The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

In the courtyard of my new residence on Saturday, steam was bubbling from an iron pot on top of a coal stove, and the rich smell of meat kept wafting in the room, which made Yang Dongxu, who was assembling a bicycle, keep looking into the pot.

It has already entered the twelfth lunar month at this time, and Yanjing passed the first snow last week, which brought the temperature suddenly below zero. Therefore, the function of assembly work in the yard was moved to the side room.

Others are unwilling to move here, so there are only Yang Dongxu and Wu Aibing here every day, and Wu Aibing is usually alone when he is in school.

There is a distance from Mao'er Hutong here, and it is too cold in winter to go back for lunch. So a coal stove was set up here, and Wu Aibing came back here at noon to deal with the meal, and in the afternoon, he gave the assembled bicycles to those who had originally planned. Once the gate was locked, he could go home to take care of his mother.

"Cross, the car bars should be crossed. The longer the brake line, the better. When you hold the brakes, you have to let the brake pads exert force." Yang Dongxu, the Khan's martial arts soldier, reluctantly went over to teach him hand in hand.

Wu Aibing is good at everything and has a smart mind, but he is confused about the technology of assembling bicycles, as if a smart child can do everything, but he looks like a fool when he learns to read.

However, with Wu Aibing's help, the bicycle assembly can bring money in an instant, which saves Yang Dongxu a lot of work. What's more important is that Wu Aibing is so honest, sometimes seeing him so stupid Yang Dongxu couldn't bear to say that he could only teach him over and over again.

Bicycle parts are cheaper than Yang Dongxu imagined, because they are purchased in large quantities every time. So on average, it costs about 60 yuan to assemble a bicycle.

Bicycles with bills and no worries are selling very hot at a price of 150 yuan, and the supply of the comrades who Wu Aibing helped to bring in parts alone is in short supply in the factory.

At the beginning, Yang Dongxu planned that he only wanted 120 cars, leaving enough profit margin for Wu Aibing. As for how much he can sell, it depends on his ability.

But Wu Aibing didn't agree with anything, and said that the apprentices were just in charge of the meals and didn't need to be paid. Seeing that he is so 'cute', Yang Dongxu is really a little worried about how he will live in the era of the explosion of deception technology in future generations.

In the end, to put it bluntly, Yang Dongxu fixed the price of the bicycle at 150, lest this guy be sold for 70 yuan. Every time I think of Wu Aibing watching someone pay 150 yuan to buy a bicycle, the look in his eyes that wants to say but dare not say it makes Yang Dongxu feel even more that he is a black-hearted businessman.

150 a bicycle, sell a Wu Ai Bing for ten yuan. This was the last thing Yang Dongxu forced him to agree to. Then give his comrades 10 yuan for each set, you can't make people work for nothing, right? So Yang Dongxu can transfer 70 yuan to assemble a bicycle.

Because of going to school, Yang Dongxu only assembled three cars in the past few days, and one of them was given to his grandpa. After the remaining two cars were sold, old man Xuan felt uneasy for a while, and ran here three times a day for fear of accidents.

Well, you are all good people! I'm the only one with a dark heart. Yang Dongxu suddenly felt that his future businessman theory was so out of place in this era.

"Can you build three cars today? Those who want the cars have already paid the deposit, and the urging is a bit tight." Seeing Yang Dongxu smooth out the messy car strips just now, Wu Aibing asked with some embarrassment.

But I don't know why he is fascinated by this. He can dismantle the machine guns used in war with his eyes closed and assemble them again. But I just can't figure it out, which requires cross-strength car bars.

"It shouldn't be a problem. I'll get the rims and brake cables in the afternoon. You can assemble these large parts." Yang Dongxu nodded after seeing the four bicycle rims that had been assembled.

"It's okay." Wu Aibing patted his chest to assure, as long as he didn't let him touch the car strip, and the brake line, he could do everything else nimbly.

After winding up the rims in their hands, Yang Dongxu and Wu Aibing poured hot water from the kettle, washed their hands and prepared to eat. At this time, the stewed chicken with mushrooms in the pot has thick soup and the meat is rotten, and the white flour steamed buns on the pot are also transparent.

The chicken is of course not an ordinary chicken, it was caught by Wu Aibing last night. Now whether it is Qianhai, Houhai, or Beihai Park, there are overgrown grasses. When it snows in winter, many people go there to chase rabbits and catch pheasants, not even wild animals such as foxes.

Authentic pheasant, served with sun-dried mushrooms picked by old man Xuan in summer, plus some dried vegetables and old man Xuan's unique secret recipe, although it is not the first time to eat it, every time there is a feeling that you might bite your tongue in a hurry.

"After dinner, take me to the post office to mail the letter while it's still hot, and then we'll come back to assemble the bicycle." After a meal, the lion shook his head, and Yang Dongxu filled a bowl of soup and soaked the steamed buns in it. In fact, the pot stickers are more delicious at this time, but unfortunately he and Ai Bing don't know how to make noodles, so they can only make do with ready-made steamed buns.

Counting the days, Yang Dongxu has been away from home for half a year. Although he has a heart in his forties, he used to be away all year round. But I don’t know why I’m so homesick recently, so one letter a month ago has now become one half a month, or one a week.

"Why don't you give me the letter, and I'll send it to you. It's the same address, right? As I remember, it's quite cold outside." Wu Aibing, who was sweating from eating, said.

"I have to go to Chen Weimin, Uncle Chen, who is my grandfather's student. This year, I can't go back. My grandfather is too busy to spare time. So I want to give Uncle Chen a call. Call, let him take care of my parents." Yang Dongxu said with a sigh.

Originally, when summer came, it was agreed to go back after the Spring Festival, and it happened that Yang Dongxu was also on winter vacation at that time. But who would have thought that Zhou Yiren would be so busy that he would not be able to spare time.

In this era, although there is no such thing as abduction and trafficking of children, no one can rest assured that Yang Dongxu, a child, will travel thousands of miles to return home. So there is no need to think about going home during the Chinese New Year. I can only see if there is a chance to go back next summer.

Think about the frugal character of my parents, even if I have money, I will wrong my temper. So Yang Dongxun was going to say hello to Chen Weimin in advance, so that he would have time to send some things, and send some New Year's goods over for the New Year. After everything is sold, you can’t just watch it go bad and not eat it, right?

Of course, although Chen Weimin was very willing to help, Yang Dongxu didn't take advantage of it in vain. When writing letters home, he would occasionally write a letter to Chen Weimin, which contained some suggestions on some economic markets and how to develop agriculture.

These suggestions greatly benefited Chen Weimin, and sometimes he sent letters to Yang Dongxu himself. I heard from my grandfather that the fertilizer plant built in Chengwang District was put into production at the beginning of the year. This incident made Chen Weimin a big hit, and maybe he will be able to move to it next year.

After dinner, Wu Aibing took Yang Dongxu to the post office by bike, and he called Chen Weimin. Some things are not clear in the letter, so it is more convenient to make a phone call.

It's a pity that telephones cannot be installed in private homes now. Even in Yanjing, if you want to make calls, you can only go to the sub-district office, or to a national institution such as the post office.

As for whether it is possible to install a telephone in my hometown, don’t even think about it. Now the telephone line in Anhui Province has only been laid in the district, and there is no telephone in the town. It's rural.

But one advantage is that there is no money for calling now, yes, no money. Because there are no private telephones, all calls are public-to-public, so there is no telephone charge. This made Yang Dongxu see that this era is even more advanced than later generations, and the phone bill is completely free.

Of course, even if it is free of charge, ordinary people generally cannot use the phone, which means that the current phone is not available to anyone who wants to make a call. What's more, Wu Aibing has a childhood friend who works at the post office, so Yang Dongxu has this kind of convenience.

After making the phone call and coming out of the post office, Yang Dongxu handed Xin to Wu Aibing. Wu Aibing went to the counter to buy a stamp and put it on. The counter was too high and Yang Dongxu couldn't reach it.

"It's done, let's go back." Wu Aibing shook the letter in Yang Dongxu's hand, expressing that it was done, and then threw the letter to the receiver at the post office.

Yang Dongxu nodded his head without saying anything and turned to leave, but he turned around and came out after walking a few steps. Wu Aibing, who was following him, almost bumped into him.

"What's wrong?" Wu Aibing looked at Yang Dongxu strangely.

Yang Dongxu stared blankly at the frowning expression on the other side of the counter. A flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind just now, but it disappeared too quickly for him to catch it, but he instinctively felt that he seemed to have overlooked something important. things.

Seeing that Yang Dongxu was silent and staring in the direction of the counter, Wu Aibing turned around and took a look, carefully looked at everything in that direction, found nothing wrong, turned around and looked at Yang Dongxu puzzled.

"Ai Bing, you haven't left yet, haven't you sent the letter yet?" This was Wu Aibing's hair Xiaoliu Shengli who came out from behind with a teacup and asked.

"It's been sent, I'm not" Wu Aibing didn't know how to explain for a moment.

"By the way, send the letter!" Yang Dongxu's eyes lit up and he ran to the counter. Although Wu Aibing was strange, he could only follow behind. After coming to the counter, Yang Dongxu blinked his innocent big eyes and said, "Auntie, help me get a page of stamps, I want a full page. It's the red one with monkeys printed on it just now."

"Little friend, why do you want so many stamps? A full page of stamps is not cheap." The staff behind the counter looked at Yang Dongxu with a smile, obviously treating him like a seven-year-old kid interested in bright things treated.

"It's okay, I have money." Yang Dongxu took a ten-yuan Da Tuan and passed it through the small window on the counter.

"This" the post office staff was a little dumbfounded. After working for several years, the money in her hand was not 100,000 and 80,000. It was the first time she saw a child take out 10 yuan. She couldn't help but look at the person behind Xu Dongxu. Wu Aibing, the meaning in the eyes is very obvious, why don't you hurry up and take care of your children.