Rebirth in 1970: I work as an educated youth in a forestry farm

Sheng Xitai was only nine years old and had eaten four buns, which was already a lot.

"This bun has a lot of meat and oil in it. What if it gets wet?

Even if it doesn't fall, what if you wake up with a stomachache again at night? "Zhang Shuzhen glared at her youngest son several times angrily.

"You too, just eating for yourself and not looking at the children.

How old is he, eating four buns is not enough? How to fix it if it's broken? Doesn’t it cost money to see a doctor? "

The latter words were directed at Sheng Liancheng.

Sheng Liancheng was eating, but he didn't expect that his son would be implicated innocently. He looked at his wife in confusion.

"How many children are not greedy? The family finally made the buns, and the buns are delicious today.

If the child is willing to eat, then he can eat it. How can I say no? "

"Don't use words against me. Why don't you take care of him when he gets hurt and feels uncomfortable in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Shuzhen glared at her husband and said angrily.

This man is so careless. Apart from working at work all day long, he doesn't worry about anything when he comes home.

"Okay, did you hear what your mother said?

You've already eaten four buns. You can't eat any more, or you'll spoil them. "

Sheng Liancheng stretched out his hand, touched his son's round belly, and persuaded him with a smile.

My son, it always hurts a little more.

Sheng Xitai received a blow on his hand, but it didn't hurt much, but he just felt like he hadn't eaten enough.

But his parents said they were not allowed to eat, and he didn't dare to disobey, so he moved back a few times aggrievedly, leaned against the wall, and watched others eat.

The other big ones were all eating, each eating three or four, or at most five buns, and they all stopped.

Just then, the loudspeaker in the field started shouting.

It was said that at seven o'clock in the evening, the club would hold a groundbreaking ceremony.

Let all employees, educated youth, and middle school students who have finished their meal actively participate.

"Are you all full? If you clean up after you are full, can we go there too?

This is a major event in the field. We are all part of the collective, and we must contribute when it is time to contribute. "

Sheng Liancheng didn't want to eat anymore, so he called his sons, quickly packed up, and went to participate in voluntary labor.

The new site of the Forest Farm Club was chosen to the east of the golf course, occupying a large area.

In the evening, on the construction site of the club, gongs and drums were loud, colorful flags were flying, and the singing was even louder from the loudspeaker of the forest farm.

Among the employees who had already had dinner were students and educated youths, either carrying shovels or pushing wheelbarrows, walking excitedly towards this side.

Some people were even chewing dry food in their mouths. It was obvious that they had not even finished their dinner, so they hurried over to participate in the work.

Sheng Liancheng led his three sons, each carrying their belongings, to the construction site.

When everyone met, they all greeted each other with a smile and chatted a few words, imagining what the club would look like after it was completed.

The construction workers over there had already driven the line piles. The people who came to work dispersed around according to the construction workers' requirements and started digging trenches.

People of this age have a strong sense of collective honor and are particularly motivated to participate in collective labor.

All employees, as long as they are healthy and able to work, are here.

Even middle school students and even senior elementary school students come to participate in labor.

The internal combustion engine that transports workers in the field pulls a temporarily attached trailer and transports stones along the rails temporarily laid on the construction site.

Everyone divided the work and cooperated. Some people dug trenches with shovels, some went to unload the trucks, and others mixed the sand, gravel and cement.

Once the trench is dug to a certain depth, many people will pile stones into the trench, transport and pour concrete.

Throughout the construction site, people were scrambling and motivated, and no one was lazy.

Everyone who participates in labor is full of enthusiasm and it is a lively scene.

The children could not participate in labor, so they watched the excitement from a distance.

There were also a few female educated youths who felt anxious that they could not help, so they simply went to the radio room to sing for everyone to boost morale.

Zhou Qinglan was dragged by others and went to the radio studio to sing.

Her voice is clear and translucent, and her singing voice is melodious and very beautiful.

People who were tired from working straightened up and wiped their sweat. They couldn't help but listen to it for a while and then praised it.

"Hey? Who sang this? It sounds so good."

Chen Weiguo's younger brother, Chen Weimin, was run over by a train when he was a child. He lost a leg and a hand and was unable to participate in such labor.

In order to boost morale, I composed a lyric poem on the spot and took it to the broadcast room to read aloud.

"The songs of the infrastructure battle resounded in the night sky over the forest. The army of voluntary workers had smiles on their faces..."

"Hey, it has to be our younger brother. Listen, this literary talent is great."

Sheng Xiping and Chen Weiguo happened to be together, chatting while working, and Sheng Xiping couldn't help but praise Chen Weimin.

"Yes, Xiaomin is really a pity.

You said that this child has a good appearance, is good at studying, can write and do calculations, and is also clever and can do anything.

Look at the words he writes with his left hand. They are more beautiful than those written with our right hands.

It's a pity, one leg and one hand are missing.

I'm still studying now, and I don't know if I'm worried or not. What can I do in the future? "

When talking about Chen Weiguo's younger brother, Wang Jianshe, Gao Haining and others couldn't help but sigh.

The same goes for the Chen family and the Sheng family. They both moved here from Shuguang Forest Farm.

When Chen Weimin was six years old, he ran out to play with some children, and ended up crossing a small bridge and getting on the track of a small train.

That day there happened to be a small train pushing several trolleys passing by.

It just so happened that the people on duty nearby ran back to the venue to clean up, and no one was guarding that intersection.

When the little train rushed out around a corner, the children were dumbfounded.

Chen Weimin was the youngest and ran slowly, so he accidentally fell on the railway track.

The train roared past and broke the child's leg and hand.

Fortunately, someone passed by and saw it. He quickly stopped the train and called someone to take the child to the hospital for rescue.

Six-year-old Weimin managed to save his life, but became disabled.

"Don't worry, Xiaomin is very strong and versatile. He can do anything.

Not to mention anything else, as far as his talent is concerned, who in our field can compare with him?

In the future, other people will be better off than us if they don’t have enough protection. "

When Sheng Xiping saw his friend Chen Weiguo sighing, he hurriedly offered words of comfort.

What he said was true. Later, Chen Weimin recruited workers and became a collective worker.

He also became the chairman of a large collective labor union and married a healthy and beautiful daughter-in-law.

Later, the whole group went bankrupt, and he was transferred to Songlin TV Station as an editor, and he also published several books.

He is a famous writer in the Forestry Bureau, and he is no ordinary person.

Others wanted to say, what's the use of Moonlight's writing skills these days? Can you still rely on your pen to support your wife and children?

But looking at Chen Weiguo's depressed look, everyone couldn't say anything more.

"Yes, yes, Xiping is right. Xiaomin is smart and capable, and there will definitely be a way out in the future."

Chen Weiguo knew that the brothers were trying to comfort him, so he cheered up and continued working with the others.