"I'll talk to Pangui at night and see if Pangui wants to go to the aluminum factory."

Hearing Zhang Chunni say this, Gu Shinian also closed his mouth with interest and stopped mentioning the change of job.

He is not the original owner, he doesn't have much affection for Zhang Chunni in his heart, and he is at most responsible for Zhang Chunni and Gu Pangui.

suggested that Zhang Chunni be transferred to work in the aluminum factory, but she just felt that she was getting older, and wanted her to change to a light job, not like the male workers in the factory, who stayed in the workshop all day long.

In addition, when she went to Fenyang, Zhang Chunni could still be neighbors with Yun Shuilian, and she could take care of each other, and she could solve Gu Pangui's work problem as soon as possible, Gu Shinian really couldn't understand why Zhang Chunni would refuse his proposal.

However, when the original owner was still there, the mother-son relationship with Zhang Chunni was not close enough, and now that the core has been replaced by Gu Shinian, he will not dictate Zhang Chunni's life.

Zhang Chunni is reluctant to change jobs, Gu Shinian will not be disappointed, and she will not force it.

When Gu Pangui came back from the street, the family finished dinner quietly, and Gu Shinian didn't ask Gu Pangui about finding a job, so he went back to the room early with a bag of noodles to rest.

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"Bell Bell Bell ......"

The old village held a dry tobacco bag in his mouth and rang a gong along the field to inform the villagers that they could get off work and eat.

Old Man Yun put down the shriveled wheat stalks, which were only one foot high, and supported his waist with one hand, and supported him with a sickle with the other.

Seeing the team members who had been grinding all morning around him jumped on the ridge and ran to the ground, the old man shook his head secretly, kicked the wheat thrown by the team members together, and then helped the sore old waist to the ridge.

The old village chief stood on the ground with a broken gong and shouted to the villagers who were in a hurry to go home, "Team members, the silkworms are old for a while, and the wheat is ripe for a while, so we want to take the grain from the tiger's mouth." The big guy went back to work as soon as he went back to work, and he had to deduct centimeters if he was late. ”

"Village chief, this year's wheat is not as tall as the garlic seedlings, and it looks like the harvest is gone, what can we do when we cut it back? It's not in vain! ”

In the crowd, some villagers replied in a dumb voice, and someone immediately chimed in:

"That's right, village chief, the ears of wheat in our village are not a finger long, and the wheat particles are all bran, so how many catties of grain can we collect? It's not enough for the big guy to harvest the oil and water in the stomach in the summer. ”

"Village chief, we have suffered a disaster here this year, so we should allocate relief food from above, right? If there is no relief food, all the people in our village will starve to death. ”

"I heard that the crops in the fields of Caogongzhuang Commune are all dry, and we are busy with the summer harvest here, and the people of a dozen or so villages below Caogongzhuang are resting at home every day at noon, and they don't even go to the fields, and the people of the first commune are waiting for relief grain from above."

The old village chief was so worried that his brows were knotted, but he still had to shout slogans and mobilize the villagers to actively grab the harvest:

"This year, the whole Fenyang area has suffered from drought, and the grain harvest has been extinct in a large area, and people in one area are waiting for relief grain.

Comrades, our Xinglin Village is in arrears, not in vain. The more times like these, the less we can burden the government, let alone rely on the government for everything.

We have to save ourselves, and by putting every grain in the field into the warehouse, we are contributing to the country and the people! ”

The old village chief told everyone that there were disasters everywhere outside, and the government was under great pressure, so don't count on all the relief grain, and the people in the village must make plans in advance.

The villagers with active brains suddenly began to talk, but their voices were unexpectedly quieter, and their steps were a little faster.

"Brother Yun, wait a minute, I'll tell you something." The old village chief carried the broken gong and shouted at the old man who walked behind the people.

The old man slowed down, licked his chapped lips, and asked in a low voice, "Village Chief, what's the matter?" ”

The old woman should have cooked mung bean soup today, hurry up and finish speaking, he still has to go back to drink mung bean soup.

The village chief looked at the wheat under his feet, which was less than half the height of previous years, and his brows tightened together, "The situation in the village this year is not old, we have to plan early, or it will be difficult for half a year." ”

The old man also sighed, "Brother, this year's harvest in the field is not enough to pay the public grain, and I estimate that our village will not survive the second half of the year." ”

Without waiting for the old village to speak, the old man sighed and said, "Fortunately, we are close to the river, we can carry water to water the ground, so we can fool around and harvest some crops...... Alas, this year's scene is difficult again. ”

When the village chief heard this, his brows tightened.

Thinking of the predicament in the village, the old man was so worried that he just wanted to light a dry tobacco bag to take a sip, but he was afraid that the flames would run into the ground and burn the wheat that had been underharvested, so he had to stuff the dry tobacco bag into his mouth and smoke a few empty cigarettes.

The old man had cut the wheat all morning, and his throat and eyes were so dry that he saw that the village chief did not open his mouth and did not speak.

When the two of them walked to the village gate, the village chief finally put down the dry tobacco bag and asked angrily, "Brother Yun, has Erchuan been free to come back recently?" ”

The old man shook his head, "I guess I don't have time to come back, the aluminum factory has just started, there is a lot of work, and Erchuan is so busy that he doesn't even have Sunday." ”

The village chief was silent for a moment, and then spoke with difficulty again, "That's ...... Did Erchuan ask if the aluminum factory would recruit temporary workers? This year's situation is sad, if the strong young men in our village can go to work in the aluminum factory, they will have something to eat, and they will not starve to death in the village...... Maybe you can also supplement your family's food rations. ”

"Difficult." The old man sighed, "As soon as Erchuan entered the factory, he asked, the aluminum factory is recruiting temporary workers, but people are given priority to hukou in the city, literacy is preferred, and there are only a few literate people in our village?" ”

When the village chief heard this, his hand holding the dry tobacco bag shook, and even his back, which was not straight, was bent a little.

The old man rubbed his dusty face and comforted the village chief, "Brother, you just like to carry everything to yourself, there are 2,000 people in this village, and each person can drink dry your snow in one mouthful, how can you carry it alone?"

Let's talk about the recruitment of workers in the aluminum factory, don't say that people don't recruit workers in our village, but there are recruitment quotas, who do you let go and who you don't let go?

Recruitment is a good thing, but if you don't do it well, it will become a matter of offending people, what will you do as the village chief when the time comes? ”

The village chief wiped the corners of his slightly hot and humid eyes, raised his hand and patted the old man's shoulder, and was about to speak, when a clear voice came from behind him:

"Grandpa Yun, the old village chief, I see that there is no one in the field, will our village get off work?"