In fact, Yang Dekui's work was very productive, and the hospital's union flourished, most of the doctors and nurses joined the union, the doctors joined the doctors' union, the nurses joined the nurses' union, and the handymen joined the handymen's union.

Xiaoxiu also joined the union, and now she goes in and out every day like a gust of wind, chirping in the ward every day about their union.

"The store workers' union went on strike yesterday and their salaries have gone up a lot."

"After New Year's Day, we are going to the British Concession to protest and march."

"We are also going to strike, demanding a pay increase, demanding a six-day workday."

…….

"Okay, six days of work, Sunday off, I support." Zhuang Jihua smiled and said, "But, Xiaoxiu, you're going to strike, what should I do?" ”

Xiaoxiu was stunned, blinking her apricot eyes and feeling a little embarrassed: "Then what should I do?" Other unions are on strike, and we can't afford to do nothing. ”

"Otherwise, when I'm well, you can strike again, and then I'll lead the troops to mount the machine gun in front of your dean's door, and if I don't agree to your conditions, we'll break him out."

"That's not good, our dean is a good person, besides, it doesn't matter if he doesn't add a salary increase."

"Then who decides."

"Our hospital is not a private hospital, it is managed by the national political axe, and the political axe has the final say on whether the salary is raised or not."

"Are you going to protest at the political axe?" Zhuang Jihua asked.

"Isn't it, everyone is still discussing."

Zhuang Jihua couldn't help laughing in his heart, now he had fun to see: "How much do you ask for more?" ”

"It's not much, nurses with less than 12 yuan have to make up 12, and those who have 12 yuan have to add to 16 yuan." Xiaoxiu said happily that it seems that increasing the salary is a matter of course.

Zhuang Jihua thought about it and felt that there was no problem, this request was not excessive, and it should be satisfied.

The hospital's thriving labor union has caused disagreements between Wu Ziniu and Song Yunfei, who have diametrically opposed views.

"Beat people to give candy to eat, this general union fools people." Seeing that Xiaoxiu was about to give Zhuang Jihua an injection, Wu Ziniu couldn't help, so he joked about Xiaoxiu on the side.

"What are you talking about?" Xiaoxiu's face tensed and said dissatisfiedly: "Shouldn't we go up?" ”

"I didn't say that, I'm talking about the bunnies in the pickets, sending a few people to make trouble, and then come to buy people's hearts, you really eat this." Wu Ziniu said lightly.

"It can't be said that it is normal for a few bad people to be mixed in the workers' pickets, and the timely handling of them also proves that they did not protect their shortcomings and sincerely did things for the workers." Song Yunfei came in from the outside and said.

"Reflexively lie down," Xiaoxiu said to Zhuang Jihua after pushing out the air in the needle, "Hurry up." ”

"You can be light, that cow has offended you, don't be angry with me." Zhuang Jihua jokingly said that now he is not worried at all, since Xu Xiangqian and Du Yuming are here, then the Kuomintang and the Communist Party will not treat him badly, just stay in the hospital to watch the excitement, away from this dangerous time.

"I don't think so, the garrison headquarters doesn't dare to take care of them, and the power of this workers' picket is too great," Wu Ziniu said: "Division commander, didn't you say that the labor and peasant movements should be controlled?" This garrison command can't control it, how can it be controlled. ”

"Control? Why control? Xiaoxiu slowly pushed the needle for Zhuang Jihua, and suddenly heard Wu Ziniu's words, and was a little incomprehensible.

"Alas, you still don't understand this, the labor movement in Wuhan must be out of control, this is a very dangerous sign." Zhuang Jihua reclined on the bed, his brows furrowed slightly: "Xiaoxiu's technique is good, not like a cuckoo, fast is fast, but it hurts a lot." ”

"I can't bear this pain, so why not go to the battlefield?" Xiaoxiu said "disdainfully": "I think you must be a death-fearing ghost on the battlefield, I really don't know how you became a hero, okay, put it on." ”

"You are wrong, the division commander is not afraid of death, I followed him when he was the company commander, and I fought many times with bayonets." Wu Ziniu defended Zhuang Jihua.

"There is a soldier in room 107, the wound was scary when I first came, but people didn't say a word, how can it be like you, it hurts a little and screams."

"He is brave bones, and I am brave." Wu Ziniu helped Zhuang Jihua pull up his pants, but Zhuang Jihua's mouth continued to be oily: "The historical records say that Jing Ke is a brave person, and Qin Wuyang is a brave person, this is our difference." ”

"Just blow it." Xiaoxiu obviously knows Zhuang Jihua better.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with letting the workers take care of themselves, as long as the people don't object." Song Yunfei was somewhat unimpressed by the out-of-control labor movement.

"You keep saying out of control, out of control? What does this mean? Xiaoxiu asked after packing up her things.

Zhuang Jihua looked at Song Yunfei and Xiaoxiu, and thought for a while before saying: "Yunfei, you must remember that the political axe will never hand over the power to manage society, no matter who is in power, this power cannot be handed over, and he dare not hand it over, and there is no need for the political axe to exist." In Soviet Russia, for example, before the October Revolution, the Bolsheviks organized workers' strikes and marches, but after they seized power, they enacted laws prohibiting strikes, prohibiting unauthorized demonstrations and gatherings, and taking all the power to manage society under the political axe, so that the workers were in charge of themselves was only a dream, an impossible dream. As for the loss of control, Xiaoxiu, out of control is that the political axe has lost the power to control society, such as the workers' pickets, the sign of the loss of control is that all laws have been broken and the duties of the political axe have been replaced, in such a situation, will the political axe agree? The answer is no, now the political axe may be restrained, maybe it has not completely exceeded their bottom line, once this bottom line is crossed, the backlash will be very severe. Xiaoxiu, it's okay to join a trade union, but it's best not to be too active. ”

However, Xiaoxiu obviously didn't listen to Zhuang Jihua's last advice, she seemed very confident: "Look at you, I think you are... That.....," she said thoughtfully, and at last smiled happily: "The weakness of the petty bourgeoisie, frightened by the storm of revolution. I said you're a coward, and you still don't admit it. ”

"Haha," Zhuang Jihua laughed: "The weakness of the petty bourgeoisie, a new term you learned from there." ”

"Said the union leader." Xiaoxiu was a little proud: "They said it well, I was full of energy after listening to it, you should also listen to it and change that weak problem." ”

Not only Zhuang Jihua but also Song Yunfei and Wu Ziniu laughed at this time, Xiaoxiu of course understood what they were laughing at, not only was she ashamed and anxious: "You are not good people, you are weak, you should all listen to it, especially you, the next time you get an injection, push it to the end, and it will kill you." ”

Zhuang Jihua and Wu Ziniu laughed even more happily, and Song Yunfei saw that Xiaoxiu was a little anxious and hurriedly played a round. The ward was bustling, the door was pushed open a crack, and a head was stuck in from the outside, and after seeing Zhuang Jihua sitting on the bed, he broke in.

"Cultural Revolution!" The man shouted behind him, "Here, here." ”

Zhuang Jihua recognized the person: "Hong Junqi! ”

As soon as the words fell, a few more people came in behind: "Cultural Revolution, I finally found you." ”

"Guangting, Liu Renhan,...。" There are also two Zhuang Jihua who can't be named: "Du Guangting, why did you kid come." I miss you. ”

Zhuang Jihua made no secret of his special relationship with Du Yuming, and Hong Junqi and others didn't care, they knew that Du Yuming had fought with Zhuang Jihua in Zhangshu, and they had this affection, coupled with Zhuang Jihua's reputation for protecting his shortcomings, he was naturally different from them.

Du Yuming smiled: "It's only been two days since I arrived in Wuhan, and I only heard from Xiang Qian yesterday that you are here, so I will hurry up to see you today." ”

"Hello Chief Du." Wu Ziniu also stepped forward to salute Du Yuming.

"You're Wu Ziniu." Du Yuming obviously didn't forget the Seventh Company, and quickly recognized him: "Don't call him a commander anymore, you are a lieutenant, and I am also a lieutenant." ”

"Which Nacheng, once you are a commander, you will be a commander for life, this is the rule of the army." Wu Ziniu said with a smile.

"Guangting, you're welcome, they are all comrades-in-arms of the Seventh Company, and they all sat down and talked about it." Zhuang Jihua greeted, Zhuang Jihua felt much more relaxed about these Kuomintang, and spoke more casually: "Xiaoxiu, help bring a few stools." ”

Xiaoxiu said yes and went out, and when everyone saw her outfit, they knew that she was the nurse who took care of Zhuang Jihua, and they didn't dare to slack off, so they went with one person.

"This is Song Yunfei, my adjutant." Zhuang Jihua introduced to them that except for Hong Junqi, including Du Yuming, they all stood up and saluted Song Yunfei, Song Yunfei was a little at a loss for a while, and hurriedly returned the salute. Only then did Zhuang Jihua discover that Song Yunfei's rank of major was actually the highest in this area except for Hong Junqi.

"Come on, don't salute, put all this down, you're here to see me, not to see the official." Zhuang Jihua said with a smile: "Yunfei, don't enjoy it there, pour tea, pour tea, the best plum blossom tea." ”

"Cultural Revolution, if you are still like this, you will be happy to die with one mouth." In the midst of everyone's laughter, Du Yuming said: "This superb plum blossom tea, which of you has heard of it?" ”

Hong Junqi shook his head and said, "It is estimated that it is a private collection of the dealer and is not passed on." ”

"So you have oral it, but it's not a private collection, it's original, put a few plum blossoms in the tea, and it has a different taste." Zhuang Jihua is fine these days, trying his best to think about some strange things, this plum blossom tea is a big achievement.

After joking for a while, Zhuang Jihua asked about their current situation, and the expressions of these people began to become unnatural.

(To be continued)