Reborn to be rich

Chapter 69 The Power of Example

Before the new year in 1988, Zhang Guodong was very busy. Zhangjialing Village’s Qin Opera had become famous throughout Ganjing Township, and there were more and more people learning opera in the village, especially those who were taught by Gong Xiaoqing alone. In the past few days, people from many villages will go to Zhangjialing Village to watch the show, and Zhang Guodong's clothing business is booming all of a sudden.There are already some clothes sold out of size, but Zhang Guodong doesn’t plan to buy any more. There are still 4 days until New Year’s Eve, and people who should buy new clothes have already bought almost all of them.

On this day, Zhang Guodong returned home after witnessing the marriage of a couple in the fourth team, and saw half a deer without horns in his house. This thing is a second-class protected animal in later generations. People go hunting in the ditch in winter, and every household can get a lot of meat. This year, I don’t know who hunted such a big deer and sent it to Zhangjialing’s home.

"This is from your eighth uncle this morning. There are a lot of people buying meat in the village this year, so I left some more for the players." Zhang Chenglin couldn't help but feel happy when he saw his son brought back a lot of things. He didn't care about this. I am happy that my son was invited to the fourth team to recruit for marriage. Now the elder son's reputation in the village is not as good as that of an uncle.

"So much, and half an antler? Soak it in clear water and marinate it together!" Zhang Guodong remembered that when he was a child, he looked forward to the Chinese New Year just to have a meal. This venison was an unusual memory for him. They all take a shotgun and go to the mountains for several days. Deer are the best to hunt in winter. Every year when the meat distribution in the village is over, all the children can have a good meal, but he doesn’t remember when the meat distribution in the village was I was able to share half a deer, it must be because I am the captain of the team, and everyone gave me more to thank myself.

When it comes to stewed venison, Zhang Guodong thinks he is not as good as his father. His father soaked the stewed meat with scallion and ginger repeatedly, and then marinated it with white wine. The venison stewed in the pot has no fishy smell. All the stewed meat was chopped and cleaned, and then handed over to Dad!Seeing the way my father stewed venison for me, a series of childhood memories appeared in front of me.

In the afternoon, the entrance of the brigade in Zhangjialing Village was rare and clean. All the villagers over the age of 18 were sitting at the entrance of the brigade with stools. Many people from other villages and teachers from the drama school were watching from the sidelines, wondering what Zhangjialing Village was going to do today.

Zhang Guodong looked at all the villagers in Zhangjialing Village below. Compared with three months ago, Zhangjialing Village has many more unfamiliar faces. The original 288 people recorded have now become 302 people, and the 14 more people are from this year. Young people who are married to Zhangjialing Village or who have just turned 18.

"My fellow blind daters, respecting the old and caring for the young are the traditional virtues of the Chinese people. Our Zhangjialing Village wants every family to be well-off. Not only do we have more money in our pockets, but we also have to..." Zhang Chengzhi, Secretary of the Guodong Village Branch, presided over the event. , He came to power with a set of traditional theories, but the villagers did not have much impatience this time. Today is the day when Zhangjialing Village elects advanced members. A moral model and two labor models were awarded the Moral Model Award and the Collective Contribution Award, with a bonus of 1 yuan. This is not just a matter of money, but also the recognition of the whole village. Voted.

After Zhang Chengzhi finished speaking, Zhang Guodong came to the stage to explain the voting rules, and the other 8 members of the village committee distributed ballots to everyone. The audience became noisy for a while, and many villagers asked their neighbors to help them fill in their names because they could not read.

Zhang Guodong maintained an orderly vote several times before the vote ended. Everyone selected their own moral models and labor models, and several village committee members began to count votes in public.

"302 votes for moral models, 302 valid votes, 38 votes for Zhao Qiulan, 31 votes for Zhang Chengzhi, 30 votes for Zhang Erdan, 16 votes for Song Hehua..."

Zhang Xiaoliang counted the number of votes for moral models on the stage. Many people have different standards of moral models, and there are many people with one vote. When they heard that there were only one or two votes in the end, many people bowed their heads in shame. Obviously, they all voted for themselves, but Zhao Qiulan, who got the most votes, covered her mouth and couldn't help crying.

Zhao Qiulan is a member of the team. Her husband died more than ten years ago. She has four children and two sick parents-in-law. Many people in the village persuade her to remarry, saying that a woman cannot carry six oil bottles. But Zhao Qiulan has been like a day for more than ten years. After her husband passed away, few people in the village heard her talk anymore. Every day from morning to play without rest, the two old people in the family have not passed away until now, and several children were also sent by her Going to school, the family has sorghum rice and wild vegetables all year round. Now she is only in her 4s and looks like she is in her 6s. Everyone shed tears when they heard that Zhao Qiulan was a moral model.

Zhao Qiulan cried and was supported by two children to the front of the stage. Zhang Guodong handed over the completed certificate to the other party, and took out a red envelope with 200 yuan in it.

"Auntie, say something!" Zhang Jialing wiped his eyes and invited Zhao Qiulan to the center of the front desk.

Zhao Qiulan wiped her tears, looked at all the villagers in Zhangjialing in front of her, and said nothing for several times.

"I..., I... don't know what to say. My child's father died early. Many people in the village have helped me silently for so many years. Otherwise, our family would not be able to live to this day. I won't talk about the past. Now I just want my children to grow up quickly, and then let the grandparents of the children go to the world with peace of mind. I used to be afraid that I would live up to the entrustment of the children's father. I save a grain of food, and the children’s clothes are all unwanted by others. I take them home and sew them together to make them wearable... But now everything is fine, the village head leads us to earn money, as long as I work hard, my children can also Eat meat, I bought new clothes for the children this year!"

What Zhao Qiulan said was very happy, but everyone in the audience couldn't help but shed tears. It is not easy for a woman to carry a family for so many years, and all the hard times have passed.

Zhao Qiulan's speech became smoother and smoother, and in the end it basically turned into a compliment to Zhang Guodong. The villagers under the stage listened with gusto, and the neighbors and children watching also listened quietly.

After Zhao Qiulan finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoliang announced the results of the village contribution vote.

"Zhang Guodong 300 votes, Zhang Xiaoliang 104 votes, Zhang Chengdong 84 votes, Zhang Yansong 63 votes, Zhang Chenglin 62 votes..."

Everyone voted for the Zhangjialing Contribution Award. Zhang Guodong did not expect that he would get 300 votes, and his father also ranked No.5.

"Blind date everyone, as the captain of Zhangjialing Village, I am very happy to receive this honor, and I am also a little ashamed! The older generation has contributed more to our village than me, and I have only done what a captain should do. This year we The village has set up its own machinery association. Everyone can earn money as long as they work hard. Many people have added bicycles and tractors to their homes. I hope that next year our family can afford motorcycles. The future of Zhangjialing Village is in our In everyone's hands, only we can build a better village together, thank you!"

Zhang Guodong said a few words briefly, and the audience applauded. Everyone looked at Zhang Guodong eagerly. They believed that the young man in front of the stage would lead the whole village to live a better life, and everyone would become richer and richer. , everything in the village will become better and better because of him.

The moment Zhang Xiaoliang read his name, he was a little nervous and embarrassed at first, but when Zhang Guodong spoke, he felt a deep sense of responsibility and emotion.

Since Zhang Xiaoliang became a village committee member, he has been busier than the captains of the teams every day. He has run to Qingyun Temple and Baoyushu several times a week, carefully negotiated with the abbot of the temple to understand and learn, repaired the main hall and Buddha statues in time, and even made suggestions for the construction of the temple. Regarding the protection of Leopard Yushu, although special guards were hired, Zhang Xiaoliang was always the most diligent in running Leopard Yushu. His love for the village surpassed that of many elders.

In the construction of the self-music class in the village and the preparation and rehearsal of the gong and drum Yangko team, they are all at the forefront, and their energy is basically spent in the village brigade every day.

"I feel that I am worthy of this honor! My dad said that my physique is poor and I like to think about things that are useless. I like to steal, rape, play tricks and make a lot of mistakes. I don't want to spend my life just farming, at least farming There should be other things in life. Before Zhang Guodong became the team leader, I didn’t know what I wanted, but now I know.” Zhang Xiaoliang said on the stage, many people’s inner strings are more than why. After a while, no one thought about what else to eat besides being full. It’s not that no one thought about it, but they didn’t dare to think about it. After Zhang Guodong became the team leader, these things were broken. Now every family in Zhangjialing Village is not afraid of being hungry. They also bought bicycles and even tractors. Now they are not afraid to think, but hope that they can think more, keep up with everyone's thinking, and keep up with Zhang Guodong's thinking.

"Life is not just food and clothing. If people are satisfied with just eating and drinking, it is different from cattle and sheep. Each of us has a mind, so we must have a spiritual life. Leopard Yushu and Qingyun Temple are the spirits left by our ancestors Tradition and sustenance, singing opera and drums is also a kind of tradition and spiritual communication for us, if you can devote yourself to it, you will find that the meaning of life becomes fuller, and your life becomes more meaningful and colorful!"

Zhang Xiaoliang spoke very vividly. He graduated from high school with much higher knowledge than everyone in the village. When he finished his speech, everyone applauded. Wang Mancang and Zhang Feng came to the stage to present awards to them. As soon as he came to the stage to express his opinion and determination, the topic would often lead to Zhang Guodong, and everyone listened with gusto.

A commendation meeting turned into a swearing-in meeting, but everyone listened carefully. Zhang Guodong saw a firm force in everyone's eyes, and this force will lead Zhang Jialing to become stronger and stronger.

All the people watching from the side showed envious eyes, especially the teachers who did not go home in the back row. At this moment, they thought that they were also a member of Zhangjialing, even if there was no dividend or reward, they became a member of Zhangjialing Village They are all so happy.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, we dig out ashes from the kang and wash clothes, and on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, we steam buns and pork. On New Year’s Eve, all the houses in the village are cleaned up to welcome the arrival of the Spring Festival.

Zhang Guodong woke up this day, and just after breakfast, he heard the sound of gongs and drums in the brigade department. Teacher Gong Xiaoqing did not go to the brigade department to give lectures today. Clothes, ran out to play.

Dad took out the couplets and paper stickers that he had bought long ago, and Zhang Guodong's family posted them from outside the door to inside the house, and even pasted a few blessings on the excavator and loader.

After posting the couplets, it was noon, and it was time to go to the grave and burn paper.Rural cemeteries can only be burned by the men of the family. Starting from Zhang Guodong’s grandparents, all the deceased have to go to the graves to pay homage to the graves. Finally, Zhang Guodong lit candles in front of his grandparents’ graves and put their memorial tablets. Welcoming him back to his home.

Because Zhang Chenglin is the eldest son in the family, he should welcome the old parents back to his home. At night, when everyone pays New Year greetings to each other, the fifth uncle and all the uncles must offer incense to the grandparents.

The sound of gongs and drums in the village lasted until dark. Zhang Guodong’s family divided the peanuts, melon seeds, sugar and other things they bought for the New Year into several bowls. We can't afford melon seeds and peanuts. There is a custom in the village. Neighbors with good relations have to give something during the New Year. At around [-] o'clock in the evening, Uncle Wu came over with snacks, a bottle of wine and Wen Bin, and put a pillar on his grandparents. Xiang, my father gave Wen Bin one yuan as a new year's money.

"Sanbo, I'm so old and give back the New Year's money? Besides, you gave too little!" Wen Bin said, took the New Year's money and stuffed it into his pocket.

"If you are not 18 years old, you are considered a child. If Mi gets married next year, the third uncle will not give you the lucky money!"

One yuan for the New Year’s Eve is considered very high. Zhang Chenglin originally wanted to give it five yuan, but after thinking about it, it is just for auspiciousness.

Uncle Wu also took out four yuan to Zhang Guodong's four younger brothers and sisters. He is already 19 years old this year, and it would be inappropriate to be black.

Mother brought some prepared cold and hot dishes, Zhang Guodong had a drink with his father and fifth uncle, and everyone went to the grandpa's house to pay New Year's greetings in the evening, after drinking, the father took out the prepared gifts, and brought three The son walked to the grandfather's house together.

When we arrived at the grandpa’s house, the third grandpa and fourth grandpa had already arrived. There were more than ten cousins ​​of Zhang Guodong, plus nearly forty cousins, and many cousins ​​and nephews were just able to walk. , Everyone is called a lively scene.

(End of this chapter)