan is saved!"
The third aunt threw Yan Jiedi on the bed and walked quickly to the dining table. Yan Jiecheng also ran over after hearing this in the room.
"His second uncle, we don't want to joke around."
"Since you don't want to hear it, then I'll leave."
"Don't bother me, Mr. Second, sit down and sit down. I'll make you some tea that my father has collected for many years."
"hehe."
Liu Haizhong sat back on the stool, unable to keep anything in mind.
He said with a slightly showy tone: "Let me tell you straightforwardly, I have an apprentice in the hot rolling workshop. His classmate's father is from the Victory Commune Militia. Although it is not connected with the Red Star Police Station unit, it can be
The relationship is entrusted to the security department of our steel rolling mill. After all, our steel rolling mill has conducted joint defense drills with the Yindingqiao Police Station before. They can all talk."
Yan Jiecheng put down the enamel jar and counted with his fingers: "You find your apprentice, and then ask him to find his classmates. The classmates find his father, his father finds the security office, the security office finds Yindingqiao Police Station, Yindingqiao Police Station and Hongxing Police Station. There is a gap in the middle.
Is it okay to do it 6 times?"
Liu Haizhong was just about to take a sip of tea when he heard Yan Jiecheng's attitude and dropped the teapot on the dining table.
"Then you can recruit them yourself."
"That's not what I mean. Just go back to the house and wait! Don't pay attention to his second uncle. Our eldest child can't speak."
"Hmph. I just do it for Lao Yan's sake. If I argue with a junior like him, what will happen to me? Will the method I mentioned work?"
"Second uncle, can't you just go to the factory security office and talk to him? This will save you a few detours."
"Do I know what you're talking about? The security department doesn't even give us the respect of the factory director! If it works, we'll do it. If it doesn't, we'll pull him down."
Liu Haizhong's tone already sounded a little impatient, and he stood up and prepared to walk out. This was the first time that he regretted taking on this job for himself, and being picked on even when he was rushing to help.