Reborn in the red age

The next day, Li Qingfeng asked Hu Jiabao to take Cai Genhua to the school affiliated hospital for a comprehensive physical examination.

Fortunately, Cai Genhua was in good health and had not contracted any infectious diseases such as hepatitis B, so Li Qingfeng could safely leave the two children to Cai Genhua.

After twenty days of observation, Hu Jiabao was very satisfied with Cai Genhua, who was a simple and good girl.

The two children also like Aunt Xiao Cai very much. Every day when they wake up, they ask Aunt Xiao Cai to play with them.

Before the Chinese New Year, Hu Jiabao and Li Qingfeng discussed keeping Cai Genhua at home to work.

Li Qingfeng had no objection to this, saying that Hu Jiabao was in charge of family affairs, and she could keep the person as long as she was satisfied.

On the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, the day he returned home, Hu Jiabao formally signed an employment contract with Cai Genhua. Since pension insurance could only be paid for workers in state-owned enterprises at that time, Hu Jiabao increased the agreed salary of 60 yuan by an additional 10% as compensation.

Hu Jiabao's action moved Miss Cai so much that she burst into tears. She kept expressing her gratitude to Hu Jiabao and patted her chest to promise that she would take good care of the two children.

The Spring Festival in 1989 was much quieter than the previous year. After all, ordinary people had no money in their pockets and could not have a good year, and the market was in a state of decline.

After spending the Lantern Festival at home, a family of four boarded a train heading north.

Compared with previous years, this year's train gave Li Qingfeng a different feeling.

In previous years, there were indeed a lot of people, but most of them were well-dressed, and many were vendors doing small businesses. However, this year, a large group of migrant workers appeared on the train.

Every time the train stopped at the platform, Li Qingfeng would see groups of young men boarding the train, carrying bedding rolls and holding pots and pans, which made a constant clanking sound.

In 1984, the country's harsh urban-rural isolation system began to loosen, and the phenomenon of migrant workers moving to cities began.

It was not until this year that the first large-scale, explosive influx of migrant workers into cities occurred. Just after the Spring Festival, within just a few dozen days, millions of migrant workers set out from various inland provinces and flocked to the Special Administrative Region, the Northeast and other regions to make a living.

Therefore, it was later called the first year of the Spring Festival migrant worker rush.

After asking Hu Jiabao to look after the child in the sleeper berth, Li Qingfeng walked out of the sleeper car and headed towards the hard seat.

At this time, the hard seat carriages were filled with workers, either standing or sitting, making the entire train packed. The hard seat carriages were completely turned into stuffy carriages, and the air inside was very turbid.

Without going deep into the carriage, Li Qingfeng stood at the connection between the carriages and randomly found a migrant worker sitting on the ground. He smiled and handed him a cigarette: "Comrade, where are you going to work?"

"The capital, I heard there are a lot of construction sites over there, so my fellow villagers and I are going to try our luck." The man sitting on the ground took a look at Li Qingfeng's clothes and took the cigarette handed to him by Li Qingfeng with some restraint.

Looking at the men leaning against each other, Qingfeng Li continued to pass out cigarettes with a smile.

After finishing a pack of cigarettes, Li Qingfeng continued to ask, "Try your luck? Is this your first year working outside?"

"That's not the case. I started working last year in the Special Administrative Region. I worked there for a year."

"Then why don't you continue to the Special Zone?"

When people mentioned this, some looked sad, while others looked angry.

Just when Li Qingfeng was curious about what happened, the man on the ground sighed deeply: "Oh, don't mention it. Last year, I was cheated at a construction site in the south. I worked so hard for a year and didn't make much money. I went home dejected. I don't want to go this year. I want to go to the capital to try my luck. After all, the people there are under the feet of the emperor. They shouldn't be that bad."

Looking at the dark-faced man who was in his thirties and the backbone of a family, but had a sad face, Qingfeng Li fell silent.

It goes without saying that this is because the construction site contractor ran away and he didn't get his salary. He was disappointed with the Special Administrative Region and wanted to go to work at a construction site in Beijing.

After a moment of silence, Li Qingfeng asked, "Does it happen often that workers don't get paid at the construction site?"

"It was fine in the first half of last year, as wages were paid on time. But things got worse in the second half. The construction site kept dragging its feet, saying they would pay us after the work was completed. Once the work was completed, the contractor started to act like a rogue, saying we had already been paid every month."

"How could he not know whether he had been paid or not? We, the workers at the same construction site, gathered together to ask for our wages. Not only did they let the thugs beat us, they also arrested our leader and put him in a fence."

As he spoke, tears flashed in the black-faced man's eyes and his voice became sobbing.

The men nearby unconsciously clenched their hands into fists, with veins showing on the back of their hands.

In the noisy carriage, the atmosphere in this small section was a bit depressing.

Li Qingfeng had been listening silently without interrupting the other party's narration. Seeing that the other party was about to cry, Li Qingfeng silently took out toilet paper from his trouser pocket and handed it to him.

Li Qingfeng had some understanding of what the black-faced man said. It was actually a problem left over from last year's rush to buy.

……

After chatting briefly for a while, Li Qingfeng, who was still passionate and powerless to change, chose to leave after leaving two packs of cigarettes.

Sitting back in the sleeper, Qingfeng Li sighed deeply.

Migrant workers are having a hard time this year.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you sighing after coming back from a trip?"

Li Hongmei, who was traveling to Sijiu City with Li Qingfeng's family, couldn't help but ask curiously when she saw Li Qingfeng sighing.

Li Qingfeng waved his hands, laughed it off and fooled the person away.

Li Hongmei did not continue to ask about her third brother's strange behavior, but continued to eat melon seeds and chat with her third sister-in-law Hu Jiabao.

Not long after I returned to school and started classes, a piece of news came that the female students burst into tears and sobbed while reciting Haizi's poems aloud in the classroom.

"Be a happy man from tomorrow on,
Feed horses, chop wood, travel the world.

From tomorrow, take care of food and vegetables,

I have a house facing the sea, with flowers blooming in spring."

Li Qingfeng came to the classroom, listened to the voices coming from inside, couldn't help shaking his head, raised his hand to check the time on his watch, and didn't go in to disturb them. After class, Hu Jiabao, who had completely gotten rid of housework after having Cai Genhua, was reading a collection of poems.

Li Qingfeng stepped forward, took a look, and curled his lips: "You are a medical student, can you understand it?"

"You are looking down on me. How can I, a medical student, not understand modern poetry? At least I am better than you who works in computer science," Hu Jiabao retorted dissatisfiedly.

Li Qingfeng shrugged his shoulders and did not answer. He played house with his eldest daughter who wanted to be a doctor. He lay on the ground pretending to be a patient and let Chuyi "cut open" him with a wooden scalpel.

"Oh no, the patient is not breathing and is about to die"

"Doctor Chuyi, is there any hope for me? You must save me."

"Don't worry, patient. I will dig out your heart right now and do cardiopulmonary resuscitation on you," Chu Yi, who was wearing a white mask and a white coat, said to Li Qingfeng who was lying on the ground with a serious face.

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Li Qingfeng didn't know how to respond for a moment. If he dug out the heart and performed CPR, could the man still survive?

Hu Jiabao, who was reading a collection of poems, couldn't bear to read it anymore because it involved his own professional issues. He put the book down and shouted at Chu Yi, who was using a 'scalpel' to cut out Li Qingfeng's heart, "Who told you to do CPR by digging out the heart?"

"Shut up, you are just a student and have no right to question Dr. Chuyi's medical skills," said Chuyi, who was performing the operation seriously, without turning his head.

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Qingfeng Li shrank his neck, thinking that his torture should be over soon.

As expected, Qingfeng Li felt his stomach lighten, and then Chuyi's wailing could be heard in the room.

"Woo woo woo, Mom, don't spank me, I don't dare to do it anymore"

……

"Hey, do you think your junior committed suicide because of his ex-girlfriend? I read in a magazine that it sounded very detailed." During a casual chat before going to bed at night, Hu Jiabao curiously started a discussion with Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng was not an artistic youth, so he was not in the mood to pay attention to these things. He shrugged and said indifferently: "How would I know? Most people can't figure out what that person is thinking."

“Oh, what a pity!”

This matter did not receive people's sustained attention, and soon a new round of hot topics emerged, firmly occupying the top spot on the social discussion list.

A nationwide rectification campaign targeting private enterprises has been launched.

"Wow, what do you think I should do?"

Early in the morning, Ma Wenhui, pregnant with a big belly, appeared on the sofa in Li's house, tears streaming down her face, and the handkerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water was wet.

Hu Jiabao kept comforting Ma Wenhui and looked at Li Qingfeng, waiting for him to make a decision.

Li Qingfeng frowned and thought for a long time, then slowly shook his head and said angrily: "Zhang Yapeng's case is not easy to deal with. Tax evasion is now a serious crime. After all, Zhang Yapeng is a college student. Why doesn't he handle taxes well when he starts a business?"

"It's our first time doing business, so we don't know how to pay taxes. We paid the taxes just as we were told, but we still missed some," Ma Wenhui cried and complained for her husband.

"Yes, Qingfeng, tax issues are being strictly investigated across the country. Many local tax departments are made-up teams. They themselves don't know how to pay taxes, so it's normal for them to miss some taxes."

"Let's not focus on the tax now, but find a way to get the people out of here. Yapeng is a weak scholar in Balizi and his body can't handle it."

Seeing that Ma Wenhui was about to start crying again, Hu Jiabao was worried that something might be wrong with the baby in her belly, so he hurried to help speak up.

Ma Wenhui was an elderly pregnant woman, and Li Qingfeng was worried that it might affect the baby in her belly. He comforted her with a few simple words, picked up the phone on the table and dialed a few numbers.

After the call ended, Qingfeng Li stood up from the sofa and paced back and forth in the living room.

After a long while, he stopped and pondered for a while, then said to Ma Wenhui: "I don't have any acquaintances in Harbin, so I can't let him go. If I want to get Zhang Yapeng out, there is only one solution."

"What can we do? As long as we can get Yapeng out, anything is fine," Ma Wenhui stopped sobbing and said quickly.

"Donate the small factory in Harbin"

“Who are you donating to?”

“Donate to whoever can release the person”

Ma Wenhui agreed without hesitation and asked her classmates in Harbin to help find out.

After receiving a reply from her classmate, Ma Wenhui, despite being pregnant, took an overnight train back to Harbin to deal with the donation of the factory.

During the days when Ma Wenhui was away, Hu Jiabao had been very worried about the situation of Ma Wenhui and her husband, but he did not dare to call them frequently. He could only harass Li Qingfeng constantly, urging Li Qingfeng to help find connections in the city.

A week later, Qingfeng Li met Zhang Yapeng again at his home in Sijiucheng.

When we met again, Zhang Yapeng no longer had the high spirits he had when we first met. His face was untidy, his hair was messy, and he looked very depressed.

After meeting Qingfeng Li, Zhang Yapeng bowed deeply to him and said, "Teacher Li, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I might have spent the next two years in seclusion."

"No need to thank me. The profitable factory was donated. I was worried that you would blame me." Li Qingfeng stepped forward, patted Zhang Yapeng on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

After her man was rescued, Ma Wenhui regained her former personality and said proudly: "How dare he? It's just a crappy factory. What they earn in a month is not as much as what my store earns in a week. If they don't want it, then they don't want it. It's nothing."

"Wenhui is right. Anyway, the factory has been closed and can't operate, so let's donate it. It's just right for me to give up everything in Harbin and follow Wenhui to live in Beijing," Zhang Yapeng said helplessly with a wry smile.

Seeing that Zhang Yapeng was not sincere in his words, Hu Jiabao comforted him: "Develop well in Sijiu City in the future. With the first experience, it will be much smoother to do business next time."

"It's okay even if you don't do business. Your wife is a wealthy woman. It's not bad to lie down and eat your wife's soft rice.
Hiss. Why are you pinching me?" (End of this chapter)