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  Chapter 205 Ramming

  Following, Liu Qingshan saw that guy named Taro Tanaka running out angrily, still yelling.

  Ask the translator, it turns out that this guy lost something and is blaming the partners of the expedition team.

  Things should be very important to Tanaka, this guy was arguing, and even started to attack his companions, and soon scuffled into a ball.

  Anyway, they are all from your group, and it has nothing to do with us. If your brain is like a dog's brain, you have the ability.

  Finally, Fujita Masaichi couldn't take it anymore, and cursed for a while, and the crowd stopped.

   What an embarrassment!

  Fujita Shoichi now regrets bringing these guys here even more.

   After eating, Liu Qingshan yelled, and then soaked big pancakes with vegetable soup, and made half a bowl for Daxiong first, this guy was in a hurry.

  He brought the basin to Big Bear, only to find that this guy was playing with something there with his big paws.

  Liu Qingshan snatched it up and found that it was a small iron cylinder, probably thicker than a pen, with some gibberish symbols on it, which should be in Japanese.

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help reaching out to pat Da Xiong's head: "Qing Ben is beautiful, how can I be a thief, hehehe, stealing is good, stealing is good."

  Big Bear has a bad habit: he likes to look through people's pockets and the like.

   This has something to do with its greediness, and it wants to touch something delicious.

  Liu Qingshan remembered that just now this stuff was also squeezed into the woodcut, and he didn't take it out to play with it.

   Looking at Ichiro Tanaka's eager look, it should be something more important.

  In this case, there is no need to return it to him.

  So he stuffed the small cylinder into his pocket and went back to eat.

   After returning to Jiapigou, the others would naturally return to the county seat. Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry, and just waited for the good news at home.

  Thinking about the 110,000 US dollars that is about to be handed, Liu Qingshan feels so beautiful: so much money, how should I spend it, haha...

   "Sanfeng, take off your clothes, sister will wash them for you, they are all dirty."

   Liu Jinfeng's voice interrupted Liu Qingshan's fantasy: "Sister, I can wash it myself."

   "I happened to be washing Xiaohuo's diaper." Liu Jinfeng couldn't help but strip off his brother's shirt.

   Well, I hope it doesn't smell like my nephew.

  Liu Jinfeng rummaged through all the pockets of the clothes. This is also a thing that must be done before washing the clothes. The most worrying thing is to get the money wet.

  But Liu Qingshan's pocket is quite clean now, he only found something like a pen, and handed it over.

  Liu Qingshan almost forgot about this thing, didn't pay much attention to it, threw it on the cabinet cover, and then went to the new house for a walk.

  The foundation of the house was almost finished. The old bricklayer explained that it could be filled with sand tomorrow, and asked Liu Qingshan to find some good guys to follow.

   At this time, cement and other materials are in short supply and are not easy to get, so the foundation rarely uses concrete, and they are all filled with sand.

  Sand can slowly settle on its own, but it takes a long time, so the sand is usually manually compacted. This is what the so-called compacting of the foundation means.

  The labor of ramming has basically disappeared after decades, but it is still very commonly used now.

  Liu Qingshan naturally agreed. Just as he was about to dig the foundation with him, he saw the old branch secretary strolling over with a small cigarette pouch in his mouth and waved at him.

  He had no choice but to jump up from the gutter again: "Grandpa secretary, what's the matter?"

  The old party secretary took two puffs of a small cigarette pouch before he spoke:

"Qingshan, a few days ago, didn't we report the road construction to the commune, and today Secretary Sun called and said that the commune didn't have that much spare money, at most half of it was paid, and we had to ask us to collect half of it ourselves. "

  Liu Qingshan blinked: "What is the approximate budget?"

  Grandpa branch secretary sighed: "For Shashi Road, it will cost more than 20,000 yuan, and our cooperative can't afford this money now."

  The uncle boss who was working on the side also interjected. He is an accountant and likes to settle accounts the most:

   "Qingshan, you don't know how expensive rice is if you are not in charge. Our cooperative now only has a few hundred yuan left on its books, and it still owes the bank a loan of 50,000 yuan."

  After talking about the sum of money for a long time, he finally said: "Why don't you settle the payment for the wild vegetables, and don't pay dividends to everyone, and invest all in road construction."

  If these words were put forward in the past, they might be besieged by the villagers, but now, everyone has money in their hands, and they don’t panic, and they express their support in a hurry.

  The original dirt road, everyone really had enough.

  Every family has children who go to school in the commune, and it is too difficult to walk in rainy days.

  After everyone finished choking, Liu Qingshan said happily: "Isn't it more than 10,000 yuan, I paid it."

   "No, no, I can't ask you to go out alone. The agency owes you first."

  The old branch secretary can still handle it clearly.

  Liu Qingshan didn't care too much, anyway, he had just made a fortune, so he thought it was a little devil who paid to help them build roads.

  The boss uncle also beamed with joy: "Qingshan, then I will go with you to withdraw the money, and hand it over to the commune tomorrow, and try to repair the road as soon as possible."

   Really anxious, Liu Qingshan spread his hands: "I haven't got the money yet."

  Everyone was discouraged when they heard it: Don’t bring such a funny thing, Qingshan, why did you learn it badly?

   "But it's just a matter of these few days. Not only the road construction, but also the money to build a wild vegetable processing plant, are enough."

  Liu Qingshan continued to talk cheerfully, and also found it quite interesting: before the money is in hand, plan to go out first.

  The old branch secretary also knew that Liu Qingshan could not joke about this matter, so he happily went to the village department and called the commune.

  The original dirt road has been walked for decades, and now it is finally about to complete its historical mission.

  After breakfast the next day, more than 20 strong laborers in the village wandered over to Liu Qingshan's new house, ready to lay the foundation.

  Liu Qingshan also came early, cigarettes, tea and so on, all ready.

   Everyone smoked a cigarette, then took off their shirts, or put on vests, or simply shirtless, and started to work.

  First take the shovel and fill the trough with sand, and then it's time for the tamping group to enter the field.

  Liu Qingshan saw Zaitang when he was a child, but now that he sees this scene again, he really misses it in his heart.

  The so-called "tamping" is a thick wooden pier, which can also be made of stone or iron.

  Tie a few ropes around, and then each person grabs a rope, uses inertia, and works together to lift the wooden ram into the air, and finally lands heavily, smashing the sand on the ground. This process is called ramming.

  From the literal meaning, ramming obviously requires a person with great strength to be competent.

   Moreover, everyone has to work together, which requires a special conductor, usually called "fu ram".

  Working at home, of course Liu Qingshan also ended up in person, together with five other good guys, smashed together, and the one who helped the hammer was the experienced boss uncle.

  The rams they used were stone rollers used in pressing yards. They weighed two to three hundred catties, and were fixed around them with a wooden frame, with pillars protruding from the wooden frame, which was convenient for people to carry.

  This kind of stone ramming cannot be stretched with a rope, so it is lifted and smashed.

"rise!"

  Uncle Boss yelled, and six people worked hard at the same time, tamping the stone high above their heads.

"fall!"

  Uncle Boss shouted again, and the big stone roller fell heavily on the sand, making a muffled thud, and the ground seemed to tremble.

   Just like that, the stones rammed up and down, bit by bit, compacting the filled sand.

   This thing is really tiring. After hitting it more than a dozen times, my arms became sore and my legs became weak, so I quickly changed to another group.

   There are two groups in total, and they are replaced by turns, still sweating from exhaustion.

   This is also impossible. Nowadays, construction resources are tight, so much cement cannot be obtained, otherwise, it would be easier to directly lay the concrete foundation.

  The person who was replaced, wiped off his sweat, drank his saliva, took a short rest, and had to continue to fight.

  Liu Qingshan was not idle either. He took the tape recorder from Datou’s house and started playing the tape. He listened to the songs while working. This is the enjoyment.

  In the recorder, Teresa Teng's soft and sweet voice came out: "Sweet, you smile sweetly, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze..."

  The sound of pounding and ramming suddenly stopped, and Zhang Pole in this group shouted:

   "This song is not good, it makes me limp all over, and I can't exert myself at all!"

  The boss uncle who was in charge of the command scolded: "You are a ramshackle, the place that should be hard is not hard, and the place that should not be soft is soft!"

  Everyone laughed straight away. In fact, they felt the same just now. This kind of lyrical song is really not suitable for playing when smashing.

  Generally, ramming is done by yelling, hey, hey, that's exciting.

   "Mistake, mistake, another tape!"

  Liu Qingshan quickly rummaged through the tape box for a while, and soon the music sounded again:

   There is an ancient oriental story let me tell you,

   There was an ancient Chinese emperor who was very great...

  This is a new song "Genghis Khan" that became popular this year. It was the disco comedy of the year, and another song "Alibaba" has fascinated countless young people.

   The pounding sound of thumping and tamping sounded again, not to mention, listening to the dynamic music, my whole body seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

   "This song is still exciting!"

   Zhang Ganzi was not soft this time, and he said while pounding:

   "Qingshan, lend me the tape recorder to use at night. If you listen to this song and do business with your Aunt Cuihua, you will definitely be very powerful."

   "Get out, the young people in our village were taught to be bad by you!"

  The boss uncle laughed and cursed, talking nonsense while working, which can be regarded as a rural characteristic.

Liu Qingshan didn't care, and replied cheerfully: "Uncle Ganzi, you should save some strength, our village is about to build roads, and the foundations of more than ten miles of roads have to be smashed, all the way from Jiapigou When you come to the commune, you have to be prepared."

ah?

  The Zhang pole suddenly became soft again, and it was piled directly on the ground. Wouldn't it be the year of the monkey?

  Of course road construction is no longer done by smashing and ramming. Liu Qingshan was just joking.

  (end of this chapter)