The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 111 Driving a Truck to Support Agriculture (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

From the founding of the People's Republic of China to the present, the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives has been a large organization comparable to the Ministry of Commerce.

Haibin City is one of the top ten cities in China. The supply and marketing cooperative under the city is also one of the largest units in the city. Just the Jiagang Brigade of the warehousing and transportation department alone has hundreds of porters!
The porters were divided into eight teams, each with 10 to 14 people, for a total of 105 people.

Instead of naming the eight teams "Team One" and "Team Two" like labor shock brigades, they were named after their squad leaders.

For example, Qian Jin used to work for Hu Shunzi, and their team was called Hu Shunzi's team.

Even the squad leader isn't called a squad leader, he's called a foreman...

It may seem chaotic, but there are historical reasons for it.

In the early days, porters did not form teams or have team leaders; the leader was called the foreman, a title that continues to this day.

The practice of naming teams after foremen was initially inspired by the military's naming of companies, platoons, and squads after heroes. For example, the military had companies named after Yang Gensi, heroic platoons named after Guo Zhongtian, squads named after Huang Jiguang, and squads named after Li Qingshan.

In the 1950s and 60s, each team was named after the model workers and advanced workers in the team.

In the 1970s, in order to inspire a sense of honor among the foremen and motivate them to lead their workers to work hard, the practice was changed to naming teams after the foremen.

So Qian Jin took over teams like Yu Shuigen's team, Song Yuefu's team, Zhao Guoqiang's team, Hu Shunzi's team, and so on.

It took him two minutes just to remember the names of his own teams...

He was speechless.

Reform is imperative!

Just before the end of the workday, Yu Shuigen, Song Yuefu, Zhao Guoqiang, and others arrived one after another. They came to build relationships and give gifts.

But Qian Jin had anticipated this, so he went to work in the grassroots teams ahead of time...

It just so happens that Hu Shunzi's team needs to move salt in the afternoon, which is a tough job.

Every winter, the supply and marketing cooperative sells a large amount of salt because people in both the city and the countryside pickle vegetables in winter.

After working until the end of the workday, Qian Jin clapped his hands and told Wei Xiongtu to run away.

The cold wind whipped up the exposed salt and lashed it against people's faces; it was an unpleasant experience.

Wei Xiongtu pedaled the bicycle, and Qian Jin carefully put on the captain's armband.

He's now a collector of red armbands, serving as the captain of a labor commando team, the deputy captain of a security commando team, and now the captain of the Jiagang Brigade of the Warehousing and Transportation Department of the Haibin City Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

The small size of the lettering on the armbands is unique in this era, making them even more eye-catching.

Qian Jin cannot keep a low profile.

He always flaunts good things, so he needs to let the residents of the street know that he is someone special.

However, there's no need for the red armbands to help.

When he returned to the tenement building, he ran into Old Lady Li from the first floor, who was carrying an enamel basin to wash vegetables.

Upon meeting, the old lady revealed a kind and gentle smile: "Little Qian, you're an official at your workplace now?"

Qian Jin wasn't sure if the old woman was referring to his new title or if she had just learned about his position in the neighborhood, because logically, his new title at the supply and marketing cooperative shouldn't have been reported back so quickly.

As it turned out, what Old Lady Li said was true: "Look how low-key Xiao Qian is. He's now the head of the supply and marketing cooperative, but he doesn't show off at all."

"This is the awareness of young people. We can only feel at ease entrusting the country to the leadership of such young people," another elderly person exclaimed.

Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu exchanged a glance.

Both of them had clear doubts on their faces.

How did the elderly know?
Qian Jin knew they were gossipy, but he didn't know how gossip could spread so quickly.

The answer is simple.

Before he left work, the foreman went to look for him but couldn't find him. These people then came to his house one after another, intending to give him gifts...

It was through these people that the elderly residents of the tenement building quickly learned about Qian Jin's promotion.

When Qian Jin returned home, three foremen were standing in a row at his door, each carrying a satchel.

The bag was bulging with stuff; you could see through the opening that either a pack of cigarettes was pressing down on a can of malted milk powder, or a large bag of Xiangyanghong biscuits were peeking out.

Qian Jin glanced at the black rubber soles under the foremen's work boots; they were all in good condition, wearing military-grade gear.

The four little ones, with Tangyuan by their side, peered curiously out the door.

Liu Sanbing saw Qian Jin rush out and asked, "Uncle Qianjin, have you become a corrupt official?"

Liu Eryi went up and slapped him on the head.

Liu Dajia scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

The three foremen looked embarrassed.

Qian Jin shook hands with them and invited them inside for a drink of water.

He kept the gifts the three brought, but he reciprocated on the spot with a package of tea and two bottles of liquor labeled "Special Supply" for each person.

The three foremen were even more embarrassed: "No, Captain Qian, what kind of talk is this..."

"Captain Qian, we just came to familiarize ourselves with the place, so we'll have somewhere to call you if we need anything urgent in the future..."

"Yes, there's no such thing as accepting gifts from superiors..."

Qian Jin patted each of them on the shoulder and said, "When we're at work, you're our leaders; after get off work, we're all comrades."

“I am very happy that my comrades brought me gifts when they visited for the first time, following the traditional customs of our seaside area. In accordance with the same custom, I will return the favor with gifts, and you cannot refuse, otherwise you will be disrespecting me.”

Upon hearing this, the three of them had no choice but to take the gifts and leave.

They went downstairs to look at the contents of their bags and exclaimed in surprise, "Captain Qian is so generous!"

"This is completely different from Song Hongbing's gluttony. Song Hongbing was the captain for three years, and we were the ones who gave him things. When have we ever accepted anything from him?"

"Let's look ahead. Maybe Qian Jin is trying to curry favor with us. After all, he's young and needs our support to lead the team!"

Qian Jin packed up the things the three of them had brought.

Biscuits, malted milk powder, and cigarettes were the main products.

There's a pack of Golden Rooster children's biscuits inside the biscuit box; the biscuits are shaped like little roosters.

He casually handed it to the five children, who happily huddled together, carrying the biscuit and the yellow hammer, and rushed to the rooftop.

The other children in the tenement building were already eagerly waiting, and as soon as the cookies were taken out, they all stretched out their hands.

Qian went into room 205 and, seeing that Wei Qinghuan hadn't returned, went to the study room to arrest her.

As Old Zhou passed the boiler room, he leaned out halfway, spilling a few tea leaves from his enamel mug.
"Chief Qian, you've been promoted at work? That's fast! You're really talented!"

Qian Jin smiled wryly: "Oh, Uncle Zhou, you already know about this? News travels fast!"

Old Zhou said smugly, "This is the intelligence station for our community. Nothing can escape my ears."

"Well, if you're busy with work and don't have time to fetch water, I'll take care of the hot water at home. I'll deliver water to your house morning and night!"

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Thank you, Uncle Zhou, but there are only a few people in my family, so boiling two kettles of water on the stove is enough."

"Why do you need to heat the public hot water yourself? You don't need coal to heat water yourself, do you? Save the coal and burn a few more pieces when the coldest days of winter come, won't that keep you warm?" Old Zhou made no attempt to hide his true feelings.

Qian Jin clasped his hands in a fist and smiled at him, then quickly went to the study room.

Looking through the glass doorway, I could see Wei Qinghuan giving a lecture.

Her hand holding the chalk scribbled as she wrote on the newly opened blackboard, plaster dust falling onto the front of her gray coat.

As the female teacher turned around, a few strands of her loose hair brushed against her earlobes, which were red from the cold, making her rub them involuntarily.

This scene made Qian Jin realize that she had just gotten off work and rushed over, and her earlobes, which had been frozen, suddenly became itchy when they were warmed up.

Qian Jin waited outside for a while.

When she finished explaining a physics concept and it was Song Zhiyuan's turn to go on stage, she quickly opened the door and winked at her, calling her out.

Wei Qinghuan asked in a low voice, "What?"

Qian Jin pointed to her shoulder.

Wei Qinghuan smiled and said, "It's much better now. It's healed much faster than when I was injured last time."

Qian Jin said, "Let's go home first, and I'll treat you to help you recover faster."

Wei Qinghuan was always generous, but she still retained the conservative traits typical of girls of that era, and her earlobes immediately turned even redder:
"What are you doing? Wait until later to take the medicine, then I'll tell you how I feel..."

“It’s not as simple as just giving you medicine,” Qian Jin said seriously. “I need to change your bandages. I can’t keep pressing so tightly on your wound. Later, I need to improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis.”

"Besides, you haven't eaten yet. Hurry up and go back to eat, then come back as soon as you're done to answer your classmates' questions."

"Let me tell you, there's something delicious tonight, a kind of dried fruit you've probably never tried before!"

A flicker of joy crossed Wei Qinghuan's face: "What?"

Qian Jin said in a low voice, "Someone sent me some gifts, including a kind of dried fruit from the border region called almonds. It looks like a large almond, but it's delicious!"

Wei Qinghuan was even more delighted: "I know this. Should I take it with Fu brick tea? I've read 'Sunflowers on Nalati,' and that's what it says in the book."

The two went home happily.

The accident happened unexpectedly.

He heard a commotion before he even opened the door:
"...Do you guys think it's true? Could it be that Old Xu carved a stamp out of a radish and gave Chief Qian a fake notice?"

"Get out!" Xu Weidong cursed. "Although I've done such things before, would I dare to do that in a serious matter?"

"Chief Qian has really been promoted; he's now the captain of their transport team!"

Wei Qinghuan looked at Qian Jin with surprise.

Qian Jin winked at her: "Didn't your brother say anything?"

Wei Qinghuan shook her head: "The work in the study room was too rushed, and we didn't even have time to talk."

A dozen or so security task force members were huddled together inside the room.

The sweet potato liquor that Wang Dong brought was steaming in an enamel mug, and someone else brought pig's head meat, which was placed on an iron plate and steamed on the stove lid, emitting a fragrant aroma.

As soon as Qian Jin entered, the crowd began to shout:

"Hey, the boss's back!"

"What level of cadre treatment is it? Is it level 26?"

"From now on, the title of Captain Qian will be truly fitting..."

Qian Jin exclaimed, "You guys know about this news too? I mean, all you do all day is gossip and ask around, right?"

“We didn’t ask around. The people at the department store in our neighborhood found out about it a long time ago. They contacted us to ask about you, and that’s how we found out,” Mi Gang said.

Qian Jin suddenly realized.

As a grassroots unit of the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives, the department store naturally received notification of his promotion.

Wang Dong said, "It was just a coincidence. Our department was given out sorghum liquor, and you have so many good dishes here. I was thinking of bringing the liquor over to have a drink with you, but I ran into these guys..."

He pointed to the group and drew a semicircle:
"Chief Qian, you really got promoted? You've only been there a few days, not even two months! You've become a battalion commander?"

Qian Jin nodded: "Actually..."

Upon receiving definitive information from him, the atmosphere in the room instantly became explosive:
"Wow, that's amazing! Captain Qian is truly a promotion machine!"

"What did I tell you? I always said that someone as capable as Captain Qian could make a name for himself anywhere!"

"This definitely deserves a celebration! A cadre has emerged from our poor brothers!"

Xu Weidong asked Qian Jin, "What level were you assigned to?"

Qian Jin said, "It's the level 26 you all guessed."

Xu Weidong exclaimed in surprise: "The supply and marketing cooperative is such a great organization! Our deputy director is only a level 26 employee!"

Qian Jin's leap is a triple jump.

The level of a porter is 30, but a meritorious porter or a veteran porter can be promoted to a higher level.

Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu had previously distinguished themselves in the fight against smuggling, and in fact, they had already been promoted to level 29.

The group made a ruckus, eager to celebrate.

The mobile canteen business is booming, especially when it snows and gets cold, the spicy hot pot is even more popular.

When small collective enterprises have money, it means they also become wealthy.

Qian Jin thought this was something to celebrate, so he said, "Let's get the comrades together and have some fun. Wang Dong, you son of a bitch, haven't you been eyeing my fat sheep all this time? Let's kill it tonight and stew it for a hot meal!"

"Great!" Wang Dong slapped his thigh excitedly. "I'll be the surgeon. When I was sent to the countryside, I stayed at the butcher's house. Slaughtering pigs and sheep is a piece of cake for me!"

Qian Jin assigned them tasks, and the group got to work.

He grabbed the ointment and rushed to room 204.

My wife's injuries are more important!

After returning to her room, Wei Qinghuan took out her lesson plan and reviewed the key points.

The door creaked open, and someone sneaked in. The female teacher quickly pressed her lesson plan book to her pounding heart.

The door hinges creaked as it closed.

Wei Qinghuan turned off the lights and opened the curtains slightly.

The early moonlight shone on her face, and for a moment it was hard to say who was more radiant.

Upon seeing Qian enter the room, the female teacher pulled out a Hero brand fountain pen from her lesson plan folder; the nib trembled slightly in the moonlight.

Qian Jin asked, "Are you going to stab me?"

"What is it?" Wei Qinghuan was amused by his words. "It's a congratulatory gift for you."

"When you become a leader, you'll need to use pens a lot. This fountain pen is a welfare product that our school just issued. Look, the nib is still brand new. I'm giving it to you to use."

She handed him the pen, put it in her jacket pocket, straightened her clothes, and looked him over.

"Yes, they match very well."

This fountain pen was a teaching tool that was uniformly distributed to teachers in various schools by the higher authorities.

It had the numbers 1977.10.21 on it, the date the college entrance examination was officially announced, a day when all schools were revived. Qian Jin expertly undressed her, saying, "Thank you. I'll give you a good massage today."

"Don't worry, I've studied massage techniques under a renowned master, so I'm a professional in this area."

The famous teacher is from Japan, and he learned his techniques on a computer.

I didn't mention this, for fear of scaring the female teacher.

The female teacher was so frightened that she couldn't speak for a moment: "I need a massage too?"

Qian Jin said, "You didn't expect I had this skill, did you? Let me tell you, you'll be living the good life after you marry me. I can give you a massage for any backache or pain you have."

The female teacher couldn't help but punch his chest with her little fist: "You're the head of the Qian team now, so I'm sure I'll enjoy the good life with you."

"How did you rise so quickly?"

This surprised everyone who found out.

The All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives is no ordinary organization. It's a place with many people and complex relationships, making promotion very difficult. You not only need to be capable, but you also need to accumulate seniority and make contributions.

Qian Jin applied ointment to his hands and began massaging, using very light pressure.

He stroked the reddish-brown wound as if he were caressing a piece of Yuan blue and white porcelain: "You deserve credit for this, actually."

"There must have been quite a few candidates who wrote thank-you letters to our unit, because the notice listed the reasons for my promotion, and one of the most important reasons was serving young people, which is in line with the service-oriented nature of our unit."

“I have to thank you for this,” Qian Jin’s breathing became heavy. “If you hadn’t suggested that I set up a study room, how could I have been promoted so quickly? You are truly a virtuous wife.”

Her hand slid down from her shoulder blades to her slender waist.

Wei Qinghuan, who had been swirling her teacup with her eyes down, smiled upon hearing Qian Jin's praise.

Then she panicked again: "No, no, someone's coming right away..."

Qian Jin knew that he couldn't act recklessly in this era, and he also knew that he couldn't go against Wei Qinghuan's wishes and put the female teacher in a difficult position.

He said, "It was just a slip of the hand. By the way, how about we get our marriage certificate?"

Since you both love each other, what are you waiting for!
What a waste of his prime!

Wei Qinghuan's body suddenly stiffened, then quickly relaxed.

She held onto Qian Jin's sleeve, looked up at him, stared intently for a moment, and then said softly, "Okay."

A single, simple word, yet it entrusts a lifetime of commitment.

Qian Jin laughed and said, "Don't you feel it's a bit of a waste? You've been carefully cultivating this cabbage for over twenty years, and now it's all been eaten by this pig."

Wei Qinghuan laughed and said, "Nonsense."

"The first time I saw you was at Vice Principal Duan's house, and I actually took a liking to you then."

"Why did I give up so easily back then? I had already made up my mind that I would not be ashamed and that if Vice Principal Duan did not give me the promise of housing, I would not leave that night if I could not find a place to stay with my child."

"When you went, I felt really embarrassed and ashamed. You told me to get up, so I had no choice but to get up..."

Hearing her embarrassed words, Qian Jin was incredulous: "You actually had your eye on me back then? Am I that handsome?"

Wei Qinghuan nodded: "Not only is he handsome, but he also has a lot of energy and spirit. Moreover, I thought you were a security guard at the time, and I felt that you could bring me a sense of security."

“I was in a bad situation back then. I thought that if I could date a security guard, at least I wouldn’t be bothered by a bunch of vagrants anymore.”

Qian Jin suddenly realized: "In the end, I can only barely be considered half a security guard."

Wei Qinghuan laughed and said, "It has nothing to do with the position. I had a good eye back then. You really do give me a sense of security."

In the boudoir, tenderness and affection filled the air, creating a scene of enchanting beauty.

Qian Jin was just about to get to base when he heard footsteps outside that sounded like pigs running:
"Commander Qian? Where is Commander Qian?!"

"Oh no, something's gone wrong!"

Wei Qinghuan quickly pushed him away: "Go quickly, Wang Dong is looking for you."

Qian Jin adjusted the cannon's muzzle, opened the window to let in some cold wind before going outside: "What's going on? Why are you making such a fuss? What happened?"

Wang Dong said dejectedly, "That ewe is pregnant. I was wondering why her belly was so big. I thought it was because she ate too many vegetables, but it turns out she's pregnant!"

Qian Jin asked in astonishment, "It was pregnant? You killed it? You saw the lamb fetus?"

Wang Dong said, "I haven't killed it yet. I tied it up and was about to cut it when I felt something was wrong with its belly. After touching it, I felt even more uneasy."

“There happened to be someone in the study room who had studied veterinary medicine during his time in the countryside. I had him take a look, and sure enough, she was pregnant.”

Qian Jin said, "Alright, it's best that we didn't kill it. Let's raise it and once it has lambs, we'll have two sheep."

Zhang Aijun was also outside, and he looked quite nervous.

Qian Jin noticed his expression and asked, "No, what do you mean? Did you really do something to that ewe?"

Zhang Aijun immediately shook his head: "Absolutely not. I was afraid you would suspect me of doing something, afraid you would think that the sheep was pregnant with a freak with a human head and a sheep body or a sheep head and a human body."

Qian Jin was speechless.

I'm a science-minded young man who has received nine years of compulsory education!
He said, "First of all, there is reproductive isolation between humans and sheep, so pregnancy is impossible. Secondly, I have full confidence in you; you were wronged back then!"

This is the truth.

For quite some time, he and Zhang Aijun were practically inseparable, and he discovered that Zhang Aijun was not as close to him as he was.

Zhang Aijun is emotionally stable, and his desires are even more stable; he is definitely not the kind of person who would do something like stealing sheep.

As it turns out, what Zhang Aijun lacked most was trust.

Seeing that Qian Jin trusted him so much, he was very moved and thought to himself that he must eat more meat later to conserve his strength and protect his leader.

Qian Jin is indeed a leader now.

During dinner, Wei Xiangmi walked through the snow to the tenement building to deliver a congratulatory gift to Qian Jin.

As soon as he entered, he saw Zhao Bo wrapping braised pork offal in a People's Daily newspaper and preparing to cut it.

"You're going to die! Using revolutionary publications to cover up your own savagery!" She was so angry that her eyebrows shot up, and the net bag in her hand jingled.

Wei Xiangmi was very helpful, bringing four bottles of baijiu, two of which were Haibin Daqu and two of which were local yellow wine. She also brought some fried peanuts and a bundle of sausages wrapped in newspaper to go with the drinks.

"Captain Qian, you have double good news!" She took off her red scarf and smiled, "First, I'm getting a promotion, and second..."

At this point, she looked at Wei Qinghuan.

This money was astonishing.

Is Wei Xiangmi a spy? It's one thing to be quick to gather information, but how does she even know about his and Wei Qinghuan's plans to marry?
Luckily, he was overthinking it.

Seeing Wei Qinghuan there, Wei Xiangmi asked with concern, "Teacher Wei, how's your shoulder injury? I had a bottle of safflower oil I wanted to give you, and it just so happened that I ran into you here..."

Qian Jin wanted to know what her second joy was, but then team member Lou Xiaoguang suddenly took out his erhu and said:

"Director Wei, your arrival is just in time. Let's have a drink together."

"Let me play the erhu to liven things up for you. Shall we start with 'A Toast Song' or 'A Victory Celebration Song'?"

"Just don't play 'The Grand Funeral'."

"Hey, this is really one of my specialties. When are you guys going to show me a bit of it?"

The others also greeted her, saying, "Yes, Director Wei, please take a seat!"

"Director Wei and Teacher Wei are sitting together..."

The room was a mess.

Wei Xiangmi forgot about the second piece of good news she hadn't finished telling, and chatted happily with her teammates.

She is very concerned about the operation of the mobile canteens for the people.

Zhu Tao showed her the account books, his face beaming with pride: "Business is booming, you could say the situation is excellent, and the motherland is thriving everywhere."

"However, business is so good that we need a lot of ingredients. Right now, we're out of everything except cabbage, potatoes, and radishes."

Zhao Bo wiped his mouth and said, "Yes, Director Wei, you're here right now. Could you help us solve this problem?"

"Especially the tofu issue. I've noticed that frozen tofu is selling exceptionally well, but grocery stores only supply a limited amount of tofu per day, and even that's rationed. We simply can't keep up with demand!"

Wei Xiangmi said helplessly, "Why don't you ask our Captain Qian for help? He should have more connections in the supply and marketing cooperative."

"The neighborhood can't really help much. The winter vegetables are distributed by the higher authorities on a per capita basis. I can only leave my family's share for your mobile canteen. That's all."

Qian Jin asked, "What about the grain? We are a small collective enterprise in the catering industry. The industry and commerce bureau should at least guarantee that they supply us with grain, right?"

Wei Xiangmi said, "Grain can be purchased; the neighborhood committee can contact the grain bureau directly."

Qian Jin said, "Then help us buy soybeans. It's almost the weekend, and I have to go to the countryside on Sunday."

"I'll discuss it with the villagers and see if they can set up a tofu workshop. We'll provide the soybeans and buy tofu, tofu sheets, and soy milk from their production team."

Wei Xiangmi nodded: "Soybeans are in short supply, but we should be able to get some..."

While eating, the two talked about the mobile canteen for the people, completely ignoring Qian Jin's promotion.

Qian Jin himself did not take this promotion very seriously.

However, the position of brigade leader can bring him many conveniences.

In the past, he would ride a bicycle when he went to the countryside.

Now he is the head of the warehousing and transportation department. Although he is in charge of warehousing and handling, the head of the transportation department gives him face and, upon learning that he is going to the countryside to support agriculture, directly approves a small truck for him.

Yuejin NJ130 light truck.

This is a classic car with a distinguished track record.

It went into production in 1958, built based on the Sugas 51 truck, with a 2.5-ton load capacity suitable for short-distance urban and rural transportation. It has been around for 20 years and is now used by transportation companies all over the country.

Qian Jin took a look and saw that the vehicle was powered by gasoline and had a 6-speed transmission, with 5 forward gears and 1 reverse gear, similar to a small truck from the future.

He had driven small trucks before, so controlling this vehicle was a piece of cake for him.

Since the transportation department driver had something to do on Sunday, Qian Jin told him he would drive himself.

The driver was quite worried that he might be recklessly trying to drive without proper knowledge.

As a result, Qian Jin took him for a spin in the car, and he immediately gave him a thumbs up: "Alright, Captain Qian, your skills are good, you're a veteran driver!"

"But you have to be careful. This old car is not easy to handle. Although it is a 72 improved model, it still uses a purely mechanical hydraulic brake, which has a slow braking response and is prone to loss of control when overloaded."

Qian Jin understood what he meant and laughed, "I can't haul much stuff, it won't exceed one ton."

The driver was relieved: "Okay, you can use it then. There's no way to fix the oil pan leak problem in this car, but I had it checked a few days ago and it's fine. Just be careful when you get in and out of the car."

"The gas tank is full. If you need more, just go fill up. Don't worry about gas coupons; this brand is your gas coupon!"

He patted the sign hanging inside the windshield of the car:
If you have any questions, please assist the Transportation Team of Haibin City Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

Domineering!

Qian Jin thought to himself that now that he had a car, he should bring some substantial goods with him this time.

On Sunday, he didn't take Zhang Aijun with him but took Huang Chui with him. When he got to the wilderness and saw that there was no one around but only white wind, he took out the gold box from the back of the cart and started to buy rice and flour.

Tear open the bag and pour the rice and flour into the prepared burlap sack, then burn the packaging bag in the wild.

A strong wind blew, the ashes vanished, and nothing was left.

After working for more than an hour, the truck was piled high with heavy bags of grain, which was a satisfying sight.

This is really good stuff.

The truck swayed and bumped along the bumpy rural dirt road into the Hongxing Liujia production team.

Despite the freezing weather, the children were still playing wildly outside. When they saw a car, their eyes lit up, and they chased after it, shouting:
"The little car is so pretty, horn beep beep beep..."

"It's a small truck! Erdan, come out quickly, come and see the small truck..."

"Run faster, see if you can climb up..."

These days, cars are a rarity in rural areas. Some children have never even seen a car before. They are incredibly curious when they see a car slowly driving by, emitting smoke.

When Qian Jin saw that some children were actually trying to climb onto the bus, he was so frightened that he quickly slowed down, leaned out, and shouted, "Are you rebelling? You can climb on the bus as you like when we stop, but you're not allowed to get on now!"

The car was moving slowly.

Some resilient children wouldn't listen to advice at all; they would grab the back panel of the truck bed, climb up, and then jump back down the same way.

The car was moving with inertia, and the child who jumped off fell over.

But they weren't afraid at all, and got up laughing, even feeling proud of their actions.

Qian Jin stopped the car in anger, ready to beat them up: "Stop hopping on the car! No hopping on the car! Liu Erdan! If you hop on the car again, your dad's work points will be deducted!"

As a result, the children were not afraid. Instead, when they saw what he looked like, they excitedly came up and shouted around the front of the car:

"It's Uncle Qianjin!"

"Uncle Qianjin has driven his car!"

"I need to go tell the captain that Uncle Qianjin has arrived in his car..."

Huang Chui also jumped off the car.

The children nearby instinctively backed away.

Such a sleek, tall, and sturdy yellow dog is quite intimidating.

The stray dogs basking in the sun by the wall saw a newcomer and bared their teeth, growling as they surrounded him.

Huang Chui was enraged upon seeing this and expressed his meaning with a fierce pounce:
I'm not dead yet, you'll always be my children!
It pounced on one of them, grabbed it, and bit it. The other dogs went to sniff its rear end, and the bristling fur on the back of its neck slowly fell down.

The dogs sniffed each other's groins, quickly calming the conflict with Huang Chui.

Some dogs stared blankly at the drastically changed Yellow Hammer.

Yellow Hammer proudly raised its head and vigorously shook its fur, its boastful thoughts written all over its face.

It circled the old tree, then lifted its leg to urinate.

An old man who had come to watch laughed and said, "It's a city dog ​​after all; even its urine smells like gasoline."

(End of this chapter)