Sometimes, Zhenhua gritted his teeth with hatred for Qi Lei, and sometimes he missed Qi Lei, didn't know where he was, and was worried about his situation.

I thought that Qi Lei would write back, but I didn't expect that after more than half a year, Qi Lei had no news.

There is also Tieqiao, there has been no news in the past year, and there is no remittance to Song Lixin.

Sometimes when he sees Zhuang Xiaodie, Zhenhua will ask, "Is there any news of Qi Lei?"

Zhuang Xiaodie always shook her head and smiled, "Regardless of him." ”

When Zhenhua also chatted with Yilan, he would also be cranky, guessing where Qi Lei was and what he was doing.

Yilan rolled her eyes: "I know what Qi Lei is doing, he is singing, singing Zhang Wanlang's begging scene!"

……

At this time, Qi Lei has wandered through three cities, galloped thousands of miles, and changed more than a dozen jobs.

On the morning of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Qi Lei fled, only the last few dozen yuan, hidden under the insole. He fled to the provincial capital, where he hid in an unfinished construction site and spent three or four days.

Worried about being caught by creditors in the provincial capital, Qi Lei climbed aboard a coal train a few days later and wandered to the south.

The temperature in the south is high, and the homeless will not freeze to death.

As for looking for Qiu Rong, Qi Lei didn't think about it at all. He knew that Qiu Rong would not let himself find it, so he simply gave up.

Qi Lei called Zhang Guoning and begged Zhang Guoning for help to make a comeback.

Zhang Guoning scolded Qi Lei: "You kid killed me, so much equipment in our Jian'an Company was sold as scrap iron by your workers, I didn't look for you, you still dare to come to me!?"

Qi Lei completely lost his heart, so he had to replan his life, step by step, and start all over again.

Things are expensive to leave their hometowns, and people are cheap to leave their hometowns.

Standing on the streets of a foreign land, Qi Lei found himself so small and helpless.

Qi Lei has entered the factory and run the business, but he always achieves nothing and barely eats and wears. When you meet a black-hearted boss, you can't even get paid.

After wandering for half a year, Qi Lei came to the forefront of the motherland's reform and opening up - Guangzhou.

When he arrived in this bustling metropolis, Qi Lei didn't find a job for several days, so he simply became the king of rags, picking up rags every day for money and making ends meet. He also wanted to earn money to send home, but he really didn't have the money.

After going back and forth, Qi Lei met the owner of a scrap shop, and simply stayed at the scrap recycling station to work, doing some garbage sorting and packing work.

This is the first job with a stable income since Qi Lei wandered for more than half a year.

This job includes food and shelter, with a monthly salary of two hundred and five, but the task is heavy, dirty and tiring.

After the first month's salary was paid, Qi Lei left fifty yuan for pocket money, and sent the rest to Zhenhua, without leaving a message, nor leaving his name and address.

……

When harvesting rice in autumn, Zhenhua received the remittance of one hundred and fifty yuan, and he was happy, it seems that Qi Lei is not dead!

But looking at the city of the remitter again, Zhenhua was also dumbfounded, is this the remittance of Qi Lei or the remittance of Tieqiao?

The previous remittance of Tieqiao was also sent from Guangzhou!

I don't know whose money it is, so Zhenhua has no way to arrange this money.

Talking to Zhuang Xiaodie, Zhuang Xiaodie also shook her head and smiled bitterly, and said, "No matter who sent it, my brother will take it first." Even if it was sent by Reviver, this money would not work. ”

Zhenhua had no choice, so he had to prepare a notebook, write down the date and amount of remittance, and put it away for the time being.

Before the autumn harvest was over, Zhenhua began to plan for the restoration of the three groups of machine farming roads, and went to discuss with the third master.

is not in his position, he is now a village cadre, and it is natural for him to preside over this little thing.

The third master smiled and said, "How are you going to repair it?"

Zhenhua was confident: "Don't worry about the culvert, I have all the preparations in place, and the third master will support me in the next work." ”

"I absolutely support it!" said the third master.

Zhenhua also visited all the villagers in the three groups, mobilized from house to house, and negotiated the repair of the machine farming road.

Xia Wansong is still a-stirring stick, blocking and uncompromising.

Zhenhua talked to Xia Wansong's four sons separately, and it was still to no avail to save the country. Because Xia Wansong's sons can't convince him Lao Tzu!

Zhenhua was not discouraged, and after the rice harvest was completed, he immediately set off to the county seat.

The last time he took Pujia to see a doctor in the county, Zhenhua accidentally found that there were many hard plastic pipes in a waste recycling station, with different diameters and sizes, some of which reached 20 centimeters in diameter, which could be used as culverts in the field.

These scrap products are cheap, lightweight, and can completely solve the culvert problem.

After searching for the county and running through all the waste recycling stations, Zhenhua finally found a batch of discarded water pipes, bought them cheaply, and then found a tricycle to transport them to the station, put them on the roof of the bus, and bought tickets to take home.

All these expenses are Zhenhua's own money.

Zhenhua's goods on and off are also disgraced and dirty.

The water pipes were pulled back to Dongwan Village, and the villagers all came to watch, and they all praised: "Zhenhua really has the ability, where did you get these water pipes?"

Zhenhua smiled: "I bought it back from the scrap yard and prepared to repair the machine farming road." For the sake of my hard work, please support me. ”

The third master shouted: "Zhenhua is a collective matter, it's really heartbreaking, if anyone doesn't support road construction, is it still a human being?"

The next day, the route of the three groups of machine farming roads in the East Bay was finally determined.

Zhenhua took the villagers, put the lime line, and immediately started construction.

As for the section of the machine farming road on the edge of Xia Wansong's field, Zhenhua stayed and stayed for the time being, to see if he was ugly or not! The whole village supported the construction of the road, and he was the only one who made it difficult for him, is it embarrassing?

Sure enough, on the second day of the road construction, Xia Wansong's eldest son Xia Tongnan came over and said to Zhenhua: "Zhenhua, if you want to build the road, just repair it, my father speaks, you don't care about him." The villagers have taken out the fields to build roads, why doesn't he support it?"

Zhenhua smiled and said: "Brother Tongnan, I don't dare to do this job, you have to do it yourself, I will call the villagers together." Your father blames it, and you resist it. ”

Xia Tongnan nodded: "Okay, I'll take everyone to dig the soil!"

Under the leadership of Xia Tongnan, everyone rushed up and widened that section of the road.

A week later, the machine farming road of the three groups in Dongwan was finally fully repaired, and on the basis of the main north-south road, an east-west trunk road was opened, which basically covered all the cultivated land of the three groups, laying a hardware foundation for the future promotion of agricultural machinery.

In the future, tractors or pallet trucks can be used for field transportation, which greatly reduces labor intensity and improves efficiency.

The villagers walked on the two-meter-wide machine farming road and praised Zhenhua's contributions.

Zhenhua's new official took office and did this little thing, which was quite exciting and very fulfilling.

In the face of the praise of the villagers, Zhenhua was also very moved. As long as you do things for the masses wholeheartedly, the masses will not forget you. Doing every little thing with peace of mind is your own edge.

But Zhenhua's father sighed, and said behind his back: "What's the use of being such a village cadre? I can't get money and still pay for it, I run around all day long, and I can't return home because I'm too busy, alas, ......."

Fortunately, Zhenhua's father just talked about it behind his back, but he didn't interfere in his son's work. He knew that when his son grew up, he should let go.