Yang Rui's participation really attracted a warm welcome. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Nanhu City, Yang Rui still has some fame, just talking about his identity as the top student in the college entrance examination can attract the attention of many people in this era.

In the 80s and 90s, many provinces and cities will publicize the concept of Zhuangyuan County and Zhuangyuan Township, and the earliest college entrance examination vocational schools were not fake military schools such as Hengshui Middle School, or some counties with good college entrance examination results, which attracted students from other counties and cities.

For the villagers in Xizhaizi Township and nearby, the identity of Yang Rui from the Yang family has an extra halo.

The secretary of the township party committee is not a high position, the work of Yang Shan and Yang Feng for two generations has long been well known to the locals, and Yang Rui's every move has always been a good topic of conversation in this era of lack of leisure and entertainment activities.

Moreover, college students themselves are attractive enough.

For example, the term "female college student" has almost evolved into an urban fantasy, so that some people work hard to save money for more than half a year, just to have a female college student, if it is a female student at Peking University, it is even more expensive, and saving money for a year or two may not be enough. Not to mention that it was a female college student who played in the end, or a professional female college student of Peking University Blue Bird, at least it shows that female college students are a sensitive nerve in the minds of many people, sensitive to the value of months of hard work.

The aura of male college students is not so dazzling.

Yang Rui put on his overalls and pushed up the wheelbarrow, but he was only teased by the people around him, and most of his attention quickly turned to the propaganda team, the radio and chatting.

Yang Rui learned from each other, and was quickly attracted by the song and dance show of the propaganda team.

He has always disliked the radio, and he is used to the multimedia of later generations, and now he is recovering the era of the phone, and it is the radio era of the host with a sharp voice, Yang Rui is very uncomfortable.

Chat is not suitable for now, if he turns on the chat mode, he will either be asked by the people around him about the color of his underwear, or it will become meaningless science. Moreover, there is a 90 percent chance of the former.

The performance of the propaganda team was refreshing to Yang Rui.

The intangible cultural heritage that the government likes to engage in in later generations is now too common, and any production team can find out a few of them beating the big drum, playing the red flag, and dancing Yangge.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to perform in the propaganda team, and in Yang Rui's view, performance seems to be a means of reward.

But no matter how the propagandist is chosen, for Yang Rui, it is like enjoying the national performance while working.

It's a little more tiring than sitting in the big theater, but considering that you can enjoy the song and dance at the same time, this force seems to be not low.

Yang Rui was thinking crankily while pushing the trolley and running around.

It doesn't matter if it's stone or sand, a branch or a trunk, anyway, someone shouts, he pushes it over, and then pulls it back and unloads it in the yard.

Gongs and drums are noisy.

Flags fluttering.

I started working at dawn, and when the sun rose, the hundreds of meters long mountain road loomed into shape.

"Rest for half an hour!" Comrade Yang Shan picked up a loudspeaker, stood on a large bluestone, and roared with full spirit.

Several production team leaders immediately picked up their loudspeakers and shouted in unison: "Rest for half an hour!"

Yang Rui "banged" and paused the trolley on the ground.

His work is simple, that is, on the dirt road that has been repaired, pushing the car back and forth, to say that it is a relatively easy job, despite this, Yang Rui is still sweating all over his body, and he feels more tired than 100 bench presses.

Other villagers also dropped their tools in twos and threes, some sat down on the spot, some hooked up their shoulders to continue the meat jokes, and some people did not stop and still buried their heads in hard work.

"Lijia Village Youth Commando, work for ten more minutes!" A wild roar exploded halfway up the mountain.

Yang Rui subconsciously looked over, and saw that at the front of the mountain road, about twenty or thirty "ants" were standing upright, holding up tools and flags with yellow paint and red backgrounds, waving desperately.

At the same time, a more neat roar came down: "Lijia Village Youth Commando, work for ten more minutes!"

"Lijia Village Youth Commando, work for ten more minutes!"

"Lijia Village Youth Commando, work for ten more minutes!"

After shouting, a group of people began to work hard again, singing as they worked:

"Splitting the Taihang Mountain, the Zhanghe River passes through the mountains, the people of Linxian County have many ambitions, and they are bound to rearrange the mountains and rivers ......"

Looking up at the figure at the front of the dirt road, Yang Rui's tired body also felt that a lot of strength had been born again.

"Huang Jiaji vanguard, work for another quarter of an hour!"

On the other side of the col, an even louder roar was heard.

Everyone's eyes unconsciously turned over, and they saw a team of more than a dozen people gathered together, waving a red flag together, as if they were fighting in the ring with the opposite side.

Several members of the propaganda team were immediately aroused, and after discussing with each other, they beat gongs and drums and became lively again.

"The backbone militia of the Nanhu Power Supply Bureau, come on!"

There was a ring in his ears, and Yang Rui's ears were buzzing.

But it was a group of young people in uniform uniforms, shouting and cheering and rushing past him.

Yang Rui's whole person suddenly became Spartan.

The villagers of Lijia Village and Huangjiaji are brave and can understand that they are in a hurry to electrify themselves, what are you anxious about in the Nanhu Power Supply Bureau? or the basic militia......

The young people of the basic militia team of the Nanhu Power Supply Bureau rushed halfway up the mountain, but they were actually a little confused.

Everyone is actually very tired, okay.

Rest for 30 minutes without delay.

Oh, why do we run up, it's very tiring to climb the mountain, and it's anti-human to run halfway up the mountain!

"Self-reliance!"

"Work together!"

"Hard work!"

"Don't be afraid of difficulties!"

"Selfless dedication!"

Qingyue's children's voice, mixed with some not very harmonious male duck voices, shouted slogans at the foot of the mountain.

Yang Rui didn't even need to look at it, he knew that it was the students of the "Young Pioneers" who were excited, and the tone of the voice change period, with the slogan of a bit of middle two, was not a middle two at all.

"Young people are just impulsive. Yang Rui sighed, but he also bent down and lifted the trolley, and pushed forward without hurry.

Although he has a lot of money, although he can afford to buy a large number of engineering equipment, although he can develop a variety of new technologies, what is most needed to build infrastructure in the mountains and mountains is never technology, but a drop of sweat.

The power transmission line from Nanhu City to Xixiang Development Zone is full of undulating mountains all the way, whether it is the power poles and cement that are transported, or the deep pits dug out on the spot, they can only use manpower.

The excavators and cranes that were common in later generations, in such an environment, could not even enter the site, and it was impossible to build a road for them.

Just because it's easier to erect a power line than to build a road doesn't mean the work itself is easy.

Just think about transporting a two-meter-high telephone pole into the mountain and lifting a mountain beam tens of meters or hundreds of meters high, which can make people gasp, and the temporary road built to go up the mountain is extremely dangerous.

However, China's infrastructure has been accumulated bit by bit.

In the 80s, when large-scale infrastructure construction had been largely completed in Europe and the United States, future generations enjoyed the fruits of their predecessors, and naturally could sit in the office and talk about the value of life, the fate of labor, and nature conservation, completely forgetting the bones of Chinese laborers on both sides of the Pacific Railroad and the disappeared American bison population.

The Chinese in the eighties were far from being pretentious.

In fact, the Chinese in the eighties were able to struggle without pretentiousness, and their ancestors had already exchanged their lives for it.

The same developing countries, such as Kenya, want to build some large-scale infrastructure, feed their own people, educate their children and grandchildren, occasionally enjoy the benefits of modern society, and eat a little American steak, get a little French red wine, and catch two big fish to eat raw......

But they don't.

In order not to affect the various nature reserves that have been built, Kenya has worked very hard to build any kind of infrastructure, and it is a compliment to describe it as half the effort.

Whether it is a railway or a power transmission line, the construction in Kenya must first pass a variety of environmental impact assessment projects, and it is a high-standard environmental impact assessment project set by Europe or the United States.

These EIA projects will inevitably force various engineering construction detours, increase costs, and increase the difficulty and time of the project indefinitely. The flat road is not allowed to go, the tunnel is not allowed to be hit, and the bridge is not wetted is light, and the transportation and logistics during the construction period can be called a disaster.

Even so, large-scale infrastructure construction will still be hindered at every turn, and local environmental groups from Europe, the United States or Africa can still ignore what the legal environmental impact assessment says, and they only care about whether the mother fox can feed her three little foxes.

As for whether the human mothers in the Nairobi city can feed their three children, that is a matter for the human protection organization, and it is a great system for special people to take care of their own affairs.

Because of this great system, there has been no railway construction in Kenya since 1902, during which there were local politicians who wanted to promote this matter, and finally gave it up for the rights and interests of the people of the world and the nature reserves of the people of the world.

In the final analysis, it is still the blood they shed and the lack of effort they put in.

Chinese do not need to travel through time and space, as long as they read their own history, they can see the plight of Kenyans.

The environment naturally needs to be protected, but it takes bloodshed, struggle and sacrifice to sacrifice who to protect them.

When the Chinese paid their own bloodshed, struggle and sacrifice, they had the freedom to protect themselves or animals, and they had the freedom to take the high-speed train in Yunnan, go to Kenya to see zebras, and go to Myanmar to play snakes.

By contrast, it was not until 2015 that Kenya began construction of its first railway in a century, with Chinese as poor and backward as them 30 years ago.

And 30 years later, the Chinese will be qualified to build railways of great economic and political value on the land of other countries, relying on the thick cocoons on the shoulders of their ancestors and the pain of torn tigers.

"Lijia Village Youth Commando, come on!"

"Huang Family Pioneers, persevere to the end!"

"Nandian militia, never stop!"

On both sides of the col, roaring all day long.

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