Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"Brother Zheng, we're here."

Seeing Liu Guo cooking something nearby, Wang Erleng shouted hurriedly.

"Come on, stop over here. We'll unload on the north side of the road later."

The car stopped and several people got out. Only then did they see clearly that there were potatoes cooking in the pot, but they were not very big.

"Brother Zheng, this is Director Song."

Erlang hurried forward to introduce himself.

"Director Song, thank you for your hard work. I am really sorry to bother you to come and deliver it in person."

"Haha, Brother Liu, you're welcome."

The two men stepped forward to shake hands and looked each other over.

When Liu Guozheng saw Director Song's Mediterranean hairstyle, he thought that he must be an extremely smart person. There were not many people with this hairstyle in the 1950s.

Director Song was also looking at the young man in front of him. He gave a good first impression and looked pleasing to the eye.

He is not too tall, about 1.75 meters, with a short flat head, neat and tidy, sharp face, bright eyes, high nose bridge, slightly upturned corners of the mouth, and a smile on his face. In particular, his voice is loud and gives people a very confident feeling.

"Brother Liu, haven't you eaten yet?"

Looking at the potatoes in the pot, Director Song asked.

"Haha, this is for the comrades who deliver bricks. After all, this is hard work and it's easy to get hungry. Potatoes are just the right thing to keep you from getting hungry."

In later life, Liu Guozheng worked in the logistics industry. Every time he went to someone's warehouse to load goods, he would prepare drinks and cigarettes, and then he could wait for them to load the goods for him. He didn't even have to count the quantity, and it was guaranteed to be correct.

If you go there empty-handed, even if you count, the numbers won't add up in the end. A 9.6-meter box truck with a truckload of goods will make you suffer.

Of course, people in the fifties were relatively honest. They would do what they said and they worked diligently. They didn't need you to urge them and they did their work very efficiently.

He cooked some potatoes purely as a token of his appreciation, but it was not to say that the workers were not working well. He knew that the workers in the factory could only eat until they were 80% full these days. He had never been hungry, but his predecessor had been hungry. As he inherited the memories of his predecessor, he felt the same as if he had experienced it himself.

"Brother Liu, what can I say?"

Director Song did not refuse verbally because he knew that the factory had been short of food for the past few months and that all the work was physical labor. If they could eat their fill today, they could take the food they saved at the factory back home, which would improve the diet for their wives and children at home, something he was happy to see.

"Director Song, look..."

"Brother Liu, Director Song is a bit too polite. I am a few years older than you..."

"Brother Song."

Before Director Song finished speaking, Liu Guozheng changed his tone. Considering Director Song's age, there was nothing wrong with calling him uncle, but he just couldn't say it, so he just called him brother.

"Haha, that's great, bro."

Although Director Song had some small thoughts for his subordinates, Liu Guozheng didn't mind. They were just some potatoes, not valuable. There were a lot of wild potatoes in the second world.

What's more, I have the bricks but not the other things.

I have no access to lime, cement, and fine sand, so maybe I have to ask Director Song for help.

As for bricklayers and carpenters, if Director Song knows any, that would be great. If not, he can go to nearby villages or relief stations to look for them. It shouldn't be difficult to find them.

"Brother, you are really amazing. How dare you build a village by yourself? You are so courageous!"

Director Song still had some doubts. After all, with his hunting skills, it would be easy for him to apply for a job as a buyer in any factory. These days, if he could get a wild boar every month, the factories in the city would be vying for it!

"Hey, Brother Song, this is a long story."

"We'll talk about it later when we have time. Now let's talk about this brick."

Liu Guozheng thought to himself that he was a man of courage, otherwise he would have found a way to go to the city long ago. However, he figured it out in the following days. Instead of applying for a purchasing job in a factory, it is better to work alone. In the village, you don't have to care about the neighbors when you eat meat. You can eat it however you want. As long as you have it, no one can stop you.

The most important thing is his personality. He doesn't like to be controlled by others, especially in the 1950s and 1960s, when there was a small meeting every three days and a big meeting every five days. Liu Guozheng said he couldn't stand it.

"Okay, let's have a drink some other day. I have a bottle of good wine stored here."

Seeing that Liu Guozheng didn't want to talk, he naturally didn't continue asking.

"Brother Song, I won't hide anything. All the bricks and tiles were paid for with meat. I don't have any money even if you want it."

In fact, Liu Guozheng did not expect that they would be able to send a truckload of bricks over without a deposit. If this happened in the future, you would never even think about it.

"Haha, brother, even if you want to give me money, I don't want it."

Old Song had already thought about it. When the meat is brought back, he will not cook it in the cafeteria. He will just divide it according to the number of people and will not be responsible for it later. As for the meat you get, if you want to eat it yourself, you can eat it yourself; if you want to exchange it for money, you can find someone to exchange it with. The main purpose is to save time and trouble.

"Then I'd like to thank you first, brother. I was really afraid that you would disagree."

"You're welcome, brother. I'm the one taking advantage."

Old Song knew very well that meat was hard currency now, more attractive than money. If you asked someone to do something for you, and you got fifty yuan, it might not be as useful as ten kilograms of meat.

"Brother, I need bricks and tiles for five rooms in the early stage. I will give you six wild boars, each weighing no less than 200 kilograms, and they are all processed whole pigs."

"In addition, every time the workers and drivers come to deliver goods, they can get a pound of potatoes after unloading the goods."

"Brother, what do you think?"

Liu Guozheng believed that Old Song would not refuse, as what he had given was already enough.

"hiss……"

"Brother, to be honest, it's impossible not to be moved. You've given me too much."

Old Song was a little embarrassed. To be honest, bricks and tiles were not worth much in that era. Tiles were more expensive than bricks, but not much. Until the 1959s, red bricks were only a little over or cents. Now it is , how expensive can bricks be? Pork is different. The average price is more than cents, and you need a ticket. You don’t need a ticket on the black market, but it will be more expensive, up to more than one yuan.

Not to mention the meat, each person received an extra pound of potatoes each time, which was considered a generous bonus.

Don’t think that one pound of potatoes is too little. In the next month, a batch of bricks will be delivered every day, which means it will be a lot.

But in terms of value, it’s not much, a pound of potatoes is only three cents.

Just because they sent a truckload of bricks, regardless of whether they were gambling, it was worth the price. No matter what others thought, as long as Liu Guozheng thought it was worth it, that was enough.

"Brother, take a rest. I'll go and help you."

As Lao Song was about to help, Liu Guozheng grabbed him and said hurriedly, "Since you want to help, then help carry the pork over!"

"well."

When he saw the two whole pigs, Lao Song was completely relieved.

"Brother, we can't even lift this thing!"

After trying it out, Lao Song found it a bit too much. He could lift it up, but couldn't walk with it. If he wanted to walk, he would take one step and then rest for two.

"Well, brother, I'll do it myself."

"No, brother, this is more than 200 pounds."

"Don't worry, brother, I was born with supernatural powers."

The strengthening capsules are not taken in vain, and a mere 200 kilograms is not Liu Guozheng's limit.

"real or fake?"

Director Song was a little unconvinced.

Liu Guozheng looked Old Song up and down, no wonder he was bald, this guy was indeed a little weak, then he picked up a pig and left.

"I....."

Old Song was speechless. Was he being disliked?

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that Liu Guozheng's small body could have such great strength. Song had seen people with great strength before, and they were all the kind with big frames. They didn't have big arms and waists, but at least they looked very strong.

Old Song, who didn't believe it, tried to pull the smaller pig, but he was a little overwhelmed.

"Oh, forget it, I can't refuse to accept it."

It seems that people still need to exercise more. I was quite strong when I was young and could carry things weighing over 100 kilograms. However, since I became a factory manager, I have had fewer and fewer opportunities to do work, so naturally my strength is not as good as before.

Originally he thought he could lend a hand, but in the end he could only watch Liu Guozheng run two trips by himself. Old Song felt a little embarrassed and he might as well go unload bricks.

After moving the pork, the two men took a rest nearby. Seeing that the bricks on the truck were about to be unloaded, they were not prepared to go and help anymore.