Siheyuan: Sizhu starts blindly and takes a new path

Xu Damao felt that the head of the Propaganda Section would not help him, so he decided to discuss with Xu's father how to transfer his job.

"Here you are." Father Xu saw Xu Damao and said to him, "Come here and sit next to me." Xu Damao was very obedient at this moment.

"I thought you would have come to me before."

"Dad, do you know why I'm looking for you?" Xu Damao asked in surprise.

"Nonsense." Father Xu slapped Xu Damao on the head. "You want to fly before your wings have even grown hard. You dare to do anything for such a trivial matter as your crotch." After saying this, Father Xu slapped him twice more, as if he finally felt relieved.

"Dad, I'm already so old, and you still hit me."

"How old are you? Think about what you did before. Think about what an adult would do. Is it rough?"

Xu Damao wanted to refute, but he opened his mouth but said nothing.

"I asked someone about the work when you were taken to the boiler workshop."

"Then why don't you get me out of here earlier?" Xu Damao jumped up.

"Just now I thought you came to me now because you have matured and learned to be patient. You still don't understand after all this fuss. Go away, and come back to me when you figure it out." Father Xu understood that this was a good time for him to educate his son, and he must make a deep impression on his son.

Xu Damao rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, Dad, don't be anxious. I understand. I know that if I had just been taken to the boiler workshop, you would have found someone to get me out. It would have been disrespectful to the factory leader who handled me and would have irritated him. I must stay in the boiler workshop long enough, firstly, to let people vent their anger, and secondly, to let them forget. Right?"

"And the third is to make people sympathize with you." Father Xu added, and patted Xu Damao on the head and said, "Do you want others to know that you are thinking of bad ideas just by changing your eye rolling habit? If you really can't change it, either close your eyes or stare when you are thinking about something."

"Oh," Xu Damao nodded honestly, "But where does sympathy come from?"

"Your case is ultimately a family dispute, and more generally it's about the working class taking the initiative to distance themselves from the corruption of capitalists. Because of this, you were transferred from a skilled film projectionist position to an unskilled and hard-working boiler operator position. Is this retaliation? After enough time, even those who sympathized with Lou Xiao'e at the beginning will no longer blame you," explained Xu's father.

Xu Damao looked at his father, who looked normal and did not show any smug look on his face because his father understood the matter more deeply than himself. He admired his father even more in his heart.

"However, the money should be spent. If you want the horse to run fast, you must provide enough fodder. This is an eternal truth. I promise to give the person who does the job a small yellow croaker."

"A small one?" Xu Damao's voice immediately rose.

"Look at what you have achieved. You would rather die than give up your money. Do you want to die in a tiring and hot boiler room all your life?" Father Xu scolded his son angrily.

"No, Dad, that was a small yellow croaker. I got it from Lou Xiao'e with great difficulty." Xu Damao was still not satisfied.

"That's unexpected money, it's flour made from the wheat I picked up, I don't feel bad about giving it away. Son, you have to understand that money is for serving people. I saw that you knew how to spend money when you were flirting with the little girl, but why are you doing this at the critical moment?" Father Xu looked at Xu Damao, "Oh, you only know how to spend small amounts of money, you haven't grown up yet, you don't have any experience."

Xu Damao still felt a little sorry for his small yellow croaker, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Okay, don't get into this mess. If you don't want to, just stay in the boiler room."

"No, no, Dad. I was wrong. I was wrong. Is that okay?" Xu Damao begged for mercy.

"Da Mao, I am your father, your biological father. Would I harm you?" Father Xu stared at Xu Damao with his eyes wide open.

Xu Damao looked into his father's eyes, and after a while, he said, "Dad, I understand. I will get the money back from the Lou family sooner or later, and I will make them pay it back tenfold or a hundredfold."

Father Xu nodded, and then said sternly: "You can say these words in our family, and not a single word of them can be leaked outside, not even in your little family."

"It's okay. Qin Jingru is just a country girl, not a fool."

"She's stupid, but the people behind her are not stupid. I've been thinking about it for a long time recently. I always feel that her pregnancy and miscarriage are a bit unusual. There are too many surprises."

"Why, Dad, you don't believe in your son's ability?" Xu Damao was very concerned about male dignity. "It's just that Lou Xiao'e can't have children, but Qin Jingru is young and healthy, so it's easy for her to have children."

"Okay, okay, you're awesome, okay." Father Xu didn't want to discourage his son in this regard, "But there are some things you still can't tell Qin Jingru."

Seeing Xu's father's repeated instructions, Xu Damao nodded in agreement.

Two days later, Xu Damao pushed the Propaganda Department's bicycle back to the courtyard.

The third uncle was fertilizing the corn in the pot. Looking at the corn that was growing well (as I write this, I feel like the third uncle can't eat this corn, really, it has a very strong citrus flavor), he gently stroked the corn stalks, and when his fingers passed over the corn cobs that were already as thick as three fingers, his eyes narrowed into a thin line.

Xu Damao looked at the third uncle and smiled: It has to be said that Old Yan's planting skills are really impeccable. The dozen or so corn plants in the pots are growing well. I just don't know if the old man can eat them.

When the third uncle saw Xu Damao smiling, he was quite proud and said, "How about it, Xu Damao? My corn is grown well, isn't it?"

"That's great, Third Uncle. It would be even better if you could give me a few more when they're cooked." Xu Damao had nothing to be embarrassed about. In a word, if Third Uncle agreed to fifty-eight, and he didn't agree to forty, it wouldn't cost him anything.

"It's impossible for me to send you off, but it's okay if you exchange something for it. Seeing you riding the bike again, I guess you're going to be a projectionist again." The third uncle compared himself to the reincarnation of Kong Ming.

"Uncle, you are very observant. I have escaped from the sea of ​​suffering and become a glorious projectionist again." Xu Damao knew he couldn't hide it, nor did he want to, so he admitted it generously.

"Don't show off, or they will take you back." The third uncle couldn't stand him showing off so he stabbed him.

"I'm a working class person, why should I be afraid of her?" Xu Damao was indignant, but he remembered what his father had told him to do, so he stopped talking to the third uncle and pushed the cart home.

On August 1962, 8, Comrade Lei Feng died in the line of duty.

Yu Li has been working at the subdistrict office for about a month. Every morning after reporting to work, she goes to the area she is responsible for to check the sanitation, go into each courtyard to see if there are any miscellaneous piles of things, whether there are any dangerous situations, check whether the road is not cleaned properly, whether the garbage is handled as soon as possible, and whether the toilet pits are cleaned regularly. The young wife who used to be clean and tidy is now covered in dust all day long.

Yu Li's enthusiasm at the beginning gradually turned into a bit of agitation. She didn't know whether her working method was wrong or whether others were more experienced than her and therefore found the same work easier for them.

"They have been doing this longer than you have, so they must have a lot of work experience. They know exactly how often they should go to check on something, and how often they should go. Your methods need to be improved, that's for sure. It's just like when I cook. When I stir-fry Chinese cabbage, I know how much salt to put in, and when to put salt and vinegar. I've done it so many times that I know exactly what to do, so I won't be so flustered. It's definitely easier than what Ma Hua does."

Sha Zhu went on to say, "But what is needed now is a method that can help you solve this problem. One way is to take a notebook and record all the situations in the area you are responsible for, but you must also classify and manage each place. You must clearly know the daily changes in this place, so that you can summarize and know which places can be dealt with later, which places must be dealt with immediately, which sanitation workers are diligent and do not need to be monitored, and which ones like to cheat and play tricks. Another way is to ask the person who was in charge of this area before and get the results from him. This can save you a lot of trouble, but it may not be accurate or suitable for you."

"Why not?"

"You are a newcomer. The person before you is familiar with the people working below, and everyone may cooperate with him, but you don't know them. If you are not familiar with them, why should they cooperate with your work? Why would you cooperate with someone you don't know?" Sha Zhu looked at his wife patiently, "I suggest you learn it yourself. Only by understanding it yourself can you know how to do your job. After all, the teacher said, 'No investigation, no right to speak.' He has personally visited many places in rural Hunan and conducted many investigations, and only then did he come to the conclusion that Chinese peasants are the broadest and most loyal allies of the Chinese working class, and he also formed the Chinese Workers' and Peasants' Red Army. His personal practice and the example he set for you are a good place for you to learn and apply it."

"Zhu Zi, you are so good now. Where did you learn all this? In the factory?"

"I read it in a book. I think you should read it too. Now that you are working, you should read more books and learn more so that you can make more progress."

"It seems that He Yuzhu, the storyteller, is about to become He Yuzhu who loves to study." Yu Li looked at Sha Zhu and said, "I can't fall behind. I want to watch too. We need to discuss things more often."

"My corn! Who broke my corn!!" A howl broke the early morning tranquility of the courtyard.

"What happened?"

"Who's calling?"

"Old Yan, what are you shouting about? What happened to the corn?"

All the neighbors in the front yard ran out and asked questions.

"Yeah, what about the corn? It's fine."

"What do you mean fine? Look at this crop, freshly picked, and this, two ears of corn, how many kernels are in this, it's enough for me to eat two or three meals of porridge if I cook it into porridge." The third uncle was distressed, "It was fine last night, but now it's gone, someone in the yard must have picked it."

"According to what the Third Master said, this is indeed the case. Whoever broke it, come out and admit it!" At this moment, Song Ming in the front yard couldn't help but stand up and help. Then another single young man named Wu Fanxing also echoed and said, "Yes, hand it over quickly!"

At this moment, the old man who had been silent all this time finally spoke. He looked at the two speakers with a serious face and said, "Okay, stop making noise!" Then he turned his eyes to the crowd and continued, "After all, we all live in the same yard. If someone really hands over the things now, how can he stay in this yard in the future?"

However, Song Ming immediately objected to the uncle's remarks: "Huh, since he dared to do such a shameful thing, is he afraid of being talked about?"

"That's right. For people who do such bad things, their evil deeds should be made known to everyone and they should be severely criticized!"

"Okay, these days, maybe the family really has nothing to eat, let's be merciful, everyone." After saying that, the first uncle shouted to everyone, "Everyone, if anyone takes the corn from the third uncle's house, please quietly give it to me later. I won't let others know, so that we can all save face, okay?"

The old man continued, "Okay, it's time to wash up and go to work."