How to Thrive in the ’60s

"I'll talk to Pangui tonight to see if Pangui wants to go to the aluminum factory."

Hearing what Zhang Chunni said, Gu Shinian wisely shut up and stopped talking about changing jobs.

He is not the original owner, and he doesn't have much affection for Zhang Chunni in his heart. For Zhang Chunni and Gu Pangui, he is at most responsible.

Suggesting that Zhang Chunni be transferred to work in an aluminum factory is just because she feels that she is getting old and wants her to change to a lighter job instead of doing hard work in the workshop like the male workers in the factory.

In addition, after going to Fenyang, Zhang Chunni can still be neighbors with Yun Shuilian, and they can take care of each other, and can solve Gu Pangui's work problems as soon as possible. Gu Shinian really can't understand why Zhang Chunni refused him. proposal.

However, when the original owner was still there, the mother-child relationship with Zhang Chunni was not close enough. Now that the core is replaced by Gu Shinian, he will not dictate Zhang Chunni's life even more.

Zhang Chunni is unwilling to change jobs, Gu Shinian will not be disappointed, let alone force her.

When Gu Pangui came back from the street, the family finished dinner quietly, and Gu Shinian didn't ask Gu Pangui about finding a job, so he went back to his room early to rest with his flour bag.

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"Clang clang clang..."

The old village, holding a dry cigarette bag, rang the gong all the way along the field to inform the villagers that they could go to work and eat.

Mr. Yun put down the wheat stalks, which were only one foot high, with shriveled ears, supported his waist with one hand, and supported himself with a sickle in the other.

Seeing the team members who had spent a morning working abroad jumping onto the field ridge and running to the ground, the old man shook his head secretly, kicked the wheat thrown by the team members together, and then supported his sore old waist ridge.

The old village chief stood on the ground with a broken gong, and shouted to the villagers who were rushing home, "Comrades, the silkworms are old for a while, and the wheat is ripe for a long time. We want to grab the food. Go back and drink it, hurry up." When you come back to work, you will be deducted centimeters if you are late in the afternoon."

"Village Chief, this year's wheat is not as tall as garlic seedlings, and it looks like it's all gone. What can we do if we cut it back? Isn't it a waste of effort!"

Among the crowd, a villager replied in a hoarse voice, and someone immediately followed suit:

"That's right, village chief, the ears of wheat in our village are not as long as a finger, and the grains of wheat are all shriveled to the point of bran. How many catties of grain can we harvest? Not enough for the big guys to add to their stomachs during the summer harvest."

"Village chief, we have suffered a disaster this year, so the higher ups should distribute relief food, right? If there is no more relief food, everyone in our village will starve to death."

"I heard that the crops in the Caogongzhuang commune are all dry. We are busy here with the summer harvest. People in the ten or so villages below Caogongzhuang stay at home every day to rest at noon, and they don't even go to the field. People from a commune are waiting for them relief food."

The old village head was so worried that his brows were knotted, but he still had to shout slogans to mobilize the villagers to actively grab the harvest:

"This year, the entire Fenyang area has been hit by drought, and the grain harvest has been largely wiped out. People in the area are all waiting for food relief. Where can the country get so much food for relief?

Comrades, our Xinglin Village is short of harvest, not absolutely. The more this is the case, the less we can burden the government, let alone rely on the government for everything.

We have to save ourselves. Putting every grain of grain in the field into the warehouse is to contribute to the country and the people! "

The old village chief's words were short of telling everyone that there were disasters everywhere outside, and the government was under a lot of pressure. Don't rely on food relief. The villagers have to plan early.

The quick-witted villagers started discussing immediately, but their voices suddenly became quieter, and their steps also moved a little faster.

"Brother Yun, wait a minute, I'll tell you something." The old village head shouted, holding a broken gong, and rushing away behind the old man.

The old man slowed down, licked his chapped lips, and asked in a low voice, "Village Chief, what's the matter?"

The old woman should have cooked mung bean soup today, so hurry up and finish, he has to go back to drink mung bean soup.

The village chief looked at the wheat under his feet, which was less than half the height of previous years, and his brows were tightly knit together.

"The situation in the village is not right this year. We have to make plans early, or else the next six months will be difficult."

The old man also sighed, "Brother, the harvest in the field this year is not enough to pay the public grain. I guess our village won't survive the second half of the year."

Before the old village could speak, the old man sighed again, "It's a good thing we're near the river, so we can carry water to irrigate the fields, and at least we can harvest some crops. I heard from Erchuan that there is no water in the wells in many villages outside. , people from a village drove ox carts outside to pull water to drink... Alas, this year is going to be tough."

Hearing this, the village chief frowned even tighter.

Thinking of the plight of the village, the old man was so worried that he just wanted to light up the tobacco pipe to take a sip, but he was afraid that the flames would burst into the ground and burn the wheat that was already under harvest, so he had to put the pipe in his mouth and smoke a few times. Too addicted.

The old man had cut the wheat all morning, and his throat was so dry that it seemed like it was on fire. Seeing that the village chief was silent, he stopped talking.

When the two reached the gate of the village, the village chief finally put down the dry tobacco bag and asked in a low voice, "Brother Yun, is Erchuan coming back recently?"

The old man shook his head, "I guess I don't have time to come back. The aluminum factory has just started and there is a lot of work. Erchuan is so busy that he doesn't even have Sunday."

The village chief was silent for a while, and then spoke again with difficulty, "Then... did Erchuan ask if the aluminum factory recruits temporary workers? This year's situation is sad. If the strong boys in our village can go to work in the aluminum factory, it will be possible. If you eat enough food, you won’t stay in the village and die of starvation... Maybe you can even supplement the family’s rations.”

"Difficult." The old man sighed, "Er Chuan asked as soon as he entered the factory. The aluminum factory is recruiting temporary workers, but the priority is for people with registered permanent residence in the city and those who can read and write. How many literate workers are there in our village? "

Hearing this, the village chief shook his hand holding the tobacco bag, and even bent his back, which was already not straight.

The old man rubbed his dusty face, and comforted the village chief, "Brother, you just like to take everything on yourself. There are two thousand people in this village, and each person can drink up your snow in one gulp." , how can you carry it alone?

Let's talk about the recruitment of workers in the aluminum factory. Don't say that people don't recruit workers from our village, but there are recruitment quotas. Who do you let go?

Recruiting workers is a good thing, but if this is not done well, it will become an offending thing. Then what will you, the village chief, do? "

The village chief wiped the corners of his slightly damp eyes, raised his hand and patted the old man's shoulder, and was about to speak when a clear voice came from behind:

"Grandpa Yun, the old village head, I see that there is no one in the field, will our village be off work now?"