Winner in life

《Life Winner [Quick Wear]》

Seeing this sentence means that the purchase ratio is not enough. I almost failed to complete the task on the first day of work. One of Ruihe’s two team members is called Zhang Cuimei and the other is called Zhang Tianci. The former is from the next village, and the latter is from Shangmei Village. They are older than Ruihe. Zhang Cuimei looks very straightforward and capable, and she has the final say in the team. The three of them first went to the bamboo forest to cut bamboo, then cut bamboo strips together, and then assigned people to make bamboo baskets. It is hard to say which job is easier, cutting bamboo strips or making bamboo baskets. Someone needs to do each one.

Zhang Cuimei arranged Zhang Tianci to continue cutting bamboo. She was responsible for cutting bamboo strips and letting Ruihe make them. "I saw you in the morning. The basket you made is very beautiful and strong."

After cutting two times, Zhang Tianci was reluctant to go out again. It was too hot outside, but he cut bamboo strips very slowly. It took some time to get used to it, and it took half an hour in the end.

It was already seven o'clock when he got home. After dinner, Ruihe fell asleep immediately. When the gong sounded, he still felt that he had not slept enough. His hands were sore. The exhausting factory life lasted for a whole month. The cargo trucks left the village every other day, transporting batches of goods away. After the factory's several large orders were finally completed, the workers were able to breathe a sigh of relief.

When the last batch of goods was shipped out, Ruihe was named by the manager to deliver it.

"After the delivery, take a day off tomorrow!"

In this way, three months after coming to this world, Ruihe left the village for the first time. There was a bicycle in the factory. The old worker who could ride a bicycle was the first to go out with the bamboo baskets. The rest of the large batches were pulled by ox carts. Ruihe sat on the edge of the ox cart, holding the bamboo baskets piled higher than a person behind him, and staggered to the city.

Along the way, Ruihe looked around with wide eyes, looking at the pedestrians wearing dark-colored clothes. Some carried baskets on their backs, and some carried baskets. Children ran by laughing and playing. A girl fell down but didn't cry. She got up and continued to chase: "Brother, wait for me! Brother!"

Ruihe watched intently until the girl's voice disappeared on the dusty dirt road. He turned his head and saw a shop on the side of the road with the words "Patriotic Juice Shop". It was called a juice shop, but there was a sign next to it with big words "juice", "fried noodles", "soup noodles", etc., indicating that it sold a lot of things. He thought about it and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Juice is a local specialty. It is a thin slice steamed with rice flour paste made from glutinous rice and water. After cutting it into triangular pieces, it is cooked like noodles. It will be added with braised dried tofu, bean curd, braised pork belly, braised pork intestines, pig intestines, etc. The juice tastes smooth and chewy. The soup has the rich aroma of rice and the rich aroma of the sauce.

Just by exploring Zhang Xiaoshan's memories, Ruihe drooled all over the floor and felt his stomach growling.

That store is state-owned. In fact, it is open all day and has supper. You need food coupons to eat. A bowl of rice soup costs 30 cents, and you need 2 taels of food coupons.

Ruihe doesn't have a penny now. The family's coupons are kept by Zhang Dashan and his wife, and he doesn't have any. Even if he had, he wouldn't be willing to eat such a bowl of rice soup with rich ingredients.

He watched for a long time, and his eyes were still glued to it after the ox cart passed by. Mingyong, who was in the same car, smiled and said, "Want to try it? It's more economical to cook it at home. You can use the food coupons to buy some glutinous rice and grind it at the tofu shop in the village. It only costs one cent to grind a pound. You can make rice soup with rice flour at home."

Ruihe smiled and nodded: "Okay." He now knows how to get food coupons, so he won't ask where to get them rashly.

"Ah, it was better in the past. I remember when I was young, there were many breakfast and night snack stalls on the roadside, and a bowl of soup was only ten cents." Mingyong sighed, "It's nothing like now, you need tickets to buy everything. Alas!" He is already 27 years old, and it's not easy to get married! Recently, he has to work overtime and purchase wedding supplies, and he is so tired that he has lost weight.

In this world and this era, there are really many things that surprise Ruihe. For example, this ticket is unheard of. He flipped through Zhang Xiaoshan's memory, and it seemed that in another five or six years, there would be "reform and opening up"? After that, the country began to change greatly. First, the cloth ticket was cancelled, and then the grain and oil ticket was cancelled. When Zhang Xiaoshan was 37 years old, all the tickets disappeared. You can buy many things in the market with money. As long as you have money, you can buy whatever you want.

Ruihe plans to save a lot of money before he can buy what he wants. For example, the house, the division of the family is imperative, but the house at home is also very old. It is the house left by the original owner's parents, and it has a history of more than 30 years.

Moreover, after reading Zhang Xiaoshan's memory, he knew that the future world would develop better, peaceful and prosperous, which were the scenery that Ruihe had never seen before. He wanted to see it and learn it well. As long as he worked hard, he could get what he wanted. This was a world that made people yearn for.

He wanted to learn to read, see the world, and learn skills.

He wanted to grow up and be a support for his sister after returning home.

After reading Zhang Xiaoshan's memory, Ruihe had a deeper plan for the future. The future was bright, and he wanted to move towards that light.

The first task now was to make money.

The ox cart was not moving fast. It was lunch time but it had only gone halfway. The ox cart stopped under a big tree on the side of the road, and the workers dispersed in groups of three or two to find food. Ruihe didn't know that he would be sent out to deliver goods today. He didn't bring anything with him. He sat under the tree to cool off and wait for others to come back.

Mingyong came back with a bun in his mouth and two more in his hand. Seeing Ruihe sitting under the tree, he asked in surprise: "Have you finished eating so soon? Are you the only one?"

Rui He was a little embarrassed: "Well, it's just me."

There was nothing to say between the two of them. Ming Yong finished the buns in a few mouthfuls and leaned against the tree and burped. Ruihe suddenly heard him speak: "Our job is not difficult at all, but the management requirements are very high. Every bamboo basket must be made the best. Some people with three-legged cat kung fu can't do it. I just joined the factory At the worst time, I could only make two baskets a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. I didn’t want to be a steward if I couldn’t do it well. I had to dismantle and tie it up. If I dismantled it twice more, the bamboo pieces were damaged and I had to peel them again. Bamboo pieces.”

Ruihe has heard about this matter. He heard that because of such strictness, the factory's products are selling well. He heard that they have been selling bread bowls abroad in recent years, which makes them very embarrassed.

"I heard that your team is the best among the new workers. You are the one doing all the bamboo basket making? That's great. Having a good craft can last a lifetime. If you do well in the future, I will be happy. "Mingyong patted Rui He on the shoulder and gave him the last bun, "Eat it, and be kind to yourself when you get your salary. The stomach is the last thing you can bully. If you bully it for one day, it will be there for the rest of your life. I have to take revenge on you. I’ll go to the villager’s house and ask for some well water, and you can watch the car.”

Rui He didn't expect that Ming Yong encouraged him first and finally gave him a bun. He was very moved and slowly ate the buns. The buns were filled with cabbage and were a little warm. After eating, he stood up and faced Mingyong. Mingyong fetched five bamboo tubes of well water and gave one tube to Ruihe: "Although it's hot, don't rush. Drink coaxingly and take a little sip.”

He hung other bamboo tubes on the bamboo basket: "This is all experience. If you have to go out temporarily in the future, you can bring it with you."

Rui He nodded gratefully: "I understand."

When other workers came back one after another, the three oxcarts continued to move. They delivered the bamboo baskets to the main bamboo factory in the city and rested there for a while. Mingyong said, "If you want to go shopping, go shopping. It's five o'clock." It’s time to gather and go home. If you miss it, just walk back by yourself.”

"Yeah!"

Watching the other workers disperse, Ruihe also walked out. Their bullock carts were parked in the receiving factory without fear of being stolen.

After walking out of the door, Ruihe was a little at a loss. After looking around, he followed the direction Mingyong went.

The city is so lively! The clothes people wear are also somewhat different from those worn by people in Shangmei Village. They seem to be better, and the streets are paved with cement, making it easier to walk. What attracts Ruihe's attention are the shops. Ruihe can't take his eyes off each store. . After coming here for several months, this was the first time he saw such a prosperous scene.

Only he didn't dare to go in. He followed Mingyong and kept walking until he saw Mingyong walking into a building. The building had two floors and a long signboard hung outside. The signboard had a bright red background, white fonts, and a golden light in the middle. The pentagon looks very impressive.

"Then it says Jinfeng Road Department Store." System 460 spoke.

Rui He hurriedly wrote it down, staring at the seven words and scratching his fingers on his thigh, "Ding Ding Ding Ding——" There were many people coming in and out next to him, and another bicycle flew past him, Rui He did not dare to go any further. He blocked the door, pulled up his clothes, and walked in carefully.

As soon as he entered, his eyes couldn't get enough of it. Rows of glass cabinets lay horizontally, and rows of wooden shelves stood vertically against the wall. Both cabinets and shelves were filled with things, and a well-dressed and clean clerk stood behind them. Clothes, pots and pans, pastries, clocks and alarm clocks, shoes... so much more! Too many! There are much more things than the supply and marketing cooperative in the village.

There are many paintings on the walls, some of them are farmers digging the ground with hoes, some are reading books, and there are also several children holding flowers with bright smiles on their faces. Up and down, Ruihe's sight was tightly squeezed. He almost turned his body in a full circle, and then another circle, and his eyes couldn't see enough.

"Oops." He accidentally bumped into a young woman, and the woman shouted softly, which made Ruihe recover and apologize quickly.

"It doesn't matter, just watch the road carefully." The young woman smiled and walked towards the other road. Ruihe followed her and saw a woman at a counter saying, "Give me a handkerchief, the kind that is pink and reflects the lotus."

"Hey Xiaoshan!"

Ruihe turned his head, and Mingyong was looking at him in surprise: "You came to the department store too?" Seeing Ruihe's confused look, Mingyong strode over and grabbed him: "Follow me, don't get stuck here. . Why are you here? What do you want to buy?”

"I took a look, but he hasn't been here either."

Mingyong smiled: "Come on, follow me. We will go back together in a while."

So Ruihe followed Mingyong to a counter. The counter was full of boxes and bottles, and the tip of his nose was filled with a rich aroma. "Honoka said she wanted to buy hair oil. Why should I use it on my hair in this summer? It's so greasy! Oh."

The salesperson smiled and said: "This is osmanthus hair oil. Apply it to your hair after washing. It will make your hair black, shiny and moisturized. It also smells delicious. It costs 80 cents a bottle, do you want it?"

Ming Yong gritted his teeth: "Give me a bottle."

Rui He stood aside and looked at the things on the counter curiously, thinking that it was very similar to the rouge that the little maids bought from the sellers at the back door. It turned out that the girls here also had to dress up.

"Let's go over there and take a look. I also want to buy two enamel jars with happy characters on them."

Ruihe nodded and followed Mingyong to other counters. After an hour of shopping, he was really eye-opening. He was still thinking about it when he returned to the village. Mingyong smiled: "It's always like this the first time I come here. When I entered the department store for the first time, I didn't even know where to put my eyes. It'll be fine once I get used to it."

"Um."

The oxcart moved forward slowly, and the orange-red setting sun hung in the distant sky. Ruihe covered his eyes with his hands and half-squinted his eyes, as if the rays of light penetrated into his heart through his eyes, painting his heart with bright colors. He is full of expectations for the future.

The two of them shook their wet hands and went home. Li Dashui asked on the way: "Why don't you like to talk anymore? I haven't heard you say a few words in the past two days. You are jumping every word when you speak, and your throat is not good." Is it comfortable?”

"Well, my throat feels uncomfortable." Rui He carefully peeked at Li Dashui. Seeing that Li Dashui was not suspicious, but looked at him worriedly, he couldn't help but smile, and sighed again in his heart that this was such a simple and good man.

After saying goodbye to the good man Li Dashui, Ruihe returned to his home. When he entered the door, he saw his old sister-in-law working on the stove. He quickly said hello: "Sister-in-law." The sister-in-law hummed and stirred the pot indifferently. The smell was like sweet potato porridge. I dug sweet potatoes a few days ago, and my family received three large bags. He weighed one bag weighing fifty or sixty pounds, so my family has been eating sweet potatoes these days.

Seeing that he couldn't have lunch yet, he picked up the broom at the door and swept the floor. After a while, Brother Zhang called him: "Come in and eat!"

"Come on!"

Slippery——

At the dinner table, Rui He looked up at the opposite side. Zhang Xiaoshan's eldest brother Zhang Dashan was drinking porridge while his sister-in-law was nibbling steamed red sweet potatoes. He walked around the two people's rice bowls, lowered his eyes and continued to drink porridge. There was also a small bamboo strip on the table with four freshly steamed sweet potatoes on it, but he didn't dare to take one more, otherwise his sister-in-law would glare at him. This was the experience he had gained in the past few days.

After washing the dishes and returning to his room, Rui He touched his stomach and felt that all the water in his stomach was sloshing around.

He didn't eat enough.

But he didn't dare to say anything yet. He didn't have Zhang Xiaoshan's memory, so he didn't know what the situation at home was like. The original person is young, he must be sixteen or seventeen years old, right? The original eldest brother, Zhang Dashan, looks like he is in his early twenties. He has strong muscles and looks very good at work. Moreover, he did not see any elderly people at home. Then the eldest brother is the head of the family and has to support the family! The eldest brother eats better than him. It is normal for the sweet potato porridge that the sister-in-law serves to the eldest brother to be thicker. This was also the case in his previous home. Good things should be given to dad first, so that he has the strength to work.

Ruihe licked his lips and slowly fell asleep. Just as I fell asleep, the gong sounded again, and the afternoon work began again.

The rice transplanting was extremely busy. At 4:30 in the morning, Zhang Tiansheng, the captain of the No. 11 Production Team of Meicun, beat the gong and called out everyone. He was lazy on weekdays, but for the sake of his fellow villagers, Zhang Tiansheng didn't care. Anyway, the work points were recorded and he didn't do enough. There is no full work credit. Not now! The eleven production teams of Shangmei Village are now competing vigorously! If you really end up in last place, you will be so embarrassed! Therefore, we must race against time now, and no laziness is allowed. Therefore, at 1:30 in the afternoon, when the sun is at its strongest, the gong rings early.

"I'll tell you the truth! The commune will hold a summary meeting after the rice planting. Our performance will be seen by the production team. If we don't perform well, people from the team will go to the meeting and criticize our team. , Are you ashamed? Are you ashamed? Take it seriously! Let me see who is slacking. Not only will I not record your work points, I will also write them down and report them to the commune meeting! Once..."

Every time Ruihe listened to the captain's lecture, he felt a little nervous. He was so anxious that he was afraid of being criticized! His father had taught him before that it didn't matter if he wasn't smart, but he had to be diligent. Diligence can make up for his weakness! You should listen more to smart and wise people and realize your own shortcomings and so on. In his opinion, the captain said it very well! Hard work can never be wrong. He must work hard to earn work points and food to support himself.

The pressure of hunger and survival made Ruihe suppress his longing for his sister and fear of this strange place, and worked hard in silence. He was fortunate that everyone around him was busy. By the final stage of transplanting, even the talkative Li Dashui was too tired to speak much. No one had the time or energy to pay attention to him. During this busy season, he carefully integrated into the environment. By the time the farming was over, he had learned the local dialect and found out more information about his original identity.

After the rice transplanting, the production team organized a celebration meeting. On a summer night, they made a big circle around the grain drying field. The captains of each production team came out to perform. Ruihe listened to the captains singing with wide eyes and felt weird. It sounds good, and the lyrics are pretty good, even he can understand it. It seems to be praising a particularly great person and a particularly great party, who brought everyone's good days. As Ruihe listened, pride surged in his heart. In the light of the fire, he looked at the smiling faces and the haystacks in the distance, and felt that this place was so nice that he almost wanted to cry.

Here, as long as you work hard, you will be rewarded with work points and food to eat, so much more. Rui He has never read a book and can only use the word "good" to describe it. He sincerely thinks that this place is good. Secretly, he is still thinking that it would be great if his sister was here too. No one would beat them here. They are brother and sister. They are all used to working, and they will definitely live a good life.

But he didn't know where this place was, let alone where to find his sister. After being disappointed for a while, Ruihe was attracted by the new program on the field.

"Come on, let's invite the educated youth from Shangmei Village to perform a program, poetry recitation!"

Ruihe opened his eyes wide, his mouth unconsciously opened, Li Dashui bumped his shoulder and asked slyly: "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yeah!" He nodded heavily, his eyes full of appreciation and yearning for beautiful things. Five young girls stood up in the crowd, their hair was neatly combed to reveal their fair faces. Although they were wearing ordinary trousers and shirts, they held their heads high and chests high when standing in a row, and they were indescribably young and beautiful. Lu Peiyin was also in it, standing in the middle, and she started: "Qinyuanchun, Changsha."

The four female educated youth around him recited together: "Standing alone in the cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River flows north, and the head of Orange Island."

The tone was passionate and emotional, and Ruihe's eyes were almost shining. It turned out that the educated youth were such educated people. He had heard Li Dashui say before that the educated youth came from the "city". From the city to the countryside, the difference between heaven and earth was obvious. Ruihe was still thinking privately before: What mistakes did these young educated youth make? How come it is so similar to the exile in the opera? Now that he saw that these educated youth were so good at reciting poems, and their temperament was different from others, he thought that his original guess must be wrong.

It was the first time he heard such majestic words and such a tone of speech, which was completely different from the local dialect he had just learned. It seemed that these female educated youth suddenly became unattainable.

"Are you staring straight?"

Faced with Li Dashui's ridicule, Ruihe was a little embarrassed, so he lowered his head and touched his nose with the back of his hand, and asked in a low voice: "They recited it so beautifully, did they write it?"

"Of course not, this was written by the old chairman, it's very famous!"

"Oh." Although it was not written by female educated youth, Ruihe still felt that these educated youth were amazing.

"Don't be tempted by Lu Peiyin again. It's busy farming these days. Haven't you seen many men around her? This one helps with a little bit, that one helps with a little bit, and she doesn't have to work too hard. She's too popular. It will be difficult for you to continue to pursue her. It's better to find another one. In fact, the girls in our village are pretty good..."

"Don't say it. I know everything. I'm still young, so I won't say it for now. Brother Dashui, don't mention it again in the future."

The party soon ended. It was "eight o'clock" according to the time here. Ruihe lay in bed and heard his stomach growling again. But he was used to being hungry and didn't take it seriously. He slowed down his breathing skillfully and thought about other things to divert his attention.

He was still at the party tonight, and the scenes of the educated youth standing there lingered in his mind. "It's so beautiful." He whispered.

The straight back, the poems that he couldn't understand but felt very beautiful, this is a scholar. Ruihe was very envious. He had never read a book, but he always had a sense of awe and yearning for reading. It's great. He turned over again and slowly fell asleep. In his dream, he was sitting in the school, with a white fragrant book on the table. Looking to the left, his sister Ruizhu was smiling at him, revealing her missing front teeth.

So good.

When he woke up the next day, Ruihe still felt a little happy in his heart. He felt that such a beautiful dream made him happier than filling his stomach. He hoped that he could have such a dream every day.

He lowered his head to put on his shoes, and his tears dripped into the soil. He wiped his eyes vigorously and hugged his knees with his head down.

It was not until the sound of the gong outside that he raised his head and pursed his lips to go to the yard to fetch water to wash his face. The towel was made from old clothes, and it was so tattered that the original color could not be seen. He seemed to have put his face on the floor, wiped it hard a few times, and then hurried outside to gather.

The busy life did not leave Ruihe much time to think about random things. What he had to do now was to do the work assigned by the captain well, earn enough work points, and wait until the autumn harvest to get more food.

He was very hungry and wanted to have a full meal.

"Then why do you look like you want to make progress? Are you really attracted to a scholar and afraid that you are not worthy of him, so you think about studying more?"

Ruihe almost swore to the sky: "Really not!" It's so unfair!

Although Li Dashui always likes to think about things and sometimes says things that make people laugh and cry, he is really reliable. Seeing that Ruihe is really worried, he seriously gives Ruihe advice: "I don't understand these things, but you can ask those who do. Any of the dozen educated youth in the village can solve your problem."