Rebirth of the Burning Era

It's good to have ambition, but it's not good to have no money.

In the past five thousand years, there are not only one or two heroic men who have been killed by a penny, and more than one or two of them have been drowned out by reality.

At the end of the meal, Liang Yifei realized that the 'hard dishes' he ordered were really not cheap.

Liang Yicheng rummaged through his pockets and took out a pile of notes worth 1 or 2 yuan, 150 cents, but he was surprised that he didn't collect enough 18 yuan or 60 cents.

Aunt Ping kept standing by the side, holding her arms, with a smile that was not a smile on her face, looking at Liang Yicheng's embarrassment when he was looking for tickets.

After taking out several pockets, Liang Yicheng shook his head with a wry smile, neatly folded a stack of crumpled bills, and handed them over.

"A Ping, there's still five and a half dollars left. I'll bring it to you the day after tomorrow at the latest."

"Brother Yicheng, you intellectuals are not good at this!"

Aunt Ping stopped laughing, folded her arms on her chest, and didn't even look at the money. She glared at Liang Yicheng and said reluctantly, "I'll treat my eldest nephew to a meal and let him catch the wind, what's wrong? Give me money!"

"A Ping, you are running a shop, you can live on this, you don't need money!" Liang Yicheng insisted.

When Aunt Ping turned her head, she cleaned up the tableware and chopsticks on the table, making a lot of noise, and without looking at Liang Yicheng, she said with a stern face, "If you want to see things like this, don't come in the future!"

Liang Yifei watched from the side and felt that something was not right.

What do you mean, these two... eh?

Sir, it's alright.

Seeing that he was stiff, he laughed and said, "Dad, Aunt Ping has some thoughts. I will make money from work in the future. If I come to Aunt Ping for dinner, it will be over."

"Right, look, Yifei is more sensible, and he will definitely have a bright future in the future. Okay, Yifei will only be back today, and I won't leave you anymore. The two of you should go home to take a bath and talk!"

As Aunt Ping said, the money was also confiscated, so she quickly turned around and left with a few empty plates.

Liang Yicheng looked at Aunt Ping's back with mixed feelings and sighed.

He is a high school student. His education is not low at present. He can be regarded as an intellectual. He is a cadre in the factory. He is handsome. .

Liang Yifei asked strangely, "Dad, why is the situation at home so difficult?"

Anyway, the old man has two hundred yuan a month, how come he can't even get more than ten yuan for a meal?

Liang Yicheng waved his hand and said, "Hey, the factory has not been able to do well in the past six months. For more than two months, only half of the salary has been paid. Besides, I have asked someone to help you enter the factory. You are not allowed to buy any tobacco, alcohol, and tea."

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The Liang family is located in the PF area less than 50 meters behind Xiaoxiangjiang. It is a bit like the 'urban village' of later generations. There are rows of bungalows next to each other, but it is much cleaner than the dirty and poor urban villages.

After all, the people who live in the factory area are the backbone of society, not the old, weak, sick and disabled in urban villages in later generations.

I met a few neighbors at the door of my house. I saw Liang Yifei and came up to greet him. The attitude was much better than those of the acquaintances I met on the street.

The two of them were not in the mood to be mean to these people, so they went home directly.

The Liang family is not big. There is a living room and a bedroom. There is a double bed in the living room. The bedroom was lived in by Liang Yifei before. Although no one lived there for several years, it was clean.

There is an 18-inch black and white TV in the living room. It is square and has a big belly. There are two knobs on the side. At first glance, it looks like a microwave oven, and there are two antennae like cricket whiskers on its head.

Next to the TV is a writing desk. On the writing desk, there is a black and white photo.

A young woman with big braids.

Liang Yicheng lit two sticks of incense, flashed the fire with his hands, and gave Liang Yifei a stick.

"Give your mother some incense sticks."

"Liang Yifei" is also a hard-working child, and his mother died when he was eight years old.

The person who took the incense and the eight classics bowed three times, and Liang Yicheng also worshipped the incense twice, saying in his mouth:

"Xiuping, my son has come out. He is much more stable than before. I have already asked Lao Zhou to let his son enter the factory. Don't worry."

After serving the incense, he pulled Liang Yifei into the inner cabin, and pulled out a **** plastic bag from under the belly of the bed.

When I opened it, I saw two Hongta Mountains, two bottles of Daqu, and a lady's plum blossom watch.

No wonder he didn't even have money for a meal.

"I'll send it. Your Uncle Zhou specified not to, but we can't play stupid. He comes over at night, and this is about to happen. You take these to his house tomorrow night. If he doesn't accept it, you leave it and leave." Liang Yicheng instructed.

"Okay." Liang Yifei said.

It is customary for the children of employees to enter the factory. It stands to reason that there is no need to ask for help.

However, Liang Yifei's situation is special. After all, he is a prisoner of reform through labor. In addition, the factory's profitability is not good during this time. A group of employees' children are waiting to enter the factory.

Let him enter the factory, there is still a lot of favor.

Liang Yicheng also talked to Liang Yifei about the factory for a while, to prevent Zhou Wanxin from 'inspecting' and his son could not answer.

At half past eight, someone knocked on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man with a national character face. When the wind blew, the sleeve of his left arm was empty.

If this is a martial arts movie, then Liang Yifei will have to call him 'Dr. Yang', or Big Brother Yang.

Unfortunately not.

The director of the cannery, Zhou Wanxin, a fighting hero.

Followed by another person, naturally not a big eagle, but Yang Aiguo, chief of the marketing department of the cannery.

"Yo, I haven't seen it for a few years, he's grown into a big guy."

Zhou Wanxin looked at Liang Yifei up and down a few times, then punched him in the chest with a neither light nor heavy, and nodded, "Well, it's alright, I'm a little stronger, and it's a little darker, just come out."

Don't look at it, there's only one arm left, but Zhou Wanxin, who was born in a scout, is really strong in his hand, and Liang Yifei staggered a step backwards because of the hammer.

Rubbing his chest and laughing, he rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking that if I were a bitch, just this moment, I'll rely on you!

Yang Aiguo followed with a smile and said: "The director is right, just come out, Xiaoliang, don't feel inferior, don't be discouraged, the whole country is in good shape now, you are young, as long as you are not lazy, there is still a way out in the future. Well."

Liang Yicheng was calling to make tea. Originally, when he saw Yang Aiguo coming, he felt a little drum in his heart. Hearing Yang Aiguo's words again, he felt that something was not right, so he looked back at Zhou Wanxin with an inquiring look.

"Yicheng, I'm here today. I have two things to tell you."

Zhou Wanxin took the initiative to take Liang Yicheng's tea, took out a packet of red plums from his pocket with one arm, shook one out and handed it to Liang Yicheng, bit one himself, shook another to Yang Aiguo, and finally glanced at it. Liang Yifei shook the cigarette case at him.

Liang Yifei laughed and waved his hand to signal not to smoke.

Liang Yicheng turned a match and lit it for Zhou Wanxin, looking at him suspiciously, his eyes filled with anticipation and fear, like a prisoner waiting for the final trial.

Zhou Wanxin took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke that had turned light blue. When the smoke dissipated, he sighed and said in a deep voice, "Yicheng, as soon as we flew into the factory, our party group discussed it and we didn't. pass."

The room fell silent.

After almost half a minute, Liang Yicheng spoke up.

"Factory manager, I have worked in the factory for more than 20 years, not to mention my contributions, at least I am conscientious and conscientious, and I have won five or six times just by being an advanced model worker. It is an old rule for the children of employees to enter the factory. Why can't it be my son's turn? ?"

His tone was calm, but his attitude was firm. His words were sonorous and forceful, which was completely different from the silence on the way back and the embarrassment in Aunt Ping's restaurant.

Yang Aiguo is a member of the party group. He is with Zhou Wanxin today. In addition to other work to discuss, he is actually doing Liang Yicheng's ideological work together. He smiled and said, "Yicheng, that's not what you mean, Yifei is after all... Come out."

"What happened when you just came out!"

Facing Yang Aiguo, who had similar qualifications as his own, Liang Yicheng was less polite and stared.

"He made a mistake, and the state shut him down. I have nothing to say. But now that his sentence has expired, his sins have been atonement! Why, people are not allowed to make mistakes, and if they make a mistake, they will be beaten to death? Lao Yang, you Haven't you made any mistakes? After reviewing and admitting your mistakes, didn't the organization trust you the same way?! If you were convicted of hooliganism at that time, would you be there now?!"

In 1985, Yang Aiguo was watching an open-air movie, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, he touched the buttocks of a female worker in the front row.

In the end, the trouble came to the police station, and the factory came forward to save it. It was a self-criticism at the whole factory meeting, and it was at home to kneel on the washboard for my daughter-in-law. It was finally calmed down.

If you want to stink Lao Yang, take this matter as an example, it's absolutely right, say it right away!

Of course, this is only limited to old workers and cadres like Liang Yicheng. If they can talk about it together, if young workers dare to mention this, Old Yang has a way to deal with him.

Yang Aiguo blushed with embarrassment, "Oh, tell me about Yicheng, why are you talking about this in front of a child?

Zhou Wanxin waved his hand and said, "Yicheng, it's not against you, let alone Yifei. The children are all grown up by everyone, so why not help? But the problem is that the factory is in a difficult situation now. It’s not that I don’t know, there are more than 400,000 cans in the warehouse that can’t be sold, the production line is going to stop, and even the wages are not fully paid, how can I enter the factory again, don’t tell you, even my own son wants to enter the factory. !"

"Yes, yes, Yicheng, the director of the factory brought me here today. I'm still here to talk to you about the market. The publicity department should hurry up and find a way. Our two departments will cooperate to sell the backlog of canned food as soon as possible. In any case, Pay off the bank loan first!"

They diverted the topic, Liang Yicheng didn't pick up on it at all, whatever you say, I just keep paying attention, with a livid face, and leave a sentence.

"Director, I've worked in the factory all my life. The factory will take care of my family's affairs no matter what. The rest is easy to say!"

After speaking, he kept smoking and stopped talking.

He told Liang Yifei not to have a hard time with Zhou Wanxin, but for the sake of his son, he did it himself.

But just as Liang Yicheng said, Zhou Wanxin is also a tough guy, so he doesn't want to eat this!

In peacetime, he will definitely help with Liang Yicheng's family affairs.

The current director of the company is a big boss. He not only manages production, but also the employees' families. Besides, he has a good personal relationship with Liang Yicheng. Liang Yicheng has a good job performance and is a competent person for publicity.

But in this situation, absolutely not!

Liang Yifei is not the only employee who is waiting to enter the factory. What about the others?

The factory has become like this, maybe one day it will become yellow, and a lot of new people who can't know anything will come in. Isn't this old birthday star who drinks arsenic and has a long life?

Yang Aiguo didn't say anything at the side, thinking of his small calculations in his heart.

His son is also lining up to enter the factory.

Otherwise, if they don't even enter the factory, if even Liang Yifei who was released from labor reform can enter the factory, then he will go to the secretary's place to make trouble and let his son also enter the marketing department!

The atmosphere was very embarrassing, the family was surrounded by smoke, and no one spoke.

It was Liang Yifei who broke the deadlock first, got up and opened the window to let the choking smell of smoke dissipate. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Uncle Zhou, Uncle Yang, let me put it aside beforehand. Don't you want to talk to my dad about the factory? Let's talk about the factory first. What's wrong with the factory?"

For parents of this era, if their children can enter the factory, they will have a lifetime of iron rice bowls.

But to Liang Yifei, it didn't matter at all.

How about a small cannery, even if you go in and become a worker, working from 9 to 5 every day, earning more than 100 yuan a month, fighting red-faced with others for the bonus of 3 or 5 yuan, and always worrying about being laid off?

joke!

This is the early 1990s, an era that can create miracles.

Everything is brand new, everyone is crossing the river by feeling the stones, and there is no ready-made experience. They not only have a prophet of the general trend of history, but also have the experience and lessons accumulated by countless people in their lifetimes during the decades of reform and opening up.

Just like panning for gold, he already has gold in his mind, and he doesn't need to accumulate it slowly from tons of mud at the cost of time, money, etc.

He didn't worry about the way out in the future at all. Flying was certain. The only difference was how high and how stable it was.

I spend hundreds of thousands of dollars every minute, but you let me eat beef offal with you?

What about playing?

The promise to Liang Yicheng was purely to make him feel at ease, to be filial and filial, to follow the old man's meaning, that is, filial piety, not to enter the factory, and to reconcile Liang Yifei's mind.

Liang Yifei made his statement, and Zhou Wanxin always gave him a step to let Liang Yicheng go down, half joking and half earnestly saying: "Yifei is still sensible. You are not too young, just listen to it together. Well, if you have a solution, I promise you to enter the factory."

Liang Yifei smiled and said nothing.

If he can solve the inventory of hundreds of thousands of bottles, what he wants is not as simple as entering the factory.