Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Zheng Youcai decided to live here, so Gu Siwei helped move the bedding and other things over. Before moving here, he had to find someone to clean it, right?

However, Siwei was not snatched alive. Naturally, he was snatched away by Sun Laibao and his eldest son. The two men swept all the places they could.

Not only did they scan it, Sun Laibao also found out the areas that needed to be repaired, and said that he would organize manpower to repair these areas today and tomorrow.

After putting down the things, Gu Siwei returned to the boat and pushed his boat to the door of Sun Laibao's house.

Ma Chunya was a little confused and stood at the door looking at Gu Siwei with confusion on his face.

Gu Siwei smiled and said, "Uncle Zheng won't eat today. I brought his rations to you."

As he said this, Gu Siwei took out a small bag of rice from the cabin, as well as some bacon, canned food, etc., and a large net bag of various kinds.

"That much?"

Ma Chunya was dumbfounded.

"These are almost ten days' worth. As for the food, I won't give it to you. You can make up your own mind," Gu Siwei said.

"This rice portion is too much," Ma Chunya said.

"His meal is only four taels of rice, and the rest is considered as help money for you. Don't say anything else. Otherwise, if the old man finds out later, he might do something bad."

When Gu Siwei saw Ma Chun girl was about to open her mouth, he immediately blocked her words.

However, when Ma Chunya carried this pile of things, she still had mixed feelings in her heart. Even to death, she did not expect that Zheng Youcai had such food. Maybe what Gu Siwei gave him was a bit exaggerated, but with Ma Chunya's thoughts, Gu Siwei Four Dimensions will not be much worse than this in the future.

Let's put it this way, from the first to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Ma Chunya's family would not have the abundance of things she is carrying now for the entire New Year.

"Okay, I'm leaving, I have something else to do here."

After Gu Siwei handed all the things to Ma Chunya, he jumped on the boat again, pushed the boat to the door of the barn, anchored and landed.

Putting the loaded things on the back of the big mule, Gu Siwei and the mule set off towards the factory.

Sun Laibao put everything in order and took his eldest son home.

As soon as I got home and entered the house, I was shocked by what was on the table.

"Whose gift is this?"

Sun Laibao thought it was a gift.

Ma Chunya said: "This is for Uncle Zheng to eat for a week."

"So much? Good guy, that's not how we celebrate Chinese New Year every day."

As he spoke, Sun Laibao reached out and touched his pocket.

As soon as I touched it twice, my daughter-in-law slapped her hand down.

"Don't touch it!"

"Can't touch it?"

Sun Laibao smiled, turned to look at the door, and found several of his boys and girls standing at the door with their heads stretched out, looking at the things on the table.

"Give……".

"Stop it, don't give it to me. This thing was given to Uncle Zheng by Brother Siwei. It is not our thing. I know you are greedy, but this is not our thing!"

As she spoke, Ma Chunya picked up the things in her hands, put them into a big basket, and then hung the big basket up.

"Get some for the children to try. They are all good things and the children have never eaten them," Sun Laibao said.

Ma Chunya said: "If we can taste a little now, we can eat a can later. From now on, every time the brothers from the fourth dimension bring us something, we can eat it all! Let alone a little bit, not even a little bit!"

"You too"

"Go, go, go! Let's all play outside!".

Ma Chunya kicked all her children out, and then whispered to her husband: "You have to think about our children. Think about it, Brother Siwei spent such a heavy sum on raising Uncle Zheng, which shows that he has How much do you value it? We made a right move."

Sun Laibao really hadn't thought about the problem from this perspective. Now when he heard his wife say this, he immediately cheered up: "You can see it clearly!"

Ma Chunya was a little proud: "That's natural! Let the boss go and see Uncle Zheng often, and be respectful when you see Uncle Zheng, including you!"

"I don't know about this either?" Sun Laibao said with a smile.

Ma Chunya said: "You know nothing."

Now the couple became even more attentive to Zheng Youcai, and they also respected Zheng Youcai even more.

The treatment Gu Siwei gave Zheng Youcai was completely based on his perspective decades later. How can the current bamboo craftsmen have such treatment? Every day they are struggling with whether to have enough to eat. When the opening comes, even if the craftsman is There are good bamboo craftsmen working there, so I guess I have to go to the factory to drive screws.

At first, Gu Siwei wanted to pay for Zheng Youcai's skills. Just giving him some food and drink didn't mean he was free. But after getting along with each other, he gradually developed some feelings for each other. That's how people are. After getting along for a long time, they will naturally become more like each other. With feelings, under the influence of psychology, Gu Siwei also unconsciously raised Zheng Youcai's food standards.

Although Zheng Youcai remained silent and even quarreled with Gu Siwei from time to time, he became more and more serious about his work. He also put a lot of effort into teaching his apprentice Liu Dezhu. He didn't talk about Liu Dezhu's affairs, but only talked about Gu Siwei. On the Siwei side, Zheng Youcai was still grateful.

For Zheng Youcai, his craftsmanship is not worth much. Now that Gu Siwei has given such a good condition, will he die for knowing what he is doing?

People's concepts now are different from those a few decades ago. In a few decades, handmade things will become more and more valuable. People's concept now is that mass-produced things are the best.

It’s not about who is right or wrong, but that understanding will change at different stages of social development.

Gu Siwei led the mule out of the village and walked for a while to a place where no one could see him. Gu Siwei naturally used his leaping technique and soon appeared on the side of the road leading to the county town.

I originally wanted to wait for a car to catch a ride, but after waiting for a long time, I didn't see a car. I saw a lot of donkey carts, mule carts and so on.

In the end, Gu Siwei had no choice but to find a place to take the bicycle out of the space and ride towards the county seat.

After arriving here, Gu Siwei came to the county town for the first time.

The feeling he got when he arrived at the county seat was, well, that's it. The tallest building in the center of the county seat was still the post office. In addition to the post office, there was also a people's shopping mall, which was also five-story. On the cement exterior, in addition to the red five-pointed star above the head, there were There is no other decoration besides the special font people mall.

It was still early now, so Gu Siwei stopped the car and walked around, then entered the mall first, only to find that there were very few things inside.

The area is quite large, but the variety and quantity of things are not as good as the store over the factory. The reason is also very simple. Many factories over there are special supply units. There are countless small counties like this in the country. Where does the good stuff come from?

The only thing that made Gu Siwei happy was that there was a Xinhua Bookstore in the center of the county. After entering, he found that there were many books, but most of them were red books. It was difficult to find a serious novel, and the types of books were also limited. Not many, unlike the era when Gu Siweilai could not roll his eyes as soon as he entered the bookstore.

Now these books are lying on the glass counter. If you want to read them, ask the salesperson to take them out for you.

There were few books and even fewer people. There were only two or three kittens like Gu Siwei in the whole store. Some salesmen simply lay down on the counter and fell asleep. It was quite ugly to sleep, and a large pool of water flowed from the corners of their mouths. His mouth watered, and Gu Siwei felt happy when he saw it.

Feeling that there was nothing he wanted here, Gu Siwei was ready to leave.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to leave, he saw volumes of miniature books on a counter not far away.

In Gu Siwei's hometown, this is called a little book, and of course the official name is comic books.

Seeing this, Gu Siwei felt very friendly, so he walked to the comic book counter.

I stretched my head and looked at the shelves at the back, and found that there were quite a lot of comic strips. Although they were all red stories, neither the painting skills nor the style of painting could compare with the comics of the following decades.

Nowadays, the authors of these comic strips are all well-known artists, and some are masters of painting themselves. Only in this era can such painting masters devote themselves to painting comic strips. After decades, let alone these real masters Now, there are some clowns who claim to be masters, but they also have long hair all day long, with a girl by their side carrying coins all over the world, so they have no time to improve their painting skills.

But the style and quality of the comic strips that could be published at this time were all top-notch.

"Well, comrade, show me this volume."

What Gu Siwei is currently pointing to is a copy of "Liu Baotang" on the counter.

Hearing that Gu Siwei wanted to read a book, the waiter was stunned, but she reacted quickly, smiled, walked over, took the key, opened the cabinet door, and took out the comic book Gu Siwei asked for.

Gu Siwei took it in his hand and turned it over. When he finally looked at the small price, he found that it was twenty-one cents a copy, so he couldn't help but feel happy.

The salesperson saw Gu Siweile and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, how many kinds of these little human books do you have here?" Gu Siwei asked.

When the salesperson heard this, he asked very vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

Judging from this stance, it was obvious that he regarded Gu Siwei as his enemy.

Gu Siwei quickly explained: "Our village wants to set up a literacy class, a knowledge class for poor farmers. I think this thing is very good, and I plan to buy a batch...".

Gu Siwei was talking about the train again.

After hearing this, the salesperson felt relieved and said, "I thought you were going to do something illegal."

Gu Siwei was speechless and thought to himself: Sister, this is a bookstore, not a BIUBIU store. What kind of laws are you breaking? Even if it is illegal, there are still decades between illegal publications and you.

"We have many kinds here, more than 200 kinds, more than 500 volumes in total," the salesperson said.

"You know everything?" Gu Siwei was a little surprised. He was surprised that this salesperson's business was quite strong.

"Our Sister Xu is a model worker in the city. How can this be difficult for her?" said a younger salesperson next to her.

"As long as you speak quickly"

The Sister Xu in front of me said something to her colleagues.

Gu Siwei was right. If he wasn't a model, he probably wouldn't have this attitude. He was much more enthusiastic than others. Of course, vigilance is also high.

"I don't know how much I can buy. I don't have much money now. Do you think you can give me two volumes of each?"

These words immediately shocked the salesperson.

"Two volumes of each?"

Gu Siwei thought to himself: It's two cents for a volume. If you don't buy it, you're still waiting to make soup. Not to mention anything else, just the names of the authors on the villain's book will cost you more than this amount.

What's more, the style of painting in these villain books now has nothing like the girly style that would have been achieved a few decades later, which really makes Gu Siwei like it.