Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Three brand new bicycles were all carried down the riverbank. Only Zhang Xiuzhi carried one, while Xiaobao carried one because he was taller.

As for Yan Bugui, he deserved it. He was the first one to worry that it was not safe to leave the new car on the river bank, and said he wanted to take it down. However, Xiaohu saw that he was struggling to help him, so he was worried that Xiaohu would drop the car due to carelessness, so he decided to do it himself.

"Huff!" Yan Bugui panted and carefully parked the car on the grass by the river. "This is a good place. Wangcai... who are these people?"

Only when Yan Bugui came down did he notice that Zeng Wangcai was talking to the three old men. Just now he was only paying attention to his feet.

Yan Bugui had a sharp eye. Although the three old men were dressed very ordinary, he could still tell that they had an air of being officials, just like the principal of their school.

"This is Uncle Liu..." When asked, Zeng Wangcai introduced him to Yan Bugui, but did not mention Old Man Liu's identity. He then turned around and briefly introduced Yan Bugui to the three old men.

Yan Bugui saw Zeng Wangcai chatting and laughing with the three old men, and they seemed to have a good relationship. He couldn't help but marvel at it, wondering when Zeng Wangcai got to know these people.

He suddenly thought of the relationship between Zeng Wangcai and the director of the subdistrict office, and suddenly realized that Zeng Wangcai is now very different from before.

Because they were counting on Zeng Wangcai for guidance, Yan Bugui was very tactful. When he saw that they had something to say, he did not come closer to them. He found a spot on the far right and prepared to fish.

The other members of Zeng Wangcai's team were already familiar with the route. Xiaohu and Xiaobao went to cut bamboo, while Lin Huyang helped Zhang Xiuzhi dig up the previous pit. They still planned to get food here at noon.

Old Man Zheng looked puzzled: "Xiao Zeng, what are they doing? Digging a hole to catch fish?"

"Haha, that's where they cook at noon!" Old Man Liu answered for Zeng Wangcai, "They use sacks to pack fish..."

"Sacks?" Old man Zheng became more curious. "It's my first time seeing this. I want to see how many fish you can catch today."

Zeng Wangcai chuckled and was about to help, but was stopped by Old Man Liu.

Old Man Liu's expression turned serious and he said, "Wangcai, if I transfer you to another position, would you be willing?"

Does this mean...promote me?

Zeng Wangcai was slightly stunned and did not feel very happy. He knew very well that being promoted was not a good thing for him as he had just started working. Even with the help of Old Man Liu, it would not work. After all, a blacksmith must be strong himself. Moreover, he felt that Old Man Liu was not a person who would use backdoors.

So, he immediately thought of a possibility, that his fishing and hunting skills were noticed by Old Man Liu.

To be honest, he was very satisfied with his job in the steel mill. For a long time in the future, the working class and the peasant class would be the best. Although they could not become rich, they were stable. Besides, he did not need wealth. He had space. If it were not for the times, he would definitely choose to lie down.

However, he also knew that since Old Man Liu had asked, it was best not to refuse. This was a matter of attitude. He should express his stance first and then see the real situation.

"I am a brick of society, and I will be moved wherever I am needed!" Zeng Wangcai slightly changed the great man's famous saying to express his attitude.

"Haha, not bad!" Old man Liu nodded with satisfaction, and there was no further words to say, as if the previous question was just a casual one.

Zeng Wangcai had no choice but to say hello and go to work.

Not long after, Xiaohu and Xiaobao came back with some bamboos and started making fishing rods skillfully.

Old man Wang, who was watching them work, stroked his chin and said, "Old Liu, are you kidding me? They use this to fish?"

"This is pretty good. You see, at least they use fishing lines and fish hooks. Look at what other people use to fish and catch fish. It's okay if they have the organization of the production team. They can get some decent stuff. But how many of those who come here secretly have real stuff?" Old man Liu said, looking at the river.

Old man Wang looked back at the people fishing next door and said grimly, "We haven't done our job well. People are having a hard time. We have to get through this winter and hope things will be better next year."

Little do they know that next year will be even harder.

"In the final analysis, it's still the people below who are exaggerating." Old Man Wang thought of something and trembled with anger. He shouted in a low voice, "If it weren't for the fact that satellites were flying all over the sky last year and the yield per mu was 120,000 catties..., haha, this year's difficulty may not be any less than last year..."

"Old Wang, have you drunk too much? Stop talking about these useless things and do something!" Old Liu glared at Old Wang. "We have a greater responsibility. We believe what they say. Which of us doesn't come from a farming background?"

They are talking about last year's farce, and feel that this year's difficulties, in addition to natural factors, are also due to last year's blind optimism. Of course, there are other factors, including this. Even if some of them realize it, they will not say it because it is useless to say it.

It was old man Liu who said that doing things is the most important thing.

At this time, Zeng Wangcai and his colleagues had completed their preparations, but as usual, Zeng Wangcai did not take any action and instead helped out inside.

Seeing this, Old Man Wang was surprised and said, "Old Liu, didn't you say Zeng Wangcai is good at fishing? Why doesn't he do it?"

"To be honest, I don't understand it either!" said Old Man Liu. "You will understand it as you watch it slowly. He is amazing, and the people he leads are also amazing."

Old man Liu actually always had doubts in his heart. It would be fine if only one or two people were good at fishing, but as long as everyone who followed Zeng Wangcai was good at fishing, then it would be worth thinking about carefully.

However, Zeng Wangcai did it perfectly, so there was nothing that could be done even if everyone in the world found it strange.

"Hey, I caught it!" Yan Bugui on the left and right suddenly shouted in surprise, "I caught a fish, Wangcai, you are right, Beiding River is better than the moat estuary!"

Yan Bugui, who was as excited as Fan Jinzhong, caught a fish and caught a carp weighing about two kilograms. This was the heaviest fish he had caught since the summer vacation.

"Congratulations!" Zeng Wangcai originally wanted to help Yan Bugui to cover up the situation, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly get better on his own.

"Haha, good luck, good luck!" Yan Bugui, who was so happy that he couldn't help himself, put bait on the fishhook and threw it into the river to fish again.

Zeng Wangcai made a nest as usual and then waited.

But something fishy happened today. Not long after Yan Bugui caught the fish, Xiaobao also caught a large white carp, also known as a crosstail, weighing about one kilogram. Then Zhang Xiuzhi and Xiaohu also caught fish, one caught a silver carp and the other caught a crucian carp.

Among them, the silver carp and bighead carp caught by Zhang Xiuzhi were the largest, weighing more than three kilograms, while the crucian carp caught by Xiaohu was smaller, less than one kilogram.

In fact, good luck is one aspect, but the most important thing is that these three people are no longer novices. They have gained a lot of experience after three battles.

Zeng Wangcai had no choice but to stop intervening when he saw this. He picked up a fishing rod and threw it into the water out of boredom.

The fish were biting really well today, and before noon, Yan Bugui didn't ask for help and had caught more than 20 kilograms of fish in total.

Zeng Wangcai and his team naturally harvested much more than this. If they performed normally, each of them would have caught about 100 kilograms, and the total was around 500 kilograms.

But the fish tasted good, but other things were not going well.

Just as Zeng Wangcai and others were preparing lunch, an accident happened. Zeng Youhuo rode a bicycle to the river bank to look for someone, and his expression was anxious.