Hello, 1983

Following, Liu Qingshan saw the guy named Tanaka Taro, ran out angrily, and shouted.

When I asked the translator, it turned out that this guy had lost something and was blaming the expedition's partners.

Things should be very important to Tanaka, this guy was arguing, and he even started to attack his companions, and soon they scuffled into a ball.

Anyway, it's all from your group, and it has nothing to do with us. The human brain is out of the dog's brain, and you have the ability.

In the end, Masaichi Fujita couldn't bear it any longer and cursed for a while before the crowd subsided.

What a shame!

Fujita Masaichi now regrets bringing these guys here.

After the fight was over, he ate, Liu Qingshan shouted, and then made a big pancake in vegetable soup, and made a half bowl for Big Bear first, this guy was in a hurry.

Carrying a basin to send it to the big bear, only to find that the big claws of this guy are playing with something there.

Liu Qingshan grabbed it and found that it was a small iron cylinder, probably thicker than a pen, and there were some gogobaba symbols on it, which should be in Japanese.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help reaching out and patted the big bear's head: Qingben beautiful woman, how can you be a thief, hehehe, stealing is good, stealing is good.

The big bear has a nasty problem: he likes to flip through other people's pockets and the like.

This has something to do with its greed, and it wants to touch something delicious.

Liu Qingshan remembered that just now, the goods were also squeezed into the woodcarving, and he didn't take this thing out to play with.

Looking at Ichiro Tanaka's anxious appearance, it should be something more important.

In this case, there is no need to return it to him.

So I stuffed this small cylinder into my pocket and went back to eat.

After returning to Jiapigou, everyone else will naturally return to the county seat. Liu Qingshan is not in a hurry, and just waits for good news at home.

Thinking about the upcoming $110,000, Liu Qingshan felt this beauty: so much money, how should I spend it, haha...

Sanfeng, take off your clothes, and sister will wash you. It's all dirty.

Liu Jinfeng's voice,

Interrupted Liu Qingshan's fantasy: Sister, I can wash it myself.

It happened that I was washing Xiao Huo's urine. Liu Jinfeng couldn't help but said, and took off his brother's shirt.

Well, I hope it doesn't smell like my nephew.

Liu Jinfeng checked all the pockets of her clothes. This was also something that she had to do before washing clothes. The most worrying thing was getting the money wet.

However, Liu Qingshan's pocket was quite clean now, and he only found something like a pen and handed it over.

Liu Qingshan almost forgot about this thing, and didn't pay much attention to it. He threw the cover on the cabinet, and then went around the new house.

The foundation of the house was about to be dug, and the old bricklayer said that he could fill in the sand tomorrow, and asked Liu Qingshan to find some more good guys and smash it.

At this time, cement and other materials are in short supply, and it is not easy to obtain, so the foundations rarely use concrete, and they are filled with sand.

The sand can gradually settle on its own, but it takes a long time, so it is generally necessary to manually smash the sand and soil. The so-called rammed foundation means this.

This kind of labor has basically disappeared after a few decades, but it is still very common now.

Liu Qingshan naturally agreed, and just as he was about to dig the foundation together, he saw the old secretary strolling over with a small cigarette pouch in his mouth, and he waved to him.

He had to jump up from the trough again: Grandpa Zhishu, what's the matter?

The old secretary tapped two small cigarette pouches, and then opened his mouth:

Qingshan, a few days ago, didn't we report the road construction to the commune? Today, Secretary Sun called and said that the commune didn't have so much spare money, at most half of it, and we had to ask us to make half of it ourselves.

Liu Qingshan blinked: What's the budget?

Grandpa Party Secretary sighed: For sand and stone roads, it will probably cost more than 20,000 yuan, and our cooperative can't afford the money now.

The boss who was working next to him also interjected. He is an accountant and likes to settle accounts the most:

Qingshan, you don't know that Chai Mi is expensive. Our cooperative now has a few hundred yuan left on its books, and it still owes the bank a loan of 50,000 yuan.

After talking about it for a long time, he finally said: Why don't you settle the payment for the wild vegetables? First, don't give everyone dividends, and put them all on the road.

If this was said in the past, it might have been besieged by the villagers, but now, everyone has money in their hands, and they are not panicked, and they even express their support.

The original dirt road, everyone really had enough.

Everyone has a child who goes to school in the commune, and it's really hard to walk on a rainy day.

After everyone was done choking, Liu Qingshan said cheerfully: It's just over ten thousand yuan, I'm out.

No, no, I can't ask you to go out alone, the society owes you first.

The old branch secretary can still handle it clearly.

Liu Qingshan didn't care too much, anyway, just after he made a fortune, he thought it was the little devil who paid to help them build the road.

The uncle of the boss was also overjoyed: Qingshan, then I'll go get the money with you, and hand it over to the commune tomorrow, so that the road can be built as soon as possible.

Really in a hurry, Liu Qingshan spread his hands: The money hasn't arrived yet.

Everyone was discouraged when they heard it: Don't bring such a funny thing, Qingshan, why have you learned so badly?

But it's just the past few days. Not only the road construction, but also the money for building a mountain wild vegetable processing factory is enough.

Liu Qingshan continued to talk cheerfully, and also found it very interesting: before the money is in hand, he planned to go out first.

The old party secretary also knew that Liu Qingshan could not joke about this matter, so he happily went to the village department and called the other end of the commune.

The original dirt road, everyone has been walking for decades, and now it is finally about to complete its historical mission.

After breakfast the next day, more than 20 strong laborers in the village went to Liu Qingshan's new house to lay the foundation.

Liu Qingshan had also come a long time ago, cigarettes, tea, etc. are all ready.

Everyone smoked a cigarette, took off their shirts, or wore vests, or simply shirtless, and began to work.

Take the shovel first, fill the ground trough with sand, and then it's time for the ramming team to play.

Liu Qingshan still watched Zhabang when he was a child, and now seeing this scene again, I really miss it.

The so-called ramming is a thick and heavy wooden pier, and it is also made of stone or iron.

A few ropes are tied around, and then each person grabs a rope. Using inertia, the wood is rammed into the air with the combined force. Finally, it hits the ground hard, and the sand on the ground is smashed. This process is called ramming.

Literally speaking, tamping obviously requires a strong person to be competent.

Moreover, everyone's energy has to be used together, which requires a special commander, usually called fu ram.

Working at his own house, of course Liu Qingshan also ended up in person, and joined the other five great guys to smash together, and the one who helped was the more experienced boss.

The rammer they used was a stone drum used in the pressure field courtyard. It weighed two or three hundred kilograms. It was fixed by a wooden frame around it, and the wooden frame extended out the pillars one by one, which was convenient for people to carry.

This kind of stone tamper cannot be stretched with a rope, so it is lifted and smashed.

rise!

The uncle of the boss let out a shout, and the six of them worked hard at the same time to ram the stone high above their heads.

fall!

Uncle Boss shouted again, and the big stone fell heavily on the sand, making a muffled sound, and it felt as if the ground trembled.

In this way, the stone rammed up and down, little by little, rammed the buried sand.

This thing is really tiring. After smashing it a dozen times, my arms are sore and my legs are weak, and then I quickly change to the next group.

There were two groups in total, taking turns to replace them, and they were still sweating from exhaustion.

There is no way to do this. Nowadays, construction materials are in short supply, so there is no way to get so much cement. Otherwise, it would be more trouble-free to directly hit the foundation of concrete.

The person who was replaced, wiped his sweat and drank water, rested for a while, and had to continue playing.

Liu Qingshan wasn't idle either, he brought the tape recorder from Datou's house, started playing the tape, and listened to songs while working.

From the tape recorder, Teresa Teng's soft and sweet voice came out: Sweet honey, you smiled sweetly, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze...

The pounding sound suddenly stopped, and Zhang Ganzi in this group shouted:

This song is not good, it makes me feel soft all over, I can't help it at all!

The boss in charge of the command scolded: You are a rammer, don't be hard where it should be hard, and be soft where it shouldn't be soft!

Everyone laughed and laughed. In fact, they felt the same way just now. This kind of lyrical song is really not suitable to be played during smashing.

In general, you have to call out the chants.

Mistake, mistake, change a tape!

Liu Qingshan hurriedly rummaged through the tape box for a while, and soon, the music sounded again:

There is an ancient oriental story for me to tell you,

There was an ancient Chinese emperor who was very great...

This is a new song Genghis Khan that became popular this year. It was a disco song of the year, and together with another song Alibaba, countless young people were fascinated by it.

The pounding sound of pounding sounded again, let alone listening to the dynamic music, it seemed that I had endless energy.

It's still a good song!

Zhang Ganzi is no longer soft this time, and while tamping, he said:

Qingshan, lend me the tape recorder to use at night. If you listen to this song and work with your Aunt Cuihua, you will definitely be proud.

Fuck off, the young people in our village are asking you to teach bad things!

The uncle of the boss laughed and scolded, while he was working, it was a rural feature.

Liu Qingshan didn't care, he replied cheerfully: Uncle Pole, you should save some energy, our village is about to build a road, and the foundations of the more than ten miles of road have to be smashed, from Jiapigou all the way. When you arrive at the commune, you have to be prepared.

ah?

Zhang's pole suddenly softened again, and it was piled directly on the ground. Then it shouldn't be smashed to the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?

Of course, the road construction will no longer use the earth method of smashing and ramming. Liu Qingshan is joking.