Rebirth: Starting From the Confession

Chapter 87: The Epitome of the Times

Yecheng is not a big city, its size and presence are not even as good as Jiangzhen.

After all, Jiang Zhen had been the provincial capital of Jiangsu Province before. Although it was very short-lived, he still had some popularity.

And mentioning the city will only remind people of the capital of Zhao State during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period 3,000 years ago.

Like most cities in the north, the city at the moment is going through the throes of economic transformation, from glory to decline.

Just like the song “Kill That Shijiazhuang Man”, it tells the sadness of the entire Northern Industry.

The whole city is full of deep depression, completely different from the coastal cities in the south, full of vigor and vitality.

Under the command of Tang Wan, Fang Yi drove the Santana 2000 through the streets.

Finally, drive into an old factory district.

The scale of this community is several times larger than that of the Anchor Chain Factory community. This shows how brilliant the state-owned factory that once belonged to this community was.

It’s just that now, it seems extraordinarily deserted, and there are scattered lights in the towers.

Occasionally children cry or husband and wife quarrel, breaking the silence of the night, but will soon subside.

Looking through the car window and looking at the scene in the community, Tang Wan recalled with a look on her face: “The bearing factory community was very lively in the past, and during the festivals, canned fruit was distributed. Gradually, the canned food became less and less, until finally it was completely gone. ”

“One day, a lot of people were crying, and so was my grandmother. After that day, I suddenly found that there were many fewer people in the community. Later I found out that they all went south to work.

Only by experiencing it can we understand that era and the grief of a family when they are laid off.

You must know that in the previous planned economy period, the occupation of workers represented an iron rice bowl.

And it is a more iron job than doctors, teachers, lawyers and even civil servants in later generations.

Nothing else, just because this profession can be passed on to future generations.

For example, Fang Yucheng is the workshop director of the anchor chain factory. In the past, when he retired, Fang Yi, the workshop director, could replace him.

In addition, the state-owned factories at that time were like independent societies.

Housing package distribution, the factory has a collective bathhouse, a collective cinema, a factory hospital, and even a factory primary school.

Eating in the cafeteria, the clothes include labor insurance clothing and labor insurance shoes issued by the factory, and gifts are issued during the New Year and festivals.

A worker’s food, food, food, housing and transportation are all covered in the factory, and many workers can’t spend a few money all year round.

Even some state-owned factories are large enough to eventually form a city, the most typical example of which is Anshan!

Tang Wan said that many people cried that day, and they cried very sadly. In the eyes of later generations, people may not be able to understand.

But in that era, for a worker, being laid off meant the sky was falling.

Because once laid off, all of the above are gone.

When a person is familiar with the comfort zone, and then let him face the cruel and cold reality, no one can stand it.

Wang Juan is the most typical example, an orphan with a widow mother, her husband died early, and she herself is a foreigner, so she has no relatives and no reason in Jiangzhen City.

If he is not a worker in an anchor chain factory and has a stable and peaceful job, it is a question whether he can support Zhao Wanqiu.

The dilapidation of the bearing factory is only a microcosm of this era. The entire North, and even the entire country, countless state-owned factories and workers are repeating this scene.

From a planned economy to a market economy, pain is inevitable.

It is precisely because of the current labor pains that the economy of later generations will take off.

Maybe this transformation is not perfect, and it does leave some hidden dangers, but in Fang Yi’s view, it has been done very well. Think about the woolly bears in Siberia to the north, a wave of transformation turned themselves around…

“The building in front is here.

Santana 2000 drove slowly in the community, and finally stopped in front of a tube building under the command of Tang Wan.

Turn off the car and get off, Fang Yi and Tang Wan opened the back door and got off the big bag of gifts.

“Let’s go!”

Tang Wan smiled slightly and led him into the building.

…………For flowers…………

This tube building is a few years old, and the mottled walls can no longer see the primary color.

To use a more vivid description, it is not necessary to add filters to shoot ghost movies.

The dangerous building in the Anchor Chain Factory Community is already dilapidated enough.

It’s just that people live there all year round, so compared to the dilapidated building, there is a little more life.

Seemingly aware of his gaze, Tang Wan turned her head and smiled: “This building is a little old. It is said that my grandmother had it when she entered the factory. I hope you don’t dislike it.”

“No, my community is similar.” Fang Yi shook his head and smiled.

Right now, there are only a few commercial houses. There are only two or three commercial housing complexes in the entire Jiangzhen City.

The two followed the stairs all the way to the third floor.

Fang Yi smiled and joked: “Gold three silver four, it seems that your home location is very good.”

“I don’t think so either.

Tang Wan smiled.

At this moment, in the corridor on the third floor, a voice sounded: “Ming, is Xiaowan coming back?”

Different from the unit building, one floor shares a corridor, and every household’s kitchen is also built on the corridor, and even some crowded residents of the package share a toilet on the first floor.

Neighbors on the left and right are serious people looking up and seeing each other.

Obviously, this is the case in Tang Wan’s Tongzilou. The speaker was a middle-aged woman with a chamber pot in her hand, as if she had just come out of the public toilet.

Through the dim light, Tang Wan quickly recognized the identity of the other party and greeted with a smile: “Aunt Mei, you haven’t slept so late.”

“I’m getting ready to sleep.”

Aunt Mei quickly glanced around the large and small bags in the hands of the two of them, and then landed on Fang Yi.

She saw gossip flashing in her eyes, but she asked casually, “Xiao Wan, is this your classmate?”

Tang Wan was about to speak when Fang Yi took a step forward and said first: “Hello Auntie, I’m Xiao Wan’s boyfriend!” Gong.