Starting from 1950

Flour factory warehouse.

He Dazhuang placed a 50-jin bag of flour in the designated spot and couldn't help but rub his lower back.

He's starting to regret it.

While in the orphanage, their ages were all changed by 3 years in order to allow these orphans to earn money and survive earlier.

He Dazhuang's entry file stated he was 17 years old, but he was actually only 14.

At that time, the personnel department asked him to choose between two positions: noodle maker and porter.

He didn't understand either; he just asked which job paid the most.

That person said the porters were the best.

He wanted to earn more money, so he chose to be a porter without hesitation.

According to the factory, the wages for porters in the first three years are 75 wage points, which is equivalent to 225,000 yuan according to the current prices. After three years, when they are promoted to permanent positions, their wage points will increase to 85.

After finishing the report and receiving his first month's salary, he spent the money very happily and was glad he had chosen to be a mover.

But after working for two days, he realized that this job was not for humans!

Every day I was either carrying sacks of flour or sacks of wheat, and when I got back to the dorm at night and lay in bed, my whole body ached.

He heard that Wu Xinxue had joined the propaganda department and become an announcer that everyone envied; today's work report was read by her on the radio.

I wonder how Su Yang is doing?

Thinking of Su Yang, He Dazhuang suddenly felt his fatigue lessen.

She was already receiving a salary, while Su Yang was still being supported by a woman.

Thinking this way, I felt a sense of superiority, but also a little envious.

He Dazhuang was slacking off in a corner when he suddenly caught sight of a large rat running past his feet.

If it had happened yesterday when he first started work, he definitely would have tried stepping on it.

But he was already at work the next day, and he was used to this kind of thing.

Other veteran movers are even more numb to the sight of rats, because they encounter this scene dozens of times every day during their work. Sometimes the rats will even bump into them, and it's all in vain to try to catch or stomp on them.

He Dazhuang suddenly saw the team leader of the moving team enter the warehouse. He quickly pretended that he had just unloaded a bag of flour, patted his shoulder, and walked towards the door.

"Everyone, stop for a moment. That's enough for this morning. Everyone, take a break," said Zhang Dashan, the team leader, clapping his hands.

"Rest early? That's great!"

The porters gathered from all directions.

Hearing that they could rest early, He Dazhuang was happy but also a little worried. He asked somewhat nervously, "Captain, if we rest, will our wages be deducted at the end of the month?"

"Pfft!" Everyone laughed.

"What are you saying!" Zhang Dashan glared at He Dazhuang. "When you're slacking off, why aren't you worried about getting your wages docked? Don't worry about it. Our factory is a state-owned factory, and we're not some old-fashioned rich man's long-term laborers. Does the country need your little bit of money?"

"That's good, that's good." He Dazhuang said, patting his chest with a flushed face.

"Captain, why are you calling it a day early? I see there are still a lot of bags of finished products in the transfer area that haven't been put into storage yet." An old porter asked a question that had puzzled many people.

"They said the security guards were coming in to catch rats," Zhang Dashan laughed.

"Catching mice again?" Many people laughed along with him.

The problem of rats at Limin Flour Factory has a long history, dating back more than a decade ago when the factory was still in the hands of private capitalists.

For so many years, no one has been able to solve this problem.

However, flour mills have also found ways to cope. Newly produced flour is not stored in the warehouse overnight. It is directly transported to the warehouse after being packaged in the workshop and piled up. Then, during the night shift, a truck from the grain company will pick it up directly in the first half of the night.

This method can minimize losses.

......

"This is the finished product warehouse of our flour factory."

Zhang Zhenguo, along with Su Yang, Yu Feng, and Old Man Xie, came to watch the excitement as the four of them arrived at the warehouse entrance.

"Su Yang? What are you doing here?"

A group of porters were walking outside when the two groups met, and He Dazhuang spotted Su Yang at a glance.

He was very surprised. If he wasn't mistaken, the two men in military uniforms with Su Yang were from the flour factory's security department, and they seemed to be leaders.

"Captain Zhang, quickly take your men out, we don't have much time," Zhang Zhenguo waved his hand and said.

"Yes, Section Chief Zhang!" Zhang Dashan urged his men to leave. "Everyone, hurry up and get out of the warehouse!"

He Dazhuang had originally wanted to see why Su Yang was there, but seeing the situation, he didn't have a chance to ask, and his doubts deepened.

"Whoa!"

As soon as Su Yang entered the warehouse, he saw a fat rat climbing up a stack of flour bags that was piled up more than a dozen times, and he was stunned for a moment.

By the time he realized what was happening and was about to load the slingshot, the rat had already disappeared.

Fortunately, before he could feel annoyed, another mouse was leisurely scurrying toward a stack of flour sacks in an open space five or six meters away from him.

"Whoosh!"

This time, Su Yang didn't hesitate and sent a bullet flying.

The rat was shot in the head and was thrown forward by the inertia, landing with its limbs twitching uncontrollably; it was clear it wouldn't survive.

"Great aim!" Zhang Zhenguo exclaimed.

If his knowledge of Su Yang's strength came entirely from Old Man Xie and Yu Feng, now that he saw it for himself, he had a clearer understanding of the situation.

As usual, Su Yang took the straw rope to tie up the rat, but before he could bend down, he heard a "squeak" sound coming from one direction.

He instinctively drew his gun, loaded it, drew his bow, and fired—a series of fluid movements. He didn't even aim properly; the bullet flew out the instant he turned around.

*Smack!*

The mouse, which had just climbed halfway up the flour stack, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then went silent.

"We won again!" Old Xie couldn't help but clap his hands a few times.

Zhang Zhenguo and Yu Feng exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

They saw it clearly just now: Su Yang didn't even aim at the mouse. Although the mouse wasn't far away, he hit it entirely by feel. This talent is truly outrageous!

After the two mice entered the tent, Su Yang began to walk deeper into the warehouse.

As they went deeper, he sensed more subtle rustling sounds all around him.

The rats here were clearly no longer afraid of people. When they sensed the four of them approaching, they simply ran a little further away and continued doing what they were doing.

"North!"

"Whoosh!"

"East!"

"Whoosh!"

"behind!"

.......

Su Yang caught at least one mouse almost every minute.

He reached for the ammunition pouch again, only to find nothing.

Old Xie bent over and pulled a mouse out of a crack in the stack of flour. He wiped the sweat from his brow and laughed, "Good heavens, Little Su, are you trying to work this old man to death?"

Su Yangchong and the other two waved the light cloth bag and laughed, "No more bullets."

Zhang Zhenguo and Yu Feng had been in a state of shock for some time, their mouths almost always open. If a rat flew into their face, it would be able to crawl inside and escape Su Yang's slaughter.

"Quick! Count them! How many are there in total!" Yu Feng urged Old Man Xie as he approached.

Zhang Zhenguo glanced at the watch, then his pupils contracted.

"Good heavens, only 42 minutes have passed since we entered the warehouse!"