Siheyuan, a primordial wonderland

Although the steel mill is closed today, Chen Ping still has a relatively free day.

But when he rode his bicycle on these rural roads, he couldn't help but sigh...

Although people in the city have holidays, people in the countryside are still working in the fields with their backs to the sky and their faces to the earth!

"What hard-working farmers there are in this era!" Chen Ping sighed!

The countryside is different from the city. People in the city go to work and then earn money to buy what they need.

But people in rural areas depend on the weather for their livelihood. If the weather is good, there will be a good harvest all year round and they will not have to worry about food and clothing.

If the husband is not well, there will be great famine and starvation everywhere. This is not an exaggeration!

Thousands of years of Chinese history tell us that when disaster strikes, no one can escape its reach.

Of course, Chen Ping could only sigh like this, and then he pedaled his bicycle even faster.

It didn't take long for Chen Ping to arrive at a somewhat dilapidated village.

No wonder Chen Ping’s first thought when he saw the village was that it was shabby?

While other villages all had brick and tile houses, and the worst ones had at least a sturdy house, Chen Ping saw such a village in this corner that attracted no one's attention!

Adobe house with thatched roof, such houses were extremely rare in that era!

Nowadays, although many houses are still made of adobe, their roofs are not covered with thatch.

One can imagine how difficult the situation in this village is.

Chen Ping just pushed his bicycle and walked towards the village in a swaggering manner.

When Chen Ping reached the entrance of the village, he found that there were also some elderly people here, just like the elders in Wangjia Village, sitting at the entrance of the village...

Of course, they were not chatting and laughing at this time, but doing some manual work there.

When Chen Ping got closer, he found that these people were weaving something like bamboo baskets...

Chen Ping even saw the crutches placed next to them, and some of the elderly people had empty trouser legs.

When Chen Ping saw these people, they naturally saw Chen Ping as well.

"Young man, what brings you here?"

"Hehe, hello, uncle. I'm from Wangjia Village next door. I used to work in the city, but today is a holiday in the city, so I wanted to go shopping, so I came here."

"Master, why aren't you at home?

Why did you get outside?

Aren't you guys getting mad outside?"

When Chen Ping said this, he was not afraid of any security risks that would be detrimental to them.

But the health of several people is really worrying!

"Haha, you're worried about us, young man. Back then, I risked my life to kill two Japanese."

Hearing this, Chen Ping was filled with awe. No matter who this person was, anyone who could stand up in times of national crisis was a hero.

Then, Chen Ping quickly took out cigarettes from his pocket and gave them to several people.

"My Lords, come...

I didn't bring anything with me, but this cigarette is the only thing I can bring. Please have a taste."

Then, he distributed the smoke to everyone...

Several old men looked at the cigarette in Chen Ping's hand and took one without any hesitation, then started puffing away.

Of course, although they were smoking, their hands were still busy...

Seeing them like this, Chen Ping squatted aside and said...

"My dear uncles, I heard from the elders in our village that the people in this village had participated in the Anti-Japanese War in the past, so I wanted to come and see if what they said was true?

Gentlemen, can you tell me about it? "

When these old men heard what Chen Ping said, they all laughed out loud...

“Haha, then those old people in your village should also be of our generation!

Ordinary people don’t know about this.”

Then, these old men told Chen Ping about the history of their village...

It was indeed as Chen Ping had heard, many people in this village joined the army during the Anti-Japanese War.

After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, not many of those who had gone out came back!

They are just physically unable to work, and can only do what they can in open spaces to support their families.

Although they have sons and grandchildren, their unyielding spirit will not allow them to become decadent.

Seeing them like this, Chen Ping's mind moved, and he said directly to an old man...

"I don't know what can be sold in this village. I'm checking the purchasers of the steel mill. I can buy anything that is edible."

Hearing this, all the old men looked at Chen Ping.

Seeing the disbelief in their eyes, Chen Ping directly took out a purchase certificate from his pocket, which was actually from the Taichu Fairyland...

It was clearly written on it that Chen Ping was a buyer for the steel rolling mill.

When the old men saw this scene, they all smiled and nodded towards Chen Ping.

"Young man, since you are a buyer, you use cash, so you won't write a receipt to pay, right?"

"Haha, gentlemen, don't worry, I use cash."

As Chen Ping spoke, he took out a stack of money from his pocket. It was all small change, 10 cents, 20 cents, 50 cents, 1 yuan, 2 yuan, 5 yuan...

At this point, the stack of money that Chen Ping took out alone was worth at least 20 yuan...

Seeing that they had believed it, Chen Ping said to them directly...

"Gentlemen, do you know who is the head of this village?

I will go directly to him and ask him to tell the villagers.”

Hearing this, the old men smiled and led Chen Ping.

They all supported each other, and the original handicrafts they had made were just left there.

After all, compared to these handicrafts, what Chen Ping purchases is more important.

When Chen Ping and his companions arrived at a relatively new thatched house, they saw an old man shouting inside...

"Village Chief, someone is here to see you..."

After hearing this, someone inside immediately agreed...

"Who is it? Who is looking for me?"

Then, in Chen Ping's eyes, he saw a little old man walking out...

When the village chief came out and saw the people in front of him, he was a little confused?

Said to those old men...

"What's matter?"

Several old men just wanted to look at Chen Ping, and Chen Ping also spoke directly...

“Village head, I’m a buyer for the steel mill. Is there anything our village wants to sell?

Don't worry, I pay in cash and don't issue receipts."

Hearing this, the old village chief's originally gloomy face instantly turned into a smile...

It’s not like there haven’t been people coming to their village to purchase goods before, but those people actually gave them notes!

Don't you see what kind of people they are in the village...

Where do you ask an old, weak, sick, and illiterate person to take the note?

Therefore, they never contact outside buyers, and they sell things directly to the commune, and they sell them in groups.

The village chief was also extremely happy to hear Chen Ping say this.

Then he said directly to Chen Ping...

"Little brother, wait a moment, I will go and inform the villagers...