Chapter 477 Remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet
Zhang Jianlin led the two of them walking in the lane of the village.
The village is very quiet, with mostly adobe houses. Occasionally you can see some brick houses. Most of the people you meet are old people, basking in the sun at the door and looking at these "uninvited guests".
“They are all elderly, what about the young people?”
“Many of them have gone out to work.” Zhang Jianlin explained as he walked:
"You also know that the land in our place is barren and the food output is low. We can barely fill our stomachs all year long, but we can't make much money. This child needs to go to school, the elderly need to see a doctor, and they have to pay "three mentions and five regulations" "What if you don't go out to work?"
The three of them said and came to the village committee in the center of the village.
The former brigade committee, the adobe house in the first courtyard has not changed much from more than ten years ago. Even the slogan "Learn from Dazhai in Agriculture" painted on the wall is clearly visible, but more of this era Slogans:
"If you want to be rich, build roads first" "Planning family planning is the husband's responsibility".
"Uncle Guisheng, someone is here to see you." Zhang Jianlin shouted in the yard .
Soon, an old man with gray hair, wearing a blue Chinese tunic suit, and holding a dry tobacco pole walked out of the house with the village committee sign.
He saw Zhang Jianlin and asked: "Didn't you go to the county? Why are you back again? Who is looking for me?"
"Zhang Jianlin, do you still know us?" Zhao Red Army asked with a smile.
The old party secretary smoked a dry tobacco pot, squinted his eyes and looked up and down at Zhao Hongjun, then looked at Fang Minghua next to him and immediately thought of something.
“You are Fang Minghua, an educated youth!”
"Are you Zhao Hongjun?"
"Yes, Party Secretary Zhang, I am Zhao Hongjun."
"Hey, I haven't seen you in more than ten years. I'm so fat. Come in and say Come in. "
Fang Minghua and the others followed Zhang Guisheng into the room. There were still old tables and chairs from more than ten years ago. Of course, the six standard portraits of great men that were originally hung on the wall had disappeared.
"Zhang Secretary, I remember you were the Party Secretary when we jumped in line here. I didn't expect that you are still the same now." Zhao Hongjun said with a smile.
"There is no one to do it. I once wanted to train Jianlin to succeed me as party secretary. I want to ask him if he can do it?"
Zhang Jianlin smiled and shook his head.
"Our Bench Village is a poor village, and there are no collective enterprises. Unlike the village party secretaries near the county seat, all of them are extremely rich. There are still a lot of things in the village: family planning, three mentions and five unifications, petitioning "Maintain stability. Which thing is easy to do?" Zhang Guisheng sighed.
"Uncle, the Red Army came all the way to see our village, not to listen to your complaints. If you want to complain, you should go to Secretary Liu in the countryside."
Zhang Jianlin is Zhang Guisheng's As a nephew, he can talk casually.
"You're right," Zhang Guisheng laughed: "Red Army, you two come and see if there are any changes in our Bench Village from before?"
"If there are changes, look at Jianlin, Boss Cheng "Zhao Hongjun said with a smile: "Also, we just walked in the village and found that the houses were better than before, and half of them were not ruined."
"Of course it has been more than ten years since the reform and opening up. At least I'm not like before, always writing letters of introduction to farmers who go out to beg for food." Zhang Guisheng laughed.
This is still in Fang Minghua’s memory.
Dividing fields in front of households, when the lean season comes, just like now, the brigade party secretary has to be busy with one thing: writing letters of introduction to the brigade for farmers who go out to beg for food, otherwise they will be sent back.
At its worst, half of the 200 or so households in the village had to go out to beg for food. Generally, I go to Baiyin, and if I go farther, I go to Lanzhou.
Every person who goes out to beg is holding a stick to ask for steamed buns, the man is carrying two boxes, and the woman is carrying a cloth bag. There are also adults who go out to beg with their children, crying and pitiful. Xi.
Those educated youths are provided with rations by the country. Each person has 44 kilograms of raw grain per month, which is all wheat. Although it is still not enough to eat, they can barely survive. Now that I recall those scenes, I feel a little sad.
"It's just that the village is not as lively as before." Zhao Hongjun said again: "We just walked all the way and it was very quiet."
"Yes. Before the land was divided, everyone went to work collectively, and you educated youths. The red flags were waving in the fields, which was inspiring." Zhang Guisheng said with emotion, as if he was immersed in those fiery years.
"Zhishu Zhang, are you willing to go back to that era?" Fang Minghua suddenly asked.
Zhang Guisheng replied without even thinking about it: "Idiots don't want to go back, right? It seemed hot at that time, but everyone didn't have enough to eat. They just tightened their belts and did it again. Now, as long as you If you are willing to work, your family will have more than ten acres of land, and as long as there is no major disaster, it will be fine. Of course, if you want to get rich, you still have to be like Jianlin. Zhao Hongjun added.
"Yes, it's my nephew who got rich himself. He doesn't want to get rich first and lead to getting rich later. He doesn't have the consciousness of a party member!" Zhang Guisheng glanced at Zhang Jianlin and said.
Zhang Jianlin became anxious upon hearing this.
"Uncle Guisheng, why don't I want to lead? Look at my construction team of more than 20 people, most of whom are from our village. One person can earn three to five hundred for one project, which is much better than growing crops. ! Isn’t this called leadership? I just didn’t agree to be the branch secretary. I’m really too busy.”
Holy shit!
It seems that the uncle and nephew have quarreled over this matter more than once.
Fortunately, there were outsiders around, so the two of them didn't argue anymore.
At this moment, a "dang-dang-dang" sound came from outside, like the sound of metal being struck.
"Is it the sound of the school bell ringing? I remember it used to be a scrap metal knocking, but is it still like this now?" Zhao Hongjun asked.
"Yes, nothing has changed. I will take you to see it."
Everyone followed Zhang Zhishu out of the village committee and walked towards the school.
In fact, the school is right next door to the village committee. Within a few steps, when a few people entered, they saw a group of children running out laughing and carrying schoolbags. It turned out that the school was over.
"Well, the school really hasn't changed." Zhao Hongjun sighed.
Yes, nothing has changed.
This primary school was originally a temple. After liberation, the clay statues inside were demolished and turned into a school. Decades have passed and the school has become dilapidated. Only the withered yellow tiles on the roof rustled in the wind. The roof of the ruined temple is very high, but the windows are very small, which makes the light inside the house dim.
The walls in the house are dark and peeling off in some places, exposing the soil and wheat straw inside.
There is a small blackboard on the wall, which is made of cement. There is no podium or desk in the classroom, and the children do not have wooden desks. In the middle of the room, there are several cement boards supported by bricks, which are the so-called "desks".
In Fang Minghua's impression, it was like this when he jumped in line more than ten years ago, and it is still like this now.
"Zhishu Zhang, I remember that before we returned to the city, you said you wanted to build a school. More than ten years have passed, why is it still the same?" Zhao Hongjun couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Guisheng suddenly became embarrassed.
After a while, he smiled bitterly and said: "No money."
(End of this chapter)