Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Youqian had already noticed his son's abnormality. The rebellious teenager suddenly turned into a good boy. Not only did he take care of his family, but he also became capable. It was difficult for a father to remain indifferent.

It’s just that under the same body, there are different souls, and Zeng Youqian could never have thought of this.

Zeng Youqian brought up this topic that had already resolved the misunderstanding because he wanted to use his previous parental authority to scare his son and set a tone for the following conversation.

"Dad, what are you talking about? What milk? You said to drink my grandma's milk..."

"stop!"

Zeng You was caught off guard a second ago. He suddenly realized that his son's mouth was much more powerful than before: "What are you doing? Writing and drawing. I never saw you so active when you were studying. Now it's dark, and you keep the light on. Isn't that a waste of..." He wanted to say that it was a waste of electricity, but then he thought, well, this can't be mentioned, his son has money, "It's a waste of eyesight. The light is so bad. Stop writing, let's talk."

He changed his strategy and talked in a different way - caring!

"Dad, are you sick?" Zeng Wangcai got goose bumps all over his body.

A straight father who can barely make a fart when he is beaten with eight sticks, suddenly uses a clamped voice to gently express his concern for you, and you would get goosebumps too.

In short, this father and son are not normal today.

"How can you talk like that?" Zeng Youqian broke down again, "Tell me what's going on with the milk powder? Also, you'd better tell me the truth. What's wrong with you lately? You want meat and fish, and you're even thinking about buying a bicycle..."

It’s coming, isn’t it? It’s coming, isn’t it?

Zeng Wangcai calmed down. He knew that his behavior would definitely surprise those close to him. Perhaps a scene like today would happen. It would be normal if there was talent, and abnormal if there wasn't.

However, Zeng Wangcai will not do nothing because of this.

Guarding a port warehouse and eating coarse food is stupid.

"Milk powder? You mean the one that the second and third children drink?" Zeng Wangcai said calmly, "Do you remember the fat guy who came to our house to give us bicycle tickets and money that day?"

"Are you talking about...the purchasing agent at Peking University?" Zeng Youqian would naturally not forget it. He chatted with Fat Zheng for a few words at that time and learned that the other party was a director, not a simple purchaser.

Director, let alone in your own home, even in the entire courtyard, you are a high-ranking official.

So I have a deep memory of our friendship.

"Yes, it was him. He wanted my fish, so I asked him for a ticket, but he didn't have one. So he gave me milk powder instead." Zeng Wangcai explained, "Look at Xiaoqiang and Laifu, especially Laifu. He is so skinny. It's typical malnutrition. It's just right for him to drink some milk powder to supplement his nutrition."

Zeng Youqian was silent when he heard this. This was what he should do as a father, but now he let his son do it.

This kid has really changed now...

With emotion, Zeng Youqian did not ask other questions. As long as the child gets better, it is better than getting worse. He knows that he cares about his younger brother and his family. What else is there to ask?

If something really happens, the whole family can just bear it together.

"Okay, you go ahead and get busy. Oh, by the way, remember to save some milk powder for your second uncle's girl, and bring some back to your grandma's place."

"I know I'll keep it. I'll take it back on Friday."

Zeng Wangcai stared at his father's back in a daze. He found that his father's back looked a bit desolate, a bit like the feeling described in Mr. Zhu Ziqing's article.

In this fucking era, a can of milk powder can drive people crazy...

Zeng Wangcai was filled with emotion.

Before, it was difficult for him to tell whether the present or the future was better. Nowadays, most people are honest and kind. Of course, there are also many bad people. The things are genuine, but the difficulties are also real, not fake at all; the future seems to be just the opposite.

Now he understands that people and times have two sides and cannot be generalized.

He continued writing: We must resolutely eliminate all enemies, especially the above-mentioned enemies, wild boars, sparrows... They are like enemies lurking among the people, causing destruction...

This is the ending of his short essay, which is the sublimation and highlight of the whole article.

Zeng Wangcai finished writing a short essay of about 5,000 words, let out a breath, and read it slowly from beginning to end.

This short essay does not have any fancy words, does not pile up any literary elements, and of course has no data to support it. It just talks about the harm caused by several enemies and believes that eliminating these enemies will benefit farmers and allow them to harvest more crops.

From these, it seems that the short essay is still not related to the steel mill, so Zeng Wangcai later makes a sublimation, saying that wild boars are metaphors for enemies within the people. We must be vigilant, eliminate them, and guard against them from causing sabotage.

Finally, Zeng Wangcai’s essay mentioned that the benefit of destroying the enemy is that you can kill pigs and eat meat, and at the same time he made another metaphor.

Zeng Wangcai believes that it is absolutely safe to write like this, because the four major pests were proposed as early as last year, but there was no wild boar or the like. Anyone who makes a fuss about this is tantamount to denying the decision from above.

As for whether he can stand out, it depends on what the people above think. Zeng Wangcai doesn't care about this very much.

It would be good if I have it, but I can’t force it if I don’t have it. After all, I have only been in the factory for less than a month.

Although he had finished writing the short essay, he did not plan to hand it in tomorrow. He guessed that Zhou Hongbo still had time, so he planned to hand it in on Friday and review it over the next few days.

Zeng Wangcai was just about to take a shower and go to bed when Chen Yumei came outside the door.

Chen Yumei came in with an extra-large white enamelware mug: "Why aren't you sleeping so late? You still have to go to work tomorrow. Come on, drink the milk."

"Uh......"

A large enamel jar of milk, at least one liter.

"What do you mean?" Chen Yumei glared. "In my eyes, you are also a child. I can't just give good things to the second and third children. Your dad told you to drink it and not leave any. I'll see you drink it before I leave."

Although he glared, Zeng Wangcai felt warm inside and drank the whole jar of milk without saying a word.

This drink is about love...

A few days passed uneventfully, and Saturday came in a blink of an eye. Zeng Wangcai had already taken a leave and would only work half a day. After eating at the factory, he would go back to the countryside.

He went to work early in the morning carrying a canvas schoolbag and bought two steamed buns at the restaurant at the entrance of the alley. He has now made his parents accept his habit of eating breakfast outside, and the next step is to change their habits as well.

Nowadays, the quality of eating at home and eating out is not much different.

But Zeng Wangcai really can't drink douzhi. Once he drinks it, he becomes like the little sister in the video in the future: yue~~

The local environment and climate shape the local people, and this cannot be forced.

When he arrived at the steel rolling mill, Zeng Wangcai walked towards the office building to the sound of passionate songs playing on the factory's loudspeakers. Along the way, colleagues he knew had already taken the initiative to greet him.

Zeng Wangcai came to the office and slacked off like his colleagues in the department as usual, cleaning and pouring water like a seasoned veteran.

At this time, if you really act like a fool everywhere and behave differently from others, it will not achieve any good results, but will make your colleagues think you are an outlier.

The best situation is to be as calm as a still well, and then make your move when the opportunity comes.

Just like this essay, colleagues in the department only found out in the past two days that Zeng Wangcai was noticed by the section chief.

"Wangcai, you are so tight-lipped that you don't even mention such a good thing. If your article is really published in the newspaper, you have to treat us."

"Hahaha, to be in the newspaper you do have to treat us, but it's too difficult. No one in our Propaganda Department has ever done it except the head of the department."

"Everyone, please stop bullying Xiao Zeng. Don't make trouble. Xiao Zeng is always very nice to everyone. Have you smoked less of his cigarettes? Or have you eaten less of his salted fish at lunch?"

"Uh, why are you taking it so seriously, Lao Yang? We were just joking..."

Generally speaking, the atmosphere in the Propaganda Department is good and the relationships are relatively harmonious. These people are not shameless and greedy. Zeng Wangcai can smoke his cigarettes, but he did not eat much of the salted fish he brought for lunch.

Self-awareness is one thing, but everyone has to have shame!

Colleagues in the department joked that they actually had no objection to Zeng Wangcai writing the essay. Some people who were not ambitious even thought it would be best if they were not asked to do so, after all, it was not part of their job.

More importantly, everyone feels that this kind of article is not very useful. According to past experience, it is useless to write it because the higher-ups will not take it seriously anyway.

Before Zeng Wangcai came, Zhou Hongbo had actually trained other promising people, but without exception, no one was able to make it.

"Xiao Zeng, come in and let me see what you wrote." Zhou Hongbo shouted in his office. Since the matter had already spread, he might as well make it public.

But this puts Zeng Wangcai under a little pressure. If nothing happens, wouldn’t it be a bit embarrassing?