bestfiction Chapter 1239 Is this guy sick?
Chapter 1239 Is this guy sick?
Fifteen hundred tons of grain were quietly delivered to the granary. Gai Wenting had already given instructions: five hundred tons would be distributed to various grain stores, while the remaining one thousand tons would be distributed to farmers as relief grain.
Although this amount of food is just a drop in the ocean for the people of a province, it's better than nothing.
Gai Wenting was not an ungrateful person. He wrote a letter to the central government, highly praising Da Bao's responsibility for his work and the importance of stability.
Of course, Da Bao was unaware of this; he was currently troubled by something.
In southern Fujian, the locals, with their keen eye for talent, unearthed individuals like "Big Long Face." These people, like sparks, could ignite a prairie fire. Now, the "Four Cleanups and Five Antis" campaign in southern Fujian no longer requires government mobilization; every village and every street is plastered with posters exposing and reporting wrongdoing.
In a short time, many hidden enemy agents and some criminals were inexplicably arrested. They had no idea that it was their neighbors who had discovered clues and reported them.
The work in southern Fujian has been at the forefront of the country and is developing healthily, which is inseparable from Lu Jianbang, the leader.
Da Bao was somewhat agitated. He refused to be followed by the guards, changed into a military uniform, put on an overcoat, and left the military district guesthouse alone. Xingzhou had always had the largest population among all provinces.
Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, Xingzhou's economy has not developed rapidly, but its population has grown very quickly. In the early days of the PRC, it had only over 300,000 people, a population so small that it couldn't even compete for the status of a provincial capital.
Unexpectedly, the population exceeded 500,000 in just 1954. Due to population and other reasons, the capital of Nanhe Province was moved from Bianliang to Xingzhou. By 1960, the population had steadily exceeded 600,000.
When Da Bao came out, it was lunchtime, and the once empty streets seemed to be instantly filled with the flow of people leaving get off work. He stood on the side of the road, watching the workers chatting and laughing around him, and suddenly felt as if the world was getting further and further away from him.
Now, apart from his family, very few things can make Da Bao happy. This twenty-year-old young man's biggest wish is to retire.
Da Bao was wandering aimlessly when he suddenly noticed a crowd gathered ahead. Following his principle of not watching a spectacle, Da Bao squeezed through the crowd. It turned out that people were arguing. Two young men had bumped into each other while riding their bicycles. Strangely, the two young men didn't start arguing; instead, another person was arguing with them.
Judging from the content of the argument, that guy was just passing by, and when he saw the accident, he got involved.
“I’m telling you guys, everyone’s busy. If you bump into each other and no one gets hurt, then it’s fine. Why are you all making such a fuss? Xiao Liu, I used to be your night school teacher, do you remember me?”
One of the young men nodded dejectedly, thinking to himself, "I'm so unlucky to have a teacher like you."
"Xiao Wang, I've had drinks with your father, and he asked you to call me uncle. Do you acknowledge that?"
Another young man nodded, annoyed with himself. He'd already bumped into someone, why did he have to start cursing? Good grief, he'd attracted this guy's attention. With this guy's sharp tongue, he wouldn't let him off the hook for at least half an hour.
"As your teacher and your uncle, I have to say a few words to you... "
This guy didn't stop talking for fifteen minutes. His language was quite civilized, without a single swear word. But every word he used was just as hurtful as an swear word. It was just a minor car accident, but he actually escalated it to the international and domestic situation.
The more Da Bao looked, the brighter his eyes became. This guy is something else! He has his own ideas, and once he's made up his mind, no one can change it. He's really found the right person.
The two young men looked at each other, realizing that if they didn't stop this guy, they would not only miss lunch, but also be late for work. They quickly shut him up, then bowed repeatedly and hugged each other affectionately.
"Teacher Du, you're right, you're absolutely right. We were both wrong. Actually, we know each other. We even became sworn brothers last time we drank together."
"Yes, yes, we're sworn brothers, Liu. I'm still working at the garment factory. Come visit me sometime."
"That's right, Lao Wang. I work at the textile factory. I'll bring you any defective fabric in the future."
The two parted from the crowd, got on their bikes, and rode away as if fleeing.
Only the speechless mediator remained, his spittle slowly drying in the cold wind. He smacked his lips, still unsatisfied, shook his head, and muttered something under his breath.
"Young people are too impatient. Can't they let me finish what I'm saying? Sigh, even understanding道理 (principles/reasoning) can be a burden!"
Da Bao took two steps forward and carefully examined the man. He had a square forehead, a parted hairstyle, long, narrow eyes, a large nose, and a wide mouth. He looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. There was a word that perfectly described him: a man of great potential.
"Comrade, what's your name?"
Da Bao took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and gave it to the man.
The man took the cigarette, glanced at it, and his eyes lit up.
"Hey, Zhonghua cigarettes, not bad, young man. But you don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household. You're so young, and you're a soldier. Your monthly allowance is only three yuan and forty cents. Where do you get the money to buy such good cigarettes?"
"You must have gotten the money from your parents, young man. Parents always worry about their children; you should know they probably even stopped eating meat to buy you this pack of cigarettes."
Young man, ...,..."
Da Bao stared at him blankly for a full ten minutes without stopping. Da Bao's mind was completely blank, with only three questions swirling in his head: Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going?
Da Bao never expected that just a cigarette would cause such a big problem. But this was the cheapest cigarette he had in his pocket. Da Bao felt a little wronged. "I just offered you a cigarette, is that something to talk about?"
The man wiped the foam from his mouth and said in a serious tone.
"My name is Du Yan, and I'm the propaganda officer at the hardware factory. Is there something you need from me?"
Da Bao is going crazy! Holy crap! So all that talk from the Bibibang group was just this one useful sentence?
"Comrade Du Yan, can we find a place to talk this over in detail?"
Du Yan raised his hand to look at his watch, then shook his head resolutely.
"No! I'm very busy. I have to go to work soon. The city is holding a 'Four Cleans and Five Antis' conference tomorrow, and I need to prepare my speech."
Da Bao was completely bewildered. You're short on time? Clearly, you're short on time because you talk on and on, going on and on and on. Isn't that just crazy?
Watching the guy ride away on his bicycle, Da Bao couldn't help but fall into thought, wondering if choosing him was the right or wrong decision...
P.S.: My new book, "Reborn in the 80s, I Control Life and Death in the Human World," is now officially available. This book incorporates elements of urban rebirth in the 1980s, as well as feng shui and fortune-telling. I revised it five times before its official publication.
Who says you have to go through tribulations to become a god or immortal? What god would let himself suffer so much? Qin Chao tells you that's all a lie. He ate, drank, played, and had fun, and even married seven wives. Then, at the age of eighty-four, God allowed him to be reborn at the age of sixteen. He had to live such a carefree life again. Was he God's favorite son?
As it turns out, immortals don't live a life of hardship! Only a carefree and unrestrained life is the standard for becoming a god, especially for gods who control life and death.