With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

The foot of Wanshe Mountain is crowded with people, and countless people fuck the guy at the foot of the mountain to impress him.

Suddenly there was a bang, the bomb exploded, and countless large and small rocks flew in the air.

Xue Ming laughed dumbly: "You guys are so awesome. You just took off your pants and farted. It's unnecessary."

I knew they were doing useless work, but I couldn't stop them. I could only watch and have fun.

"Brother, be careful!" Niu Guoxing was frightened and hurriedly rolled up the window of the truck.

If others heard this, they would definitely go online.

Xue Ming shook his head, crossed his legs and lay on the passenger side, watching their hard work through the car window.

Countless people moved the corpses into trucks, some carrying them on poles, and some using canopy beds. The transporters sat in the cars waiting to drive away.

Half an hour later, the No. 2 truck was loaded with stones, and Niu Guoxing started the truck and left the Wansheshan construction site.

More than 20 miles south of Wanshe Mountain, there is a low-lying area where countless people have been waiting for a long time.

They unloaded the rocks from the truck and piled them into a large pit. It seemed that they were going to fill in the low-lying area and build a high artificial mountain.

Xue Ming and Niu Guoxing sat in the car the whole time. After they finished unloading the stones, they drove the No. 2 truck back to the Wansheshan construction site.

Three carts of stones were hauled in one morning. Xue Ming looked at his watch and saw that it was already 12: noon.

"Comrades, come here and line up to receive food stamps. Then go home and eat. We will officially start work at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Stand in line to get food stamps, don't be crowded."

"..."

All the workers form one large team, with many small teams below. The team leaders are responsible for issuing food stamps to the team members.

Xue Ming got out of the car and stopped a big man and handed him a cigarette: "Brother, how many kilograms of food stamps did you get?"

"Don't talk about pounds." The big man took out the food stamps with a face value of 8 taels from his pocket and said with a smile: "8 taels in the morning, 8 taels in the afternoon, you can get 16 taels in a day."

Xue Ming shook his head: "That's less. Moving rocks is a physical job. It's very tiring."

"Comrade, you can't say that. I'm going to call you soon. We are contributing to the country. Even if we don't give food stamps, I will come over and contribute!"

"Oh! You are the one!"

There was light in the other person's eyes, and Xue Ming gave him a thumbs up.

The big man had a look on his face, put 8 taels of food stamps in his pocket, and looked at the big truck behind Xue Ming: "Comrade, are you a transporter?"

"Yes." Xue Ming nodded and said, "We are all the same, we are also contributing to the country."

"It's different. You're still making a contribution, so your job will be much easier." The big man was a little envious.

He looked at the big truck a few more times, then went home to eat on his shoulder.

At this time, Li Liangliang, captain of the Wansheshan construction site, came to Xue Ming, took out a stack of food stamps and handed it to Xue Ming.

"Brother Xue, Director Shen asked me to give you a message: A man who knows the current affairs is a hero. She said that she likes Comrade Xue Qing very much.

Director Shen also said that during the construction of the Wanshe Mountain air raid shelter, all transport crews could eat for free and receive two kilograms of food stamps every day. "

Xue Qing had given up on Li Taiyue and turned to Shen Xiaoli. These food stamps were his reward.

Originally, the transporters would eat on the construction site and could not get food stamps, but Shen Xiaoli was particularly merciful.

"Captain Li, please help me thank Director Shen." Xue Ming smiled and put the food stamps in his pocket, not wanting them to be in vain.

The smell of food came from the work shed, and Li Qiang patted Xue Ming on the shoulder: "Brother, let your people line up to eat."

"Thank you, Brother Li." Xue Ming asked Niu Guoxing to inform the transporter, and asked Niu Guoxing to help him pack food.

There was a long queue in front of the work shed. Xue Ming rested in the No. 2 truck and took out his food stamps to count them.

With sixty kilograms of food stamps and sixty transporters, Shen Xiaoli was quite generous.

Xue Ming smiled. In his opinion, the struggle for power between Shen Xiaoli and Li Taiyue was like dog eating dog.

"I hope you will focus all your energy on fighting for power, so that you can commit fewer crimes."

At this time, Niu Guoxing opened the car door: "Brother, it's time to eat."

Xue Ming opened the lunch box, which contained vegetables and tofu. There was not a drop of oil in sight, but the portion was quite generous.

There are also two large yellow steamed buns made with third-grade flour, which means bran and flour are mixed together.

The transporters were squatting beside the truck. Everyone was eating and seemed very happy.

"I'm not hungry, please help me eat." Xue Ming put the lunch box in the car.

He took out the stack of food stamps from his pocket, took out a pound and handed it to Niu Guoxing: "This is the reward given to us by our superiors."

"Brother, didn't your superiors say you only care about food and don't give food stamps?" Niu Guoxing hurriedly put the food stamps in his pocket.

"Just take it, why are you talking nonsense?" Xue Ming was very happy and jumped out of the truck to distribute food stamps to his comrades.

When he came to Wang Xianbang, he knelt down and whispered, "Brother Xianbang, your work today was okay."

Wang Xianbang nodded hurriedly, with a chrysanthemum smile on his old face.

We didn't have to work hard to move the rocks, and we were able to stay and eat, which made everyone feel happy.

Xue Ming stuffed a pound of food stamps into his pocket: "The superiors saw our hard work and gave us a pound of food stamps. Don't tell anyone."

"Ninth brother, don't worry." Wang Xianbang suddenly smiled.

Now that he could not only eat for free, but also receive food stamps to subsidize his family's income, he suddenly wanted to dig holes and be a rabbit for the rest of his life.

"If you follow your ninth brother, you will have a bright future." Wang Xianbang flattered him in a low voice.

Xue Ming patted him on the shoulder, got up and distributed food stamps to other brothers, telling them one by one not to make any noise.

The comrades were very happy, and Xue Ming was also very happy. He found a place where no one was and entered the space.

Cook a pot of millet porridge, kill a chicken to reward yourself, and then lie in bed and read a book after eating and drinking.

I fell asleep while watching it, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon when I woke up.

He left the space to find Captain Li Wei: "Brother Wei, my head suddenly hurts, and I want to ask you for leave."

"Brother, don't ask for leave. If you do, you won't have food to eat or food stamps."

Li Qiang saw that there was no one around and whispered: "You can find a place where no one is and hide, and just come over and show your face at six in the afternoon."

Xue Ming smiled and gave him a cigarette: "Brother Li seems to take good care of me. Was it arranged by Director Shen?"

"You know why you still ask?" Li Qiang happily lit up his cigarette.

He lowered his voice and said, "Brother, Director Shen is really good to you. You can't be ignorant of your blessings."

Xue Ming could only smile and say nothing, smoke a cigarette with him, find a deserted place to enter the space, and continue to lie on the bed and sleep.

I slept until 5:30 in the afternoon, then left the space and went to the construction site, looking at the results of the day's work with my hands behind my back.

A cave two meters high, more than two meters wide, and more than three meters deep appeared at the foot of Wanshe Mountain.

Although I find this kind of thing funny, I have to admire the hard work of the masses.

"I estimate that it will take ten years to dig an air-raid shelter that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. Its ultimate fate will be to develop it into a tourist attraction."