Scholars in the courtyard

In the afternoon, Yang Xiaotao and Zhou Peng signed up to join the factory protection team.

No matter whether you can get in or not, you must at least have a correct stance.

It proves that one's heart is for the motherland and is a red heart.

If you don't even have this attitude, and you, a young man, don't sign up to protect the factory, then there must be something wrong in your heart.

If you don't sign up, there will be problems. In this era, the truth is that simple.

How could Yang Xiaotao make such a mistake, not to mention that there is no guarantee that he will be selected if he signs up.

After all, people still need to work, right?

After registration was completed, as Yang Xiaotao had imagined, no one in the entire factory was left behind as long as they were of age and met the requirements.

Even people like Xu Damao stepped forward to sign up.

Then follow tomorrow's arrangements in the workshop, distribute the slogans and flags needed for tomorrow, and then come to the factory and follow them to the venue.

After a busy afternoon, it was almost six o'clock when Yang Xiaotao returned home.

Take out two bags of instant noodles from the space, pour them into the pot and start cooking.

Ham sausage, eggs, and a box of canned beef are dinner.

Perhaps it's the day when wages are paid, or perhaps it's the atmosphere of the National Day, but the aroma filling the courtyard is particularly strong today.

Although Si Zhu did not pass the assessment, he already had a good salary. In addition, he was alone on weekdays. He ate in the kitchen and brought back some leftovers. There were not many places to spend money, so he saved a lot of money.

I also paid my salary today, bought half a catty of pork, fried some celery in the evening, drank some wine by myself, and lived a comfortable life.

"This Yang Xiaotao is really nothing. He just teaches others his skills casually. Isn't this breaking the rules? How will the master take care of his apprentices in the future?"

Silly Zhu was drunk and hazy, thinking that this afternoon the director of the canteen was looking for him, asking him to learn from Yang Xiaotao and teach the cooking skills to the people in the canteen, so that everyone would learn how to cook better and improve the quality of the workers' food.

After hearing this, Silly Zhu almost gave him a spoon on the spot. Could he do this?

Does he dare to do this?

If he does this, not only will he lose his ability to eat, but he doesn't know whether he can be the squad leader in the future. It would be strange if his peers heard about it and didn't smash his pots and pans.

The director was disappointed and naturally had a bad look on Silly Zhu.

Silly Zhu did not dare to yell at the leader, but he hated Yang Xiaotao.

In the kitchen, he started scolding Yang Xiaotao, which made many people know what was going on.

Back in the courtyard, Yang Xiaotao cursed a few words before he came back. After Yang Xiaotao came back, he hid in the house and did not go out.

"You bitch, when you hand over all your skills, who will still care about you?"

"snort!"

…

bang bang bang

Yang Xiaotao was still asleep when he was woken up by the sound of crackling firecrackers. Then he looked at the time, five in the morning.

Outside, it was already dawn. Thinking about today, I lay in bed again.

"Xiaowei, close the door, close the window!"

Thinking in her heart, Xiaowei on the side immediately closed the window and closed the door and window. The sound in the room gradually became quieter, and Yang Xiaotao lay with his eyes closed.

At the gate of the front yard, Yan Fugui got up early and set off firecrackers distributed by the street office.

With a smile on his face, he didn't care about the shouts and curses in the courtyard.

In this festival, being able to receive this honor will add a lot of color to his resume as a teacher.

I thought to myself, this year's outstanding teachers can compete with each other. That's two pounds of fine grain!

As the firecrackers went off, the sound of firecrackers also sounded in other surrounding alleys, and the crackling was more lively than the Chinese New Year.

At this moment, he still wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep anymore. Yang Xiaotao got up, picked up some things, went to the pool in the courtyard to get a basin of water, returned home to wash up, then ate two eggs and drank a pack of walnut milk. , just took a telescope, put it around his neck and went out to the factory.

There were more and more pedestrians on the road, and the people I met seemed to be awake. But when they arrived at the workshop, they saw red flags fluttering in the wind, and the whole factory was ablaze.

The red color makes people's hearts surging, the red color makes people unable to help themselves, and the red color makes him feel the unique patriotic charm of this era.

With a jolt of energy, Yang Xiaotao quickly ran to the square team, then followed the team and began to assemble and assign tasks.

Wang Fa and the others also arrived very early. Looking at the telescope around Yang Xiaotao's neck, Che Wenwei also raised the telescope in his hand. He specially asked someone to borrow it.

Several people had made preparations, otherwise they would have been in the back and wouldn't have been able to see anything.

After everything was arranged, Yang Xiaotao held a small red flag in his hand and soon followed the group towards Tiananmen Square.

As a representative of the working class, their steel rolling mill was not assigned a position near the front, but it was still a good position from which Tiananmen could be seen.

When we arrived at the venue, the surrounding area was already filled with people. People from the Four Nine Cities and from all over the motherland filled the entire square.

Standing here, there are people all over the place, all kinds of local accents and all kinds of greetings.

Yang Xiaotao stood in the crowd and looked at the ten high platforms outside Tiananmen Square. At this time, someone had already entered to watch.

He was nearly 1.8 meters tall and looked around through a telescope.

Some foreigners also appeared among them, and they have obviously made great achievements in diplomacy.

Later, Yang Xiaotao saw the troops participating in the review. Although it was only a part of the troops, the murderous aura that burst out was more shocking than the display.

After waiting for more than an hour, National Day officially started.

At this moment, Yang Xiaotao saw an extra group of people on Tiananmen Square.

In my field of vision, the faces I had seen in textbooks, TV, screens and even pictures appeared one after another.

Familiar faces, some can be called out, some cannot be called out, but they feel familiar.

Especially for the people in the front, Yang Xiaotao's heart beat violently after seeing the real person.

This is a model of an era. In his childhood memories, when his grandfathers talked about these people, they were their gods.

And he saw ‘God’ with his own eyes today.

The 'god' who looks simple and kind, the 'god' who looks full of wisdom, the 'god' who seems to never forget.

With a firm voice that echoed throughout the world, everyone below held their breath and listened attentively.

Yang Xiaotao was the same as the people around him. At this moment, he had no pride as a time traveler, no pride in being a prophet, and no sense of superiority.

At this moment, he, like the people around him, listened to the elder's instructions with excitement and gratitude, listening carefully and with incomparable piety.

Those who have not lived in this era have no idea how noble that belief is.

This faith is the faith that saves them from the suffering of war, the faith that brings them freedom from oppression, and the faith that gives them a way to survive.

Yang Xiaotao suddenly found that he was completely assimilated by this era, and his own beliefs slowly grew in his heart.

That is, do your best for this country and this nation! Try your best!

The exciting music began to play, and then groups of National Day phalanxes came one after another.

Yang Xiaotao's thoughts were already in chaos, so he simply stopped thinking about it and stopped pursuing it.

Now he is a worker in a steel rolling mill.

Zhou Peng's cry came from the side, "Look, that's a cannon."

"There are also tanks, look at them."

"Overhead, there's a plane overhead!"

The excited crowd said excited words, and Yang Xiaotao smiled and shouted loudly, "It's our plane! There will be more in the future!"

“Besides, you don’t have to fly twice!”

…

In the courtyard, under the concierge in the front yard.

A group of old women were sitting on the mat, picking up shoe soles and sewing clothes.

On this festive day, everyone talks and laughs.

The old and young men all went out to watch the fun, and the remaining old women and young wives also put down their goods and took a rare vacation.

Lou Xiao'e didn't want to leave the compound collective, so she wandered around the compound when she had nothing to do. These days, people in the compound also saw her temperament. Although they didn't have a close friendship due to their status, they also regarded her as a member of the compound.

Of course, the most important thing is that Lou Xiaoe is a generous person who will enthusiastically help anyone who needs it.

Taking advantage of this, the third aunt in the front yard had a good relationship with her.

There is also the second aunt in the middle courtyard. The two families are next door, so the relationship is naturally better.

After breakfast today, Xu Damao hurried out, saying he was attending the National Day ceremony, but in fact he was just watching from a distance.

Even so, she was envious in her heart.

Due to her status, it is difficult to see her live, not to mention that she does not have a formal job yet.

Qin Huairu in the middle courtyard was getting older and was still lying at home. Lou Xiao'e didn't want to disturb her, so she came to the front yard alone, watched a group of old ladies chatting, and then found a quiet place to sit down and listen to them. Talking is also quite interesting.

Everyone did not see Lou Xiao'e coming and continued their conversation.

"Old Wang's family, how much does Yang Xiaotao cost per month?"

A woman wearing shoe soles asked in surprise.

Lao Wang's needle pricked it in, then pulled out the thread, and then said, "What's there to say? The whole factory knows."

Then he smiled proudly and said, "My family works in the third workshop. Yang Xiaotao's salary as a third-level fitter is 42.5 yuan. Later, he was rewarded with 5 yuan."

"It adds up to 47.5."

"47 yuan and 5 yuan, that's a lot."

No matter how many times they hear it, some people are always surprised.

The third aunt on the side was also surprised. Their old man couldn't earn so much.

"This Yang Xiaotao is probably the third most popular person in our courtyard."

The young daughter-in-law of the Liu family next to her suddenly spoke and clapped her fingers, "The most popular ones are the first uncle, then the second uncle, and now Yang Xiaotao is the third one."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wife of the Shen family on the side disagreed and said, "I think Xu Damao's family is more important."

When the Liu family's daughter-in-law heard the rebuttal, she immediately became unhappy, "How is that possible? Xu Damao's projectionist only costs about thirty yuan."

The Shen family members said disdainfully, "That's visible income. When did Xu Damao go to the countryside to watch a movie, didn't he come back with a bagful of local products?"

"If you do this a few times a month, won't you earn it?"

"Isn't it just some wild mushrooms, chestnuts, etc. How much are they worth? This is a difference of more than ten yuan."

The Liu family's daughter-in-law shook her head in disbelief, and seemed to think of something, "Don't forget, Yang Xiaotao's family has a vegetable garden. For so many days, not to mention Sijiu City, many people in our street have been doing vegetable gardens, but How many are as good as Yang Xiaotao's?"

"Besides, Yang Xiaotao can also fish. You haven't seen the water tank in his house. They are all big fish weighing more than four or five kilograms."

"These two are much better than souvenirs."

Several young wives and old ladies around listened with interest, and even the Shen family's daughter-in-law who had different opinions was persuaded.

After all, it was clear to everyone in the compound how Yang Xiaotao ate and lived all day long, and no one knew how to count.

Lou Xiao'e on the side wanted to get up and leave when she heard about Yang Xiaotao.

I don’t want to have anything to do with that person anymore.

But when I heard about Xu Damao again, I suddenly felt the urge to listen. I couldn't move my legs anymore, so I sat aside and listened quietly.