Lao Zhou was furious.

He couldn't understand how the car he had been doing for half his life suddenly became someone else's. How can such an important job of transportation be handed over to a group of Laizi.

He didn't understand what was wrong with this world.

It's rare for someone to be interested in this, seeing that Li Xian took the initiative to ask, Lao Zhou scolded and said the matter again. It turned out that the bus and road line from the forest farm to the Forestry Bureau had been bought out by Xu Laosan, the administrator of the passenger station. Now the station is operating procedures, and I am afraid that in more than a month, I will lose my job.

But this is not the most angry thing for him, Xu Laosan bought out the bus line and squeezed himself away, but he wanted to leave Zhou Yun to continue selling tickets to him.

That Xu Laosan is almost thirty years old and has not yet married, an old bachelor, let Zhou Yun give him a car, and Lao Zhou, who has a very high level of prevention awareness, can see at a glance that this guy has bad intentions.

After listening to Lao Zhou's description, Li Xian smacked his lips and didn't say anything.

The year we are in now is 1992, which is considered to be the most important turning point in the history of China's reform.

In this year, the main axis of China's development officially shifted to the economy. Although reform and opening up have begun in the past 78 years, whenever there is a macroeconomic problem, there will be a trend of criticism and accusation. However, in this year, after the great man's secret tour of the south, he made a speech, which had dealt a fatal blow to the rigid trend of thought, and since then China's economy has begun to transform.

It is now September, and in Li Xian's impression, that is, after the 14th National Congress of the Communist Party of China held in October, the report of the congress will clearly put forward the goal of establishing a market economic system.

And that is the time when the grassroots people will completely usher in change.

From then on, there will be more and more people like Lao Zhou who don't understand and can't figure it out, but are helpless.

Although he didn't want to use those vulgar words to evaluate this era, Li Xian had to admit that this was the best era and the worst era.

The good thing is that in the midst of this change, all the decay will be broken, and some ambitious or ambitious guys will have their own stage completely. In the future, these people will become so-called role models and idols.

The bad thing is that there are a lot of people like Lao Zhou who will be in charge of a long dormant period. In this dormant period, some people slowly figured out that there is no way out by relying on the national government, and if they want to live the life of their dreams, they need to rely on themselves. Some people never understand that they have lived a lifetime with entangled poverty.

In a word, this is an era of stratification of the Chinese.

Just as Li Xian was deep in thought, Lao Zhou interrupted him: "Boy, I heard that you have a good brain. You think of a way for Uncle Zhou, what should be done about this matter?"

Although Li Xian is also very sympathetic to Lao Zhou's father and daughter, he is a student to put it bluntly, and he has no right to interfere in this matter. But now that Lao Zhou asked, he didn't refuse.

"Uncle Zhou, in fact, have you thought about it, you can't feed the family if you do something now, there is no need to rely on this bus. Li Xian thought for a while and said.

It's not that Li Xian comforted Lao Zhou, but that's what he thinks. On the Forestry Bureau's side, there will be a large-scale logging halt in two more years, and the flow of people will drop dramatically. That Xu Laosan bought this bus line, and it is estimated that it will not be easy to make money for two years.

Lao Zhou didn't get the answer he wanted, and was a little dissatisfied: "Isn't it the same as not saying it?" I asked you to think of a way, and you are good...... You say I've driven a car all my life, so why should I go if I don't drive? ”

Li Xian smiled: "I didn't say that I won't let you drive, I'm afraid that the forestry bureau's timber truck is a hundred times a day every winter, Uncle Zhou, you have been running on this line for more than ten years, and you are familiar with everyone in all aspects, and you are afraid that you have nothing to do? Uncle Zhou, didn't I say, how much money can you make a year by driving a bus? It's only one or two thousand, right? I heard that in winter, when the market is good, a round trip is four or five hundred. Come to think of it, it's interesting to die here now?"

Lao Zhou had a string in his heart that seemed to be plucked, but he didn't grasp the point for a while, just stopped talking and drove thoughtfully.

It's just that when Zhou Yun came over to open the ticket, Lao Zhou waved his hand and let Li Xian and Li Pi take a ride.

After a period of small talk, Li Xian also gained something. He suddenly realized that his hometown seemed to be really a treasure of fast feng shui.

Lao Zhou, who was ordered by him, didn't have any ideas, but he remembered the logging period in winter......

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Li Xian's school is in the Technical School of the Forestry Bureau, which is a provincial-run junior college teaching unit, one is to solve the education problem of the children of the Forestry Bureau, and the other is to send professional talents to the bureau.

But Li Pi's school is the No. 1 Middle School of the Forestry Bureau, which is a high school.

sent Li Pi to the school to settle down, and casually stuffed all the sausages that Zou Ni brought for herself into Li Pi's bag. Li Xiancai took his luggage and went to the Forestry Technical School for three rounds.

Although Li Xian has never actually come to Lin Technical School, the bits and pieces that remain in the memory of the second master make him not unfamiliar with this place.

Along the tree-lined path of the school, he came to the dormitory building and successfully found his dormitory.

It was a four-person room of about 30 square meters, next to two bunk beds welded by iron pipes, and wooden desks of unclear colors—two white enamel jars had been placed on them.

Hearing someone coming, a head stuck out from the top bunk on the side of the door.

"Kenko, why did you get there?"

Li Xian immediately searched in his mind and immediately had an impression of this head. In the lyrics of the old wolf, this is the brother who sleeps on his own bunk.

Liang Yonghe.

In the memory of the second uncle, Li Xian learned that this brother was a strange person, and Liang Yonghe's academic performance was the most top-notch in the 88th class of the Forestry Technical School, and in addition, this person's character was also excellent.

Liang Yonghe's family is poor, and the most willing thing to do in school is to collect canned food and bottles that those classmates have eaten, and let them be used as jars for his mother at home. The same family is poor, and this cargo is reluctant to take the car every time he goes home on vacation, but walks along the small train track for seven or eight hours to go back.

On one occasion the guy came home with a few cans and bottles hanging from his canvas pocket, and accidentally choked on the train tracks, and the crumbs of the bottles cut seven inches into his stomach.

The classmates often took a bath together, and when they saw this inverted scar, they gave him a seven-inch nickname.

And the person with the nickname is the second uncle.

Li Xian was amused, went over and patted Liang Yonghe's belly, and said, "I just sent my brother there." Seven inches, why are you alone in the dormitory, what about them?"

Li Xian refers to Zheng Biao and Wang Wensheng's two roommates.

"Hey, the two of them went to the vice principal's house to give gifts. Isn't it about to be distributed, and my heart is hairy. Liang Yonghe sat up from the bed and said.

"By the way, Kenko, I went to the vice principal yesterday, and he asked me about you.

Li Xian raised his eyebrows, "You went too?"

Liang Yonghe's face flushed, "My mother took a bag of pine nuts, and she had to let me send them to ......."