Fengcheng old events

Chapter 368

92 has just passed, and it seems that many things have happened, and it seems to be quite peaceful.

In the spring of 93, Zhang Xingjun was assigned to the new cold-rolling plant of Benxi Iron and Steel Co., Ltd., which was considered a fairly good unit. The welfare benefits were higher than other factories and mines, and a full set of German technology was imported.

Cold rolled in the city, on the other side of Fujingou, Zhang Xingjun started commuting.

This is the life he has been looking forward to since he was a child, taking the big train every day without spending money on tickets.

Cold rolling has not yet started production, and the workers are all studying and training, Changbai shift.

Zhang Xingbing is graduating again.

For his second graduation, Zhang Qingzhi and Liu Guixin both attached great importance to it, and invited their uncle Cong Shufa to serve as a staff member.Among the relatives and friends in the family, the education level of the uncle and aunt is higher.

My uncle has already left the mineral processing technical school this year, or the mineral processing plant, and has been admitted to the district procuratorate to become a prosecutor.

At this moment, the government and enterprises have not yet separated, and the cadres of state-owned enterprises and municipal cadres enjoy the same level and treatment as state cadres, and they can be transferred to each other.The director of the mineral processing plant is at the director level, on the same level as the district chief and senior officials of Nanfen District.

Although Nanfen is relatively remote and closed, there are quite a few department-level cadres at all, such as the principals of middle schools, high school principals, factory directors, secretaries and union chairmen of several major factories and mines, and a small number of leaders of secondary factories.

The technical school is a school affiliated to the factory, and its level is a regular department.

My uncle is a deputy department in the factory, and there is no problem in being a prosecutor at a higher level. After some hard work, he finally got his wish.

People who work in the procuratorate can not be called prosecutors, just like the courts, there are only a dozen people who can be called judges.

After some consideration and research, my uncle suggested that Zhang Xingbing take the Tieling Medical School: the District Health Bureau has a number of training places.

So happy decision.

……

In early June, Zhang Wanzhi passed away.

There was no special reaction, and he just fell asleep quietly.

It was Zhang Jingyi who woke up in the morning and yelled a few times before he realized that he had left.It scared Zhang Jingyi enough.

Zhang Xinglong happened to be off the night shift that day, and when he returned home, the old man had already been carried to the barn, and the coffin had already been set up.

Zhang Qingzhi changed Zhang Wanzhi's shroud.In fact, Zhang Qingzhi and Liu Guixin already had this premonition during the Chinese New Year, and things like the shroud had already been prepared in advance.

The old man's life was a bit bumpy. When he was born, the great powers invaded the Qing Dynasty, and the country began to be turbulent. He lost his parents when he was very young. He grew up with his elder brother and survived the wind and rain until the founding of New China.

From childhood to adulthood, he and his elder brother depended on each other for life, and he did not marry a daughter-in-law until he was fifty.

She has no children and no daughters all her life, and helped Zhang Jingyi raise Liu Guixin as her own. When he drove out of the house, he didn't even curse back.

A kind-hearted and good man who has been submissive, worked diligently and worked hard all his life, that is to say, he has enjoyed a few years of happiness with Liu Guixin when he is old.

Liu Guixin was a little sad, and cried for a long time, constantly chatting with Zhang Qingzhi about some childhood memories.

The concentrator trade union sent people and cars over.

Workers’ family members will enjoy this treatment when they die, and they will also be given a funeral fee on the condition that they be cremated.Right now, burials here are very strict.

Zhang Xinglong, Zhang Xingjun and Zhang Qingzhi drove Zhang Wanzhi to the cremation ground together.

The car was the Great Liberation. The old man was covered with a bed sheet and put it in the car. The three of Zhang Qingzhi stood in front of the car and drove to Wolong Qingshaling.

No one cried, it wasn't that they didn't have feelings, one was that they had been prepared in their hearts, and the other was that the old man had really reached his age, and he walked away peacefully, without illness or disaster, it was considered a happy funeral.

Zhao Shuang and her mother called a trolley from the mine, and went to the crematorium to see the old man for the last time, as a courtesy.

Liu Zhaofeng also came, and Zhang Xinglong didn't know when the family notified his uncle, anyway, except for Erhong who was going to school, everyone came here.

Liu Zhaofeng paid for the urn.

There was no farewell ceremony, and they lined up directly to enter the refining furnace, and then put them into the urn and held them out.

The old man's grave has been selected long ago, and it is next to Zhang Wanli's grave in Zhangjiabao.

The old man had said earlier that when he died, he would be buried here and be with his brother.This is the only blood relative in his life.

When the car arrived at Zhangjiabao, the grave had already been dug: the villagers in the fort rushed over to help, and it was a farewell. Everyone has lived in a fort for decades, and it is indispensable to meet each other. .

Neither Liu Guixin nor Zhang Jingyi came, and Zhang Qingzhi didn't call them over, fearing that something might happen to his heart.It is also too far away.

The old man buried himself in the ground, built a brand new grave, and even repaired Zhang Wanli's grave, burned the paper money and kowtowed, and it was over.

An old man walked through his life silently.

Zhang Xinglong deliberately ran to the original place of his grandma's house to have a look.

There is nothing left, no trace left, it has become a path and a vegetable field.

Only those who have lived here know that the path passes through the original old courtyard.

The old walnut tree is still there, as are the big hawthorn tree and the big bluestone under the tree, but things are different, and it can only touch and make the bottom of my heart sour.

……

After finishing the work, Liu Zhaofeng smiled and invited Zhang Qingzhi and his father to sit at his home in Pianling, but Zhang Qingzhi declined.

They didn't go back to the fort, and took Zhang Xinglong and Zhang Xingjun directly to the Xishanling Pass again, and returned to Nanfen by train from Songshutai.

This road, from now on, may never have the chance to go again.

From the beginning of climbing the mountain, the three of them didn't speak to each other. They were each thinking about their own thoughts and feelings.The road is still the winding mountain road, and the people are no longer what they used to be.

……

Zhang Wanzhi's death did not cause any changes in the family.

Only Zhang Jingyi seemed more willing to be in a daze than before, occasionally saying something, and then suddenly stopped.The person who wanted to talk was gone.

Husband, wife, always with each other, although it is so peaceful to live every day, but there is, and there is no, it is completely different.

……

At the end of June, Zhang Xingjun and his fellow workers were sent to Wuhan to study at WISCO.Hundreds of people went to Hubei with small luggage and trains, just like when they were recruited.

Zhang Xingbing participated in the medical school admissions examination.

Zhang Xinglong went to and from get off work every day, went to help restaurants, occasionally went shopping with Wang Yugang, invited someone to play mahjong, and returned to Guobao's house less and less, feeling like he was staying in Zhao's house.

(End of this chapter)