The Era of Hard Work

The flood has passed, but rebuilding the embankment of Qingzhao River is a big project, and it is a game of chess for the whole county. Not to mention Lu Zhenlin and Yang Liewen, even Lu Dong, who is completely outside the system, knows that this is a very complicated job.

It was also not easy to rebuild the village primary school in Lujia Village.

Lu Dong was in a dilapidated house when he was in primary school, and after so many years, it is still a dilapidated house.

The hundreds of big trees in the elementary school are getting thicker and thicker, and the classrooms are getting more and more dilapidated.

Lu Dong was a little dazed, thinking of the online games he had played before, how great it would be to have a realistic version of the summoning skills, and launched a big move - Summon Gu Zai!

Twenty years later, of course.

As one of the best people in the town, Yang Liewen's face is full of easy-going and kindness when facing this young man like Lu Dong.

"Student Lu Dong." Yang Liewen came down from the government, different from ordinary township cadres: "In this flood fight, Ningxiu has emerged many outstanding comrades who have a sense of the overall situation and dare to charge forward."

Lu Dong clearly distinguishes the importance and has always maintained politeness and respect.

"Your performance is obvious to all." Yang Liewen said with a smile: "You should have heard that there is a commendation meeting in the county, and the town has applied for an advanced individual for you, and it has been approved. Then you will go on stage to receive the award and give a speech. Mentally prepare."

Lu Dong really wanted to ask how much the bonus was, but reason overwhelmed impulsiveness, and smiled politely: "Thank you for your concern, leader."

Ningxiu Town has survived the once-in-fifty-year flood, and the crisis has become an opportunity, but Yang Liewen understands that the opportunity will not automatically fall on the head, but must be actively fought for.

One of the means is to establish a model and increase publicity.

Yang Liewen really wanted to do things when he came down, but he also knew that the premise of wanting to do things was to be able to sit in the position to do things.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful you are, you can only watch helplessly.

Lu Dong doesn't think about those complicated things in the system. His thinking is relatively simple. Of course, it is good to have honor. If you are motivated by material, you will be more motivated.

Yang Liewen added: "The county TV station may have an interview, and I will ask someone to give you the manuscript in advance. Don't panic. There are reporters from the city newspaper, so they should not be able to interview you."

Lu Dong is not stupid, he knows what to say at this time: "I will follow the leader's arrangement."

Yang Liewen is very satisfied with Lu Dong, if everyone has this awareness, the work will be easy to start.

This young man left a deep impression on him from the first time he saw it. Although it was a little scary, he was undoubtedly an activist.

Lu Dong thought of the county TV station that broadcasts pirated Hong Kong dramas and Hong Kong movies all day long. It seems that there are only two self-made programs, the karaoke station and Qingzhao news. If it is an interview, it is probably the latter.

Qingzhaotai is relatively restrained in this era, and some small TV stations even dare to show Mr. Xu's art films.

Yang Liewen thought of another key question, coughed lightly, and asked, "Have you assessed your score in the college entrance examination?"

Lu Dongxin said, why are we talking about taking the college entrance examination again?

Yang Liewen has a plan, which needs the college entrance examination results as support: "Is there any hope for undergraduates?"

Lu Dong told the truth: "Three hundred, Xuan."

"What?" Yang Liewen didn't want to believe his ears. With a total score of 750, 300 is still pending? He still asked one more question: "How about an outbreak on the spot?"

This kind of thing cannot be false. Lu Dong will not mislead Yang Liewen, and is very responsible: "My grades have always been stable, very stable."

Yang Liewen looked Lu Dong up and down, stable? Does this mean it is stable? He concealed his disappointment: "I see."

Before the plan starts, it will die.

Lu Dong could see that Yang Liewen had thoughts, but he couldn't guess the specifics, so he kept silent.

In front of the leader, talk less and make less mistakes.

Yang Liewen ended the conversation: "The time for the commendation meeting is fixed, I will inform Lao Lu, don't go to other places in the near future."

Lu Dong went out, met Lu Zhenlin, and went to ride a bicycle.

Yang Liewen called the person in charge of the publicity outlet, and the other party quickly arrived at his office.

"This is more troublesome. It's easy to say in our county." The person in charge frowned and said, "Once he leaves the county, he is likely to be published in the big newspapers. His identity as a senior high school graduate cannot be concealed from others, and his grades cannot be confessed. "

"Students, good character and learning are the most basic. Character is very important, and academic performance is equally important. If academic performance is too poor, what does society think? We can't ignore it."

This statement was approved by Yang Liewen: "Let's talk about his college entrance examination results."

Riding on the bicycle, out of the gate of the town mansion, Lu Zhenlin brought Lu Dong to the large courtyard of the third construction company, and he was also familiar with the way, and entered a one-story office.

"Third brother, why are you here?" A middle-aged man seven or eight years younger than Lu Zhenlin came up to him.

Lu Zhenlin handed over the rolled-up silk banner: "Old Wu, we brothers are right here, beating gongs and drums will have a bad influence in the county, you put it away and ask someone to hang it up."

Lu Zhenfei took the silk banner and put it on the table: "Third brother, are you kidding me? Where am I from? Can you forget the roots?"

Some people leave the countryside, they really leave, and never want to go back.

Similarly, there are also people who think that their hometown is where they belong no matter where they go or what they do.

Even if you die, you have to return to your roots.

"Dongzi is here too." Lu Zhenfei often goes back and knows Lu Dong: "I haven't seen you for a few months, and it's been a long time."

Lu Dong called someone: "Fifth Grandpa."

"Sit!" Lu Zhenfei greeted Lu Zhenlin and Lu Dong, and made tea from a cup.

Lu Dong quickly took over, both of them were from the grandpa generation, so this kind of work naturally requires him, a junior, to do it.

Lu Zhenfei glanced at Lu Dong: "You're sensible."

Lu Zhenlin said: "Who says it's not. Lu Chun and Lu Xia are two bastards, both of whom are only sensible when they are seventeen or eighteen. These three brothers..."

He also talked about what the county was going to commend. Lu Zhenfei also heard about it, and praised Lu Dong a few words.

Lu Dong listened most of the time, and the elders only interrupted when they asked occasionally.

Time passed quickly, Lu Zhenlin didn't stay long, and left the county with Lu Dong in the middle of the afternoon and walked back.

At the intersection of Liujiawan, a tricycle came oncoming.

The car was full of rust, and there were three bags of urea piled up in the small body of the car. The big girl riding on the car bent over and pedaled hard, while the little girl behind pushed forward.

Lu Dong glanced at it, and said to Lu Zhenlin, "I have a classmate, let me say something."

Lu Zhenlin stopped his bicycle, Lu Dong got off, and greeted the tricycle side: "Zhao Di!"

Hearing Lu Dong's question, the big girl in front stopped and straightened up.

Her short hair is tied into a small braid at the back of her head. She has an oval face and three-dimensional facial features, but she is in the most intense stage of fighting acne in her life. Red bumps appear one after another on her forehead and cheeks, some of which are connected into pieces, and several of them One is in bud, red and white.

In addition, the arm with half of the sleeve exposed was flushed from the sun, and the part with the forearm facing up may have been exposed to the sun for too long, and the skin was obviously burst.

It makes big girls look a little intimidating.

The big girl lowered her head slightly, her voice was soft but firm as iron: "Lu Dong, call me Liu Linlin, I'm not Zhaodi."

"Understood." Lu Dong always said that, and it was difficult to change.

Lu Dong looked at Liu Zhaodi, Liu Zhaodi's head was even lower, Liu Linlin was only changed by her in private, the household registration book was in her father's hands, and it involved the college entrance examination, so she couldn't change it even if she wanted to.

Lu Dong said to the little girl behind the tricycle again, "Are you going to recruit again?"

The little girl is fourteen or fifteen years old, and she speaks eloquently: "I know you, you are the last one in my sister's class every year."

Lu Dong was speechless, unable to refute.

Liu Zhaodi didn't seem to want people to see her pimple-covered face, so she lowered her head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lu Dong didn't have anything to do. He just said something to his classmates: "We are in the same class for six years. Do you want to say hello? A few days ago, I saw your dad coming."

Liu Zhaodi's expression changed. Her father could guess what her father said to her classmates, especially the male classmates.

boy is that good? Is it not enough to earn face for him? Not doing enough work? What else?

Lu Dong secretly sighed, there are many similar parents in the countryside, but there are not many parents as obvious as her father.

"Have you estimated the score?" Lu Dong asked.

Liu Zhaodi nodded silently: "Yes."

Lu Dong asked again: "700 points?"

Liu Zhaodi raised her head suddenly, and said in a low voice with great confidence, "At least 700!"

The sun shone on the pimples, and the white tips became even whiter. Liu Zhaodi lowered her head and pedaled the bicycle again: "I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to send fat to my mother."

"OK."

Lu Dong didn't help, and he wouldn't do that kind of help. No one in an ordinary rural family has an easier life than anyone else.

The two sisters rode one and pushed the other, and continued to walk south.

A black Jialing 50 motorcycle came over, stopped beside the bicycle, and asked, "Brother Lu, what are you doing?"

Lu Zhenlin said, "Say hello to Zhaodi, Dongzi."

Lu Dong saw that it was Liu Zhaodi and her father: "Hello, Uncle Quan."

This generation is a bit messy?

He looked at Uncle Quan, who was dressed neatly, and then stole the tricycle in the south...

Uncle Quan asked Lu Dong curiously, "What did you say?"

Lu Dong was worried that he was overthinking: "I didn't say anything, so I asked Zhaodi about her grades, and she said there was hope for 700 points."

Lu Zhenlin was not without envy: "Mingquan, that's amazing, this is going to be the champion!"

"What's the matter?" Uncle Quan didn't care at all: "Even if you go to Tsinghua University and Peking University, you still can't get married? And the children you have are not allowed to have a surname?"

For a person like him, it is an inextricable knot: "Aren't I going to get rid of it?"

Lu Dong was speechless, Liu Zhaodi was sent to another house, who wouldn't be a baby bump?

Lu Zhenlin is well-informed and knowledgeable. He grew up in the countryside. He was not surprised. He said casually, "It's hard to say if you want a grandson? You are Secretary Liu Wan. You can find a good unit even if you graduate from college. When the time comes, you can recruit a son-in-law... ..."

Uncle Quan was stunned, and slammed down the handlebar: "Why didn't I think of that!" He then worried again: "What will happen if the girl who splits the fork doesn't come back from college?"

It was hard to answer, Lu Zhenlin waved his hand: "I want to go." He greeted Lu Dong: "Let's go."

Uncle Quan left suddenly on his motorcycle.

Lu Dong pushed hard on the pedal, and with a snap, the chain fell off.

"Unlucky!"

Lu Dong muttered, got out of the car and put on the chain, soaked his hands in oil, went to the side of the road and grabbed a few poplar leaves to wipe his hands, just after wiping twice, the backs of his fingers were burning.

Looking down, the back of his hand was red.

Lu Dong hurriedly inspected the leaves, and there was a small caterpillar on one of the leaves, itchy!

Hastily threw it on the ground, stepped on it and exploded.

"It's bloody bad luck for eight lifetimes!" Lu Dong lightly touched it, burning and stinging.

What is this called!

Back in the orchard, I quickly washed my hands with soap, dried them, found tape, and stuck it on the red and swollen back of my hand. Enduring the burning pain and pressing it firmly, I tore it off with all my might.

This time, it hurt even more, and a lot of fine hair was glued down!

After sticking it seven or eight times, feeling better, Lu Dong found toothpaste again and rubbed it on the back of his hand.

After the toothpaste dries up, pull out the toothpaste, and Lu Dong moves his hands, feeling much better.

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