Official Immortal

The teenager was actually always on guard, worried that this tall young man was a bad person, but when he heard this, he felt that the other party was very familiar with the situation in the rural area, and he immediately relaxed his vigilance—the child in the village, thinking about things very real Less.

"Kang smoke must be hard work," he snorted, pretending to be old-fashioned, "If you want to understand the situation, then you come with me... don't move, my big flower bites people."

"Haha," Chen Taizhong laughed again when he heard it, "I know, it bit people...haha!"

The child was a little bit overwhelmed by Chen Taizhong’s smile, but after walking two steps, he couldn't help humming coldly when the young man asked about the Yankang loan, pretending to be mature, and said, "That's a ghost."

"All the loans are given to the related households?" Chen Taizhong asked in surprise, "Then I have to respond to the district."

"Oh, it's a long story," the young man sighed and stopped talking, as if imitating the vicissitudes of life.

He didn't speak, and District Chief Chen asked him to speak, "This grown-up in your family is also true, this night, sleeping by yourself, letting you come to see the tobacco fields...a little irresponsible."

"Dahua yells a few more times, you can't get out of this village," the young man snorted unconvincingly when he heard him say this. "My dad didn't sleep either. He is smoking a cigarette."

"Can he watch the tobacco field while he is on the kang?" Chen Taizhong was really puzzled when he heard this, "Isn't going to sleep anymore, should the kang be guarded?"

"We use the local kang," the boy sighed, "the electric kang can't be used, and the power is always cut..."

Tukang is a kang that does not use electricity. At most, it uses a bellows occasionally. When there is no blower in the elderly, it is such a kang. And the electric kang in Beichong dialect is not purely using electricity without fuel. The difference lies in more A blower was installed.

At present, most of the tobacco kangs in Beichong are electric kangs. This is an easy one, but the recent power outage has been so severe that everyone can't hold it. Many tobacco farmers use the old soil kangs to smoke the kang.

Tukang smoke is very hard. At first it was small fire kang smoke. The green leaves were hung as yellow and called hanging. Fortunately, when the heat is set, you must always pay attention to the heat, and these two At that time, you must pay special attention to the wind direction. When the wind direction is wrong, you must open the skylight to guide the wind. Once the wind flows back into the kang and the tobacco leaves are blackened, you will be blinded.

When the fire is dry, it is even more troublesome work. To keep the fire burning, it cannot be more or less. Usually at this time, it takes a few shifts, which is really hard.

The young man calmly introduced these common sense to Chen Taizhong, "My Yankang is now helping others set the sè, and the sè can be set for the fire, but my dad said that the weather has been holding back the rain all the time. Look at the wind direction and adjust the skylight, but you can't look at the fields... If the tobacco leaves are dropped, the folks will have to scold to death."

"Actually, the level of tobacco leaves has little to do with your father," District Chief Chen said with a smile, "The key is to have a good relationship with the purchase station... The current zhèngfǔ is special."

"Yes, special," the boy nodded sophistically, "My first-class cigarette is set to be third-class."

Nima, we don't have such a face slap, Chen Taizhong is willing to humble himself, but when others say that, he really can't stand it, "Where is your family's first-class grade three?"

"It's in our county," the young man snorted coldly, "so five years ago, my family stopped growing cigarettes."

I was forced to go. Chen Taizhong's legs were soft, and he didn't fall to the ground. In the year of Sao, I asked you if anyone was downgraded this year. Tell me five years ago?

"This is really too much," District Mayor Chen nodded his head after calming down. "There are more people who grow tobacco this year. Maybe someone in the district is downgrading. I'm investigating this matter."

"They dare not this year. My dad said that there is a public notice booth in the district where you can file a complaint." The boy deliberately expressed his maturity. "My family has planted tobacco leaves again, indicating that tobacco leaves can be planted, shh... …"

After the boo, he stood there and didn't move, and Chen Taizhong also didn't move—what do you mean?

After standing for more than ten seconds, the young man said in a puzzled manner, "I heard the sound of someone chopping cigarettes... Why doesn't it scream?"

Cigarette splitting is the dialect of Beichong, which means breaking tobacco leaves. This sound is relatively loud, especially in such a quiet night. Whoever wants to break the tobacco leaves down is indispensable.

Before he finished speaking, Da Hua screamed lifelessly. A young man emerged from the tobacco field in front and said with a hippie smile, "Knock off two leaves, why are you staring at my field?"

"I won't help your family anymore," the boy spit, "You're a prodigal, two leaves are worth two cents."

"I smashed two stalks," the young man replied with a smile, "I am teasing you."

"Humph," the young man stopped talking, and quickly led Chen Taizhong to the smoked pot of his house.

The boy's father was sitting dozing on a wooden pier. He heard footsteps, glanced at the people coming, glanced at the smoke hole, yawned, and said in a daze, "Who is this?"

"He said it was the district investigating the purchase of tobacco leaves." The young man stepped back from Chen Taizhong, waved the stick, and showed a fierce look. "To be honest, what are you doing?"

How could District Chief Chen know a little like a kid? He walked up to the man and squatted down, "Tukangkang, harder than electric kang, right?"

"This is not nonsense? Electric kang can use coal," the man looked at him half asleep, then looked at him again, then rubbed his red eyes, looked again, and asked tentatively, "It's Chen Qu long?"

"Well, it's me," Chen Taizhong nodded, "I heard that the lack of electricity has a great impact on Kang smoke. I took advantage of the coolness in the early morning to come over to find out the situation. Is the impact serious?"

"It's not serious, it's not serious," the man figured out that he was in front of the district mayor, his waist kept wide, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he smiled and replied, "The smoker can collect cigarettes according to the grade. This is a great thing... a little hard work. What's that? We are the dealer."

The father and son really couldn't adjust their words. District Mayor Chen smiled, "They collect cigarettes according to their grades, which is what they should do. What a good thing? I heard someone has heat stroke because of kang smoke?"

"Break tobacco leaves can also cause heat stroke," the man murmured disapprovingly, but after all he figured out what District Chief Chen wanted to ask. "Nowadays, there are a lot of people using soil kangs, and a lot of smoke kangs are contacting the generator, and some stop Up."

"There are not many big smoke kangs here?" Chen Taizhong asked again.

"There is a little more in Xiaoling. Dongchazi is richer than Xiaoling, and he has built a lot of kangs long ago." The man smiled honestly and drew out a pipe. He originally wanted to pass it to District Chief Chen. He shrank after thinking about it. When he came back, he said in a whisper, "Without cigarettes...it will be good if the cigarette rack is too big, and it will save the old time, but no one can bear the power outage all day long."

"For more than a year, if our power plant has generated electricity, that's all right," Chen Taizhong nodded and stood up. This man doesn't know much about it, so buddies should take a trip to Xiaoling.

The man hurriedly got up, walked back after sending him for a while, and took a look at his own kid, "District Chief Chen is a good person, and he came over in the middle of the night, just thinking things are too simple... Isn't the smoker fair, isn't it better?"

"That's right," the boy nodded, agreeing with his father. "It won't be too late to make a big smoking kang after the district has an electricity. Besides, after two years in the cigarette factory, will it do bad things? Who knows?"

"Tukang is good," the father glared at him with bloodshot eyes, "you are thinking about being lazy all day..."

Chen Taizhong didn’t get nothing from the conversation with the father and son. At least he saw the hard work of the tobacco farmers with his own eyes. What made him especially sighed was that people didn’t care about the lack of electricity, heatstroke or something. His only wish was to buy some points. When grading tobacco leaves, be fair.

What a kind and honest people, the young district mayor heartily sighed that there are such people under his jurisdiction. If you can't make a name for yourself, can you be worthy of them?

Just thinking about it, he drove into Xiaoling, and the sky was a little faintly bright. When he passed a small village, he saw a woman sitting there not far from a smoking kang, stopped the car and went over. Only after I asked, I knew that the kang was good for smoking. The tobacco leaves had to be spread out to dry and absorb the dew at three or four o'clock. Before the sun came out, they had to put away the tobacco leaves.

I really don’t know which line to do. I don’t know which line of hard work. The woman is confused and is not interested in his problems. "The smoke kang stops a lot, and the smoke is called the smoke kang... You have eyes, you can’t look at it yourself. ?"

"Then you rest, disturb," Chen Taizhong smiled, turned and left. The woman's words woke him up seriously. It was midnight when he came out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now the sky is faintly bright, and the smoke is not coming. Smokey, you can see it at a glance.

Driving the car all the way, he looked all the way, the more he looked, the more worried he saw, half of the big smoke kang that he saw was non-smoke, and he felt more uncomfortable when he thought that the district had to borrow money to let the tobacco farmers cover the smoke kang: It was built this year, but the loan interest is still available. What is this Nima? Just thinking about it, he drove around a bend, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly saw two or three kilometers ahead. With a lot of people, he originally wanted to turn around to Xiaoling Township and then return to the district. When he saw it, he kicked the accelerator. It was the place where the traffickers were blocked last time. It was the junction of Huacheng and Beichong. What happened? Child?

In the blink of an eye, the car arrived. He got off the car and took a look. There were two or three idle men standing on the side of Beichong, holding their arms to watch the excitement. Within the boundaries of the opposite Huacheng, a road barrier was erected and nailed up with thick wood. There was still a barbed wire fence between them. Behind the roadblock, there were five or six agricultural vehicles, and more than two dozen people were fighting with wooden and iron bars.

"What's the matter?" Chen Taizhong stepped forward.

Those few were happy to watch, and they didn't even notice the car behind them. Someone turned their heads to see, "Ah, District Chief Chen...this is the Huacheng people fighting by themselves."

"I said this roadblock, what is going on?" District Chief Chen pointed at the roadblock, frowning and asked.