Fengcheng old events

Chapter 283 Teacher, Stand Up In Front
In winter, changing the gas tank became the most troublesome thing for Zhang Xinglong.

It is too heavy to carry, and I have to fall a few times every time I change the can.Fortunately, it only needs to be replaced once in the past two months.

The temperature is low in winter, and the windows of Zhang Xinglong’s kitchen are always open, so there are more residues in the tank. I don’t know where Zhang Qingzhi learned it. When the fire is not strong, he puts a basin under the gas tank to heat it The water is hot, and it can be used for several days.

At this time, honeycomb stoves were used to burn gas, which was the later popular high-end stoves: energy-concentrating stoves.Everyone uses it, and they don't think it's that good.

Later, all kinds of stoves appeared, and everyone thought they were good-looking and high-end, so they replaced the old stoves one after another. Unexpectedly, this stove became popular again in the end, and it was so expensive.

"Ermin, go and change the can, it won't come out hot, the fire is always flickering and flickering."

"Does it have to be today?"

"Then what you said, can you stop cooking? Can you be hungry if you don't eat?"

Zhang Xinglong didn't say anything, he lowered his head to strip off the rice in his rice bowl, and got up to remove the pressure reducing valve.

The car had not been ridden for several days, and it was kept in the warehouse by Zhang Qingzhi.He took the keys to push the car out to wipe the dust, and tied the gas tank with pimps.

Liu Guixin and Zhang Qingzhi scrambled out of the stall, while Zhang Xingbing went to school with his classmates.

Zhang Xinglong pushed the car out of the building and came to the side of the main road, then rode on it and wobbled towards the factory.

The people I met along the way were all wrapped up like rice dumplings, with only my eyes exposed, and the little north wind slashed everywhere along the river like a knife, making a sharp sound.

The coarse crushing side has been built and put into production. The upstairs is where Wang Zhihui graduated from the technical school. The train pulling the ore rumbled down from the open air, unloading the ore into the mine pit, making a sound like an earthquake.

From now on, there will be one more type of work, picking ore.The train pulls the ore down from the top, and some of them will always fall on the side of the railway, and need to be manually picked up and sent to the coarse crushing side.

There used to be a row of red brick houses on the side of the bridge for unknown purpose. The red brick walls stretched from the bridge to the intersection of the dormitory. It used to be the popsicle factory of the mineral processing plant in the middle, but now it has turned yellow and quit.

A private restaurant was opened in the yard closest to the bridge head, with a guise hanging on the door shaking in the north wind.

After entering the gate of the factory, and passing under the beltway for transporting ore to the second election, the hillside on the left side is full of coke and lump coal piled up like a mountain.This is the coal yard of the factory.

Coal and coke are piled there in the open air, and the workshops need to use their own trucks to tow them.Employees' families can drag them by themselves if they need them.

This kind of coke is the kind used to make steel. The workers call it steel coke. It is very resistant to burning, and the furnace temperature is also high. Adding a chamber can burn for a day, and the fire is still strong. People who open small restaurants try their best to come to the factory. neighborhood.

When we got to the third factory, after passing the forging, the road turned a sharp curve and began to climb uphill.

Zhang Xinglong bowed his body and grabbed the handlebar with both hands, and pushed up with the weight of his body. Finally, he pushed it to the cafeteria on a flat ground to breathe slowly. Next came a steeper and longer slope, where wrestling concentrated.Almost fell out of the shadows.

Zhang Xinglong thought for a while, but he still didn't dare to get on it. He pushed the cart past Xisha and around the Fifth Factory. Although he had to walk a bit longer, he could avoid this harmful slope.

This side is also a slope, but not as steep as the other.

It was already the third period when he finally got the can out, tumbled all the way home, and then returned to school.

I didn't dare to go directly into the classroom, so I stood in the corridor and thought about going to Teacher Gu's office.If you change the tank, you have to be late, and if you are late, you will be reprimanded. You will be ridiculed by your classmates and will be recorded in the small notebook by the teaching director.

He felt that Zhang Qingzhi and Liu Guixin should know this, but they still asked him to change the tank, feeling a little wronged.

But what he didn't know was that Zhang Qingzhi and Liu Guixin really didn't expect so much. They didn't regard him as a student when they went to technical school, and they thought they were already at work.I'm at work, what can I do later or earlier?
There is almost no daily communication between father and son, mother and child, and this is the root cause.

He and Zhang Xingjun are not like the third child, they can get bored with Liu Guixin for a long time if they have anything to do, they hug their necks to their cheeks and play coquettishly, they can ask and say anything.

Maybe because they were sent to the countryside to grow up, the two brothers are more self-reliant and sensible, but they are not so close to their parents.

"Teacher Gu."

Zhang Xinglong opened the door and looked, only Mr. Gu was in the office, he opened the door and walked in.

"Zhang Xinglong, why don't you go to class?"

"Hey, I went to change the tank at home. I just came here. I'll stay here for a while, and I'll go in the next class."

"Why are you always late? Everything in your family is pointed at you? Don't you have an older brother and younger brother?"

"My brother went to the army, and my younger brother couldn't work either." Mr. Gu lived in Building No. [-], next to Zhang Xinglong's, so he knew the basic situation.

"You're like this, can you keep up with the class? Don't fail in the exam, what should you do if you can't graduate?"

"I can keep up. Teacher, have you taken pictures during this time?"

"I took some snow scenes, but I didn't take them well." Mr. Gu scratched his head: "My camera is not good, so I just make it up and use it."

"Then what kind of camera would be good?"

"For scenes, you still need to use 120. It's full frame, so it's a joke to shoot."

"My brother-in-law has a Taihai Euro 4A, and they say they can shoot 120 volumes."

"That's easy to use." Teacher Gu nodded: "That's a good machine, quite expensive. How rich is your brother-in-law?" He smiled at Zhang Xinglong: "Ordinary people really can't afford it, and they can't bear it."

"My sister's family conditions are not bad, she runs a sewing shop."

"That's how I can make some money. No one cares about that business. It turns out that every family makes clothes, and there are a few who are willing to buy ready-made clothes." Teacher Gu stood up: "Go, go to that room, and help me develop some films. My eyesight is bad now, I'm getting old."

Zhang Xinglong and Mr. Gu came out to another room, which was actually a toilet and turned into a darkroom.People in the building have to go to the back of the teaching building to go to the toilet. The toilet in the building is not allowed to be used, because the smell is too strong.

"Mr. Gu, what did you do? You have always been a teacher?"

"No, it turned out that they were workers. They were transferred in the second year after the establishment of the technical school, and it has been more than ten years."

"So did we have trouble here before we defeated the stinky old nine?"

"No, this is a factory, the students are all children, whoever dares to jump home will be punished."

"My chemistry teacher in junior high school often told us what happened at that time in class. He said, in class, if a student was naughty and said a few words, the student would stand up. Teacher, you stand in front, and the students put the red book Take it out, and the criticism meeting will begin now."

Teacher Gu just laughed: "That's true. It was a mess at that time. Fortunately, there was no disturbance in the factory."

(End of this chapter)