Uncle Zhang Jun is thin and tall, with a foot of 1.8 meters, and his hair is a little shaky. So far, I have been living in the forest farm, and I am very good at all the processes of wood processing, and I have the common denominator of ordinary workers, which is hard work. Before he was reborn, Lin Ye was still on the phone with his uncle, who was working in Russia at that time, and called home to ask about his younger brother Zhang Kun's situation.

Thinking of this, Lin Ye looked at his younger brother, who was very cute at this time, and he didn't look like the person who fought with the police at all. His mother's relatives are all more delicate, and Lin Ye is also more with his appearance.

"How was it in the mountains during this time?" Uncle Zhang Jun pinched the mountain vegetable dipping sauce in his hand and sent it to his mouth, while asking. The child of my sister's family suddenly seemed to be growing up, and of course he was very happy as an uncle, and after a glass of white wine, he began to talk with his nephew.

"It's okay, it's quiet here. And the pressure is much less than that of Yamashita, and the conditions are very good. Lin Ye poured himself a glass of beer and replied, he said that the conditions were better than the town, and it was definitely not to pour chicken soup for the soul to his uncle regardless of the occasion, but it was true.

You must know that now I go down to work in a processing factory, and my monthly salary is only four or five hundred yuan, what is this money enough for? Nothing is enough, because the low wages of the Forestry Department have led to the standard of living in the areas under the jurisdiction of the local government that now far exceeds that of the Forestry Bureau, and this situation will only change in a few years.

If you really want to make money, it is definitely easier to live in a forest farm in the mountains than in a town, and this gap has not changed until the memory of the forest, but the conditions on the mountain have not changed, and after the infrastructure of the town has come up, this contrast is even more obvious, resulting in the forest farm after ten years of only a population of 30 years old, and young people who are not suitable for this condition have moved away.

"If you can't study, you can only experience it in society as soon as possible." Zhang Jun stretched out his voice to explain the truth to his nephew, this set of life experience, Lin Ye can say unceremoniously that he has heard too much in his two lives, and almost a person can stand on the moral high ground and criticize himself, and he will not see if he is a pattern.

Listening to his uncle's teachings, he held back quite hard, and he definitely couldn't laugh. From time to time, his eyes fell on his brother, who was only six years old now, and he thought, "Do you know that your son is not as worrying as he grows up?" And educate me from here? ”

After drinking a glass of beer, Lin Ye crossed his legs and put a small river fish in the forest farm on the plate, and asked, "Uncle, the processing plant of the forest farm is not a long-term solution, and those chips on the mountain are getting bigger and bigger, maybe when the provincial general bureau will order it to close, you also have to think about the future." ”

Lin Ye is absolutely telling the truth, the raw materials sent to the paper mill are getting bigger and bigger, and they will definitely be discovered by the above after a long time. The timber processing of the forest farm is not economical at all, and it will be closed in a few years, so it is necessary to give your uncle a wake-up call.

For most foresters, and even most people in Northeast China, they have long been accustomed to living in state-owned enterprises for decades, so the wave of layoffs in the 90s hit Northeast China in an instant. This process is still continuing, but it is not as intense as it was at the beginning, and foresters only count on forests, and their ability to resist risks is not as good as that of farmers.

"It's a big deal to go to the Soviet Union to do your old job, and the living can still suffocate their urine to death?" Zhang Jun said disapprehantly, he didn't know that this idea was a portrayal of his life ten years later.

Lin Ye did not correct his uncle's sick words, in the eyes of their generation, Russia is the Soviet Union, this concept may not be changed for a lifetime, and it is not surprising that the word Soviet Union pops up when he speaks.

"Lao Maozi's place is colder than ours, it's not a good place." Lin Ye thought about it carefully, what was the attraction over there? Seem? There is really nothing other than Mao Mei.

"You still think about yourself, uncle, I'm so old, what's the difference?" Zhang Jun smiled, drank all the liquor in the cup, and asked, "Ono, what is your dream?" ”

"I don't have a dream, it's a day." Lin Ye lied very naturally, it was better not to brag before he could do it, his dream was to have a Kang Caien, but who would believe it?

Filling his stomach, his uncle Zhang Jun decided to go out for a walk, the pace of life in the forest farm is slow, it is normal to go out for a walk, and it is not interesting for Lin Ye to stay in the house, so he will go out together.

In the center of the forest farm is a large clearing, and I don't know how to think about it in the first place, leaving such a place in the center, a building built in the fifties with the word "big store" printed on it. A few years later, the clearing was finally put to use and converted into a forest farm square.

For the forest farm workers who have just gotten off work, bragging about the mountains in the evening is a good pastime. On the bench next to the big store, there are a few old ladies playing long cards, and two old men are squatting and playing chess, surrounded by a group of people who join in the fun to help with the moves, the atmosphere is very comfortable and limited, in this mountainous area, not disturbed by the fast-paced life of the big city, it is a suitable place for the elderly.

Lin Ye thinks that young people are really not suitable to stay here, they still have to go out and wander around, if they fail, they can retire here when they come back, anyway, they can be attacked, retreated, and defended, there is such a place, and there is nothing This kind of thing will not happen.

"Third child, who is this child?" A middle-aged man in a camouflage uniform greets Uncle Lin Ye, who is equivalent to work clothes for people who work in a wood processing factory, and everyone wears it like this.

"My sister's child, stay in my house for a while." Zhang Jun introduced Lin Ye, and then the two sat on a bench and began to chat, the scope was quite wide, no different from ordinary people bragging.

But immediately the topic shifted to sports, and it couldn't be seen that this five-year-old man was still a sports fan, or a relatively high-end football fan. Why is it more high-end, because football fans need a very strong psychological endurance, the national team always loses, although the Japan and South Korea World Cup entered, but after the next two years, it began to be beaten back to its original shape. Lin Ye prefers to watch basketball, although compared with football, basketball is only a small sport, and after 10 years, he began to have the experience of staying up late to watch football, and only watched the big game, not the league.

But immediately he knew that he had misunderstood, and he heard this man say that the European Championship was going to be held in some time.

This sentence suddenly made Lin Ye, who was absent-mindedly an audience, stiffen his body, and triggered a vague memory in his mind, he was going to buy basketball lottery tickets because he knew that the Pistons were the champion this year. It's just that China doesn't have a basket lottery yet. Because of this man's words, he remembered two key words, "Greek mythology, one pays eighty-one." "The vast and jumbled memory of the keyboard politician himself, at this point was extracted.