Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

The old Zhang family is going to build a villa, which has become the biggest news in the village.

His limelight immediately overshadowed the gray-grabbing guy named Liang.

The homestead is my own, and the surrounding vegetable plots are also my own. The space is spacious and I don’t ask anyone else.

Originally, according to Zhang Xuan's idea, the old house would not be demolished, but a new villa would be built in the vegetable field next to it.

This is convenient, hassle-free, hassle-free, and you still have a place to live.

But Ruan Xiuqin was unwilling to do so.

She invited a well-known earth immortal from all over the country.

The Earth Immortal took a compass and looked around, and finally said that the old house had a good layout.

The old fairy told everyone plausibly: "Your old house is in the great direction of the universe. It will start to change this year. It can be prosperous for two decades. Even the Feng Shui within a ten-mile radius cannot match this place..."

Come on, Lao Zhang and his family were very excited when they heard what Dixian said. Ruan Xiu also specially sealed a big red envelope worth 42 for someone and caught a big red rooster.

The location has been decided.

Then the construction team brought by Dukedong entered the scene.

First, they built a large shed with wood and a simple stove with mud bricks in the vegetable field next door. From then on, it became the temporary housing of the old Zhang family.

The vegetable fields are full of cabbages, and they are green and growing very well. When it was time to clear it away, Zhang Ping looked reluctant to bear it. She had planted it herself by hoeing the soil.

The wooden house was about to be demolished. Zhang Xuan had no nostalgia and just took down the pictures on the wall.

After staring at Zhou Huimin for a while, the old man said with emotion: "Daughter-in-law, please forgive me, we are going to build a wedding house."

After saying that, regardless of whether others agreed or not, he rolled up the pictorial and hid it in a wooden box.

When the villa was built, my uncle represented the old Zhang family and was the mainstay.

He is responsible for communicating with the construction team, responsible for buying steel bars, red bricks, cement and other building materials behind Duke Building, and also responsible for supervising the quality of the house.

Ouyang Yong's family of three also came to help.

Ouyang Zhu and his wife laughed as soon as they entered the venue and said, "My mother-in-law, we don't want wages, we just need to take care of the food."

Building a house requires a lot of wood and trees need to be cut down. Early in the morning, Ruan Xiuqin took Ouyang Yong's motorcycle to the forestry station to apply for a felling permit.

Zhang Xuan was embarrassed to do other things, but he was idle. So I wanted to help with the cooking and help.

But who knows, my aunt Zhang Ru, my eldest sister Zhang Ping, and even Ouyang Yong’s mother would all join in the fun and say:

"You cultural person, don't get your hands dirty. If you have nothing to do, go outside to relax, walk your dog, talk to the pretty girls in the village, and find inspiration for writing.

As long as you write one article, you can make up to the annual income of these dead workers. "

"..."

The old man saw that they had suffered so much in the summer and were covered in sweat. He wanted to help share the burden, but he couldn't get it.

And got scolded!

Just speechless!

Hey! My damn cultural status!

It’s so popular!

Since he had no share in the hard work, Zhang Xuan returned to the wooden shed and started writing articles.

It was still the same as before, first I continued to write "The Sound of the Wind", and from noon to afternoon and then to night, I wrote 5,300 words in one breath.

After I finished writing, I began to think about it over and over again, word by word, sentence by sentence, and then the first, second, and third editions appeared...

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This summer vacation, Zhang Xuan had a fulfilling life.

When I'm not writing during the day, I go to the construction site to take a look. Sometimes I will help.

Helped pick bricks, sand and gravel, helped mix cement and ash, and helped ram soil and ram the foundation.

He even followed Ouyang Zhu and his son to cut trees in the mountains.

Even though Ouyang Zhu is the village director, he is still in his 40s. A fir tree weighing more than 300 kilograms was easily carried from the deep mountain forest 4 miles away to the crossroads without stopping in the middle.

This made Zhang Xuan's eyes stunned!

Grandma is a bear!

He looked at the other people and then looked at the section of fir tree he was carrying weighing 120 kilograms. He had to rest twice in the middle of the 4-mile journey.

I had to rest twice for constipation!

The general carried six pieces of wood back and forth, and the skin on his shoulders was bruised.

It hurts so much, it hurts like a burning fire.

Looking at the red and swollen shoulders, Ruan Xiuqin felt very distressed. While rubbing safflower oil on him, she said, "Man Zai, go do some easy work at home instead of carrying trees."

Zhang Xuan smiled and shook his head: "Mom, do you think I don't want to do some easy work? It's just that everyone is doing their best to help, so why should I be lazy?"

That's what happened, but Ruan Xiuqin still felt distressed.

After applying some medicine, the old man put an extra piece of tattered clothes on his shoulders and set off with Ouyang Zhu and his son.

Just as I was carrying it, some villagers kept making fun of me: "Zhang Xuan, you just live in the city. You are not qualified to be a farmer. You don't have the capital."

He admitted this.

Damn it, being a farmer is really hard work.

…

In addition to doing hard work, Zhang Xuan spent most of his time wandering around the village pretending to be a cultural person.

Chat with those old people as planned in advance.

Especially chat with veterans who have retired from the war years and ask them about the past war years.

Among them, the person Zhang Xuan patronized the most was an old man named Huang Fugui. He was once a revolutionary who was active on the underground battlefield in Shanghai.

To show where your creative inspiration comes from.

Zhang Xuan brought some wine, bought some good food, and brought a dead dog to the house in three or two days.

As for Huang Fugui, although he received preferential treatment from the state, his children were more up-to-date and he lived a comfortable life.

But he was very willing to chat with Zhang Xuan, a college student in the village, willing to drink with him, and willing to tell stories about the war years while playing chess.

Of course, in addition to the creation of "Wind", Zhang Xuan has also contributed to other magazines and newspapers.

There is no way, who can Comrade Ruan Xiuqin like?

After all, every few days, the postman comes to deliver letters and remittance orders in front of so many people. He shouts "Zhang Xuan, your letter", which can show his presence and easily increase his reputation.

Following this, Ruan Xiuqin's vanity, which had been lonely for many years, was unprecedentedly satisfied. Now she smiles warmly and talks amiably to everyone.

It seems that this biological mother has become many years younger during the summer vacation, and she is also a bit more talkative.

…

Once again, I stayed up late and worked hard until after three o'clock in the morning, when the rooster began to crow for the second time.

Although I am young and strong, I still feel a little tired after working hard for several hours, and my eyelids are pounding.

After arranging the finished manuscript and putting it in the drawer, Zhang Xuan stretched, yawned, moved his aching right wrist, and got up to get ready for bed.

At this moment, the half-closed dog under his feet suddenly opened his eyes wide and climbed up, staring in the direction of the construction site and barking wildly.

Something's wrong!

Feeling strange, Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes, casually passed the flashlight and steel pipe on the table, kicked the dog, and rushed out.

Gouzi understands, this is a good opportunity to make a contribution! The four legs retracted and then ran, coming first, and rushed towards the dark figure under the pale moonlight.

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