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The Linkan Brigade is about to open a brick kiln!
A few years ago, the Linkan brigade was a well-known poor brigade in the commune, and the following production teams became poorer and poorer. On the contrary, in recent years, the old Cao's family has been blessed with good fortune. They found wild chestnut forests and watched the weather forecast to avoid typhoons. A high-yielding crop was grown.
One pile after another, not only the harvest in the field, but also the accumulation in the team increased, and the work points of the team members at the end of the year were also more valuable than those of other production teams.
The collective has accumulated, and each has its own usage within the scope of the policy.
Shi Hesheng, who had just been promoted to be the team leader this year, proposed to use part of the collective savings to build the primary school. Linkan Primary School was originally converted from the ancestral hall of the Qiu family. It has been in disrepair for a long time, and its structure is not suitable for classrooms and dormitories. Shi Hesheng proposed that on the foundation of the original ancestral hall, about 10 mu of wasteland should be opened up to build new brick houses.
Building a house requires bricks and tiles, which are hard to buy and expensive, so why not burn them yourself! Anyway, there was a family named Chen in the brigade, who used to be a big brick and tile worker in a kiln, and the wasteland by the stream was full of mud. As long as the bricks and tiles can be burned, not only can the primary school be built, but also can be sold to the members of the brigade at a low price, and some can even be sold to the commune or the county town.
With such a calculation, the cadres of the brigade all agreed.
Liu Erliu of Qianxi Village had no idea, so he just followed Captain Shi, and Li Donggua of Kanpo Village also quickly agreed. He looked at Cao Aidang, the new captain of Huanglin Production Team, looking serious, holding his right hand high, and humming from his nose. Come out, who doesn't know that Shi Hesheng, the son-in-law of the Cao family, has a string of Zhuge Liang from the Cao family behind him!
Be careful thinking, Li Donggua has learned to behave now, actively raising his hands, following the Cao family, and resolutely not to be a queen.
Taking advantage of the winter slack, the team took out the money and things they had accumulated, and the team members supported them, letting Chen's father and son preside over the construction of the kiln, and started the year's collective labor vigorously. Just before the New Year's Eve, the brick and tile kiln finally tried to burn the first green bricks.
Amid the sound of firecrackers, Cao Fugui huddled among the spectators, happily watching the bricks come out of the kiln.
Xiao Qiao stood beside him, and asked in a low voice, puzzled: "Brother, why do you want to study in a primary school?"
Cao Fugui glanced at him meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Plant the plane tree and attract the phoenix."
If it weren't for what "Qiao Yingnian" saw in his dream, he wouldn't have thought of this trick. If he could really attract the golden phoenix, let alone Xiao Qiao misses studying, going to university, and hugging those golden thighs, what future would he have? ? !
Things are progressing smoothly in front of him, Cao Fugui rubbed his chin, feeling a little bit of the pleasure of being behind the scenes, planning a strategy, but unfortunately no one can share the success of planning the future.
? Cao Fugui sighed, turned his head and walked home. The grandmother has been staring at people these days, and there is a second sister-in-law who wants to be a matchmaker for him all day long. The family is really hard these days. Seeing that the time is almost up, hehe, it's time to sacrifice his big method of pressing the bottom of the box!
"What?!" Grandma pinched the yellow lottery paper handed over by her eldest grandson, her face paled in panic.
Cao Fugui nodded with drooping head, and whispered: "I met him in the capital. He is an authentic expert from Longhu Mountain. If it wasn't for bad luck, ordinary people wouldn't be able to meet him! I am a rescuer. He lost his life, and gave him dozens of catties of grain and bricks, and the Taoist priest felt sorry for me, so he made a fortune for me."
He pointed to the simple and unsophisticated signing paper. The hexagrams on it were written in clear and vigorous handwriting, and there was a simple line written: There is restraint in the wife's palace, and there is no early marriage. Peach blossoms have calamities, so cultivate your body more.
"The Taoist priest said that it's my life. If I can survive the life and death of a young man, it must be a good time. I will be rich and rich, and my life will be smooth. It's a pity that my wife's palace is damaged, and my wife can't marry early. I have to cultivate my body and accumulate virtue. There will be good news."
Fugui sighed again and again, ninety percent of what he said was true, and only half of it was false. It was definitely enough to fool Grandma and Second Aunt.
This hexagram was really calculated by a fallen man who met in the capital, but although the old man claimed to be a veteran of Longhu Mountain, he was not sure about his own fortune. His hair was pulled and shaved into bristles. He quietly helped, probably going to see his patriarch by now.
The old Taoist also insisted that the general situation is difficult, not because he is not good at cultivation. Let him coax and buy it, and make a hexagram that suits his wishes, and when he arrives, he sighs and reads it, saying that he is rich and prosperous, what a pity.
If it weren't for the severe situation in the capital, he would have wished to beat the old bastard out of his wits, and let the old man see what happens to his mouth! He lost dozens of catties of grain in vain.
Fortunately, this signature is not bad.They no longer have to climb mountains and ridges every day, but have temporary dormitories, and the brigade provides a meal at noon, and the enrollment rate of the primary school has increased slightly compared to before.
The other brigades did not have as much savings as the Lincoln brigade. In recent years, the members of the famine commune have suffered a lot of losses, and they finally recovered. Where did they get the money to expand the small school? Didn't you see that all middle schools in the city are closed? Even if there is a brigade who wants to learn from Lin Kan, but there is no money or food, so how can they support it.
In December 1968, the chairman issued instructions that "the countryside is a vast world, and there can be great achievements there", and "it is very necessary for educated youth to go to the countryside and receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants".
Secretary Cao, who was keeping an eye on the policy, pondered and pondered, excitedly pinching the newspaper, and quietly consulted the young horse in his family: "Fugui, look, is this 'educated youth' that the chairman mentioned is our golden phoenix?" ?¡±
Cao Fugui stroked his shaved chin, shook his head and curled his lips: "They? At most, they are birds that have never been out of the nest, or birds of various colors. I don't know the color, and I don't know if they can fly or catch insects. .Third Grandpa, you listen to me, wait a little longer! When the time comes, we will launch an attack, and we will definitely be able to catch it when the time comes."
He squinted his eyes and laughed, quite bright. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com