The Era of Hard Work

Back at the newspaper, Fang Yan specially found the previous issues of Taidong Weekly, and each issue saw reports or advertisements from Zhengda Art Auction Company. Considering the huge circulation of the weekly, if it is really a scam, the consequences may be worse than More serious than imagined.

Whether it is a scam or not, you can't listen to one-sided words, you must go and see for yourself.

Going to buy a piece of antique porcelain first after get off work?

It's a pity that that seemingly simple and honest boy is actually slippery and unwilling to help.

Otherwise, it would be easier for someone like him to go in and investigate.

Fang Yan never thought that if Lu Dong really wanted to take her in, the two of them might not be able to come out completely.

Lu Dong rejected Fang Yan's temptation of a big reward, took another bus to the west gate of Shilibao Market, and went through the market to pick up his bicycle and go home.

Big rewards are very attractive, but safety is more important.

After plucking the hair from the liar's head, and then dangling in front of people, isn't this courting death?

Under the scorching sun, Lu Dong rode his bicycle back to Lujia Village. When passing by the gate of the brigade, Lu Zhenlin happened to come out.

Dongzi! Lu Zhenlin saw him from afar.

Lu Dong got out of the car and greeted people: Third Grandpa.

Lu Zhenlin glanced at the bucket on the back seat of the bicycle and the handbag on the handlebar: What are you doing?

Lu Dong smiled and said, I sold some things.

Lu Zhenlin didn't ask any more questions, and said, The personal matter of the advanced flood fighters is settled.

Lu Dong asked a question that he didn't have time to ask last time: Are there any material rewards for advanced individuals?

Lu Zhenlin's face darkened instantly: This is an honor, both for you personally and for the village.

Lu Dong scratched his head: I read in the newspaper, don't the rewards all emphasize the combination of spiritual incentives and material incentives?

Lu Zhenlin thought for a while and said, There should be, not too many.

Lu Dong understood, and the focus should be on spiritual stimulation.

In any case, this is a good thing, but I don't know if I can get it.

The pennant is almost ready. Lu Zhenlin said again: You are an advanced person who is preparing to accompany me to deliver the pennant. Just go to the county for a few days. When is the specific time, I will call someone to inform you.

This is Lu Zhenlin's chance to give him a sense of presence. Thinking of the material reward, Lu Dong quickly responded: Okay, what do you need me to do, Third Grandpa, please tell me.

Lu Zhenlin looked at the bucket and bag again, and reminded: It's a good thing to exercise after school. Don't cause trouble outside, or I will send you to the police station with my own hands.

Lu Dong knew that this was concern, and the expression of the older generation was always very special: I understand.

Thinking of Lu Dong's performance since the flood, Lu Zhenlin was really relieved: You should gain some knowledge first, and after you have accumulated some experience, let Jianguo find a factory and get a formal establishment. It's not a big deal if you don't have an establishment. easy to find.

Lu Dong could only answer vaguely. Lu Zhenlin waved his hand and walked towards the elementary school, muttering that it was not a tree.

There are big trees everywhere in the elementary school.

Lu Dong rode his bicycle and entered the factory to make weaving, which was not within his consideration.

It is simple and conservative here, and some thoughts have far-reaching influence, such as there are three kinds of unfilial piety, and the most important is not being filial.

It is worse in rural areas, and the stability and sense of security of families in cities and towns are closely tied to the iron rice bowl.

Everything is good, it is not as good as an iron rice bowl.

Without an iron rice bowl, farming and working is better than speculation.

Even in 1998, in Lu Dong's hometown, many people of the older generation still regarded doing business as speculation.

It is impossible for Lu Dong to enter the factory to hold an iron job.

During this period of time, even if it is compiled, it is estimated that it will come out soon.

Almost all the factories in Qingzhao were wiped out, except for the ones that were transferred to the joint-stock system early.

After going to the orchard to put down the bucket, Lu Dong returned to the old house, found a notebook, and wrote down the contact information of Fang Yan and Du Xiaobing.

A reporter with a mobile phone has some status in the newspaper office.

A piece of wall in the main room fell off, and Lu Dong simply cleaned it up.

It is hard to say how many years the old-fashioned blue brick and blue tile houses can last.

Such an old house looks antique and seems to have a deep cultural tradition, but it is very inconvenient to live in. Not to mention anything else, don’t be surprised if you see a scorpion or mouse on the window table one day, it is a normal phenomenon.

Uncle Seven told Lv Dong about a story that Nan Neighbor’s house was not very hygienic, and there were swarms of rats and so on. Uncle Seven visited his house once and saw that the lids of the rice jars in his storage room were very delicate, with gray and black circles all over them. The beads are put together, and each bead is wrapped with a thick and thin rope, which is absolutely rare.

In Uncle Qi's words, he was curious to see, but the lid of the rice jar suddenly disintegrated, and they left in a hurry.

It turned out to be a group of mice sticking their buttocks close to each other to steal rice.

This is of course a bit exaggerated, but in the old house, it can be called a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

Snakes and weasels are not uncommon, and there are even legends of big rabbits and fur foxes in the old streets.

In the afternoon, the orchard needed to spray potions. After cleaning up the fallen wall coverings, Lu Dong rode his bicycle to the orchard.

The second, third, and fourth grandmothers of Lu Jianren's line all came to help. They were old and it was difficult for them to carry the nebulizer to dispense medicine, but they could help boil water and make dinner.

Lu Dong went to help his old lady carry out the prepared pesticides, and all the containers in the orchard were filled with water.

There was a faint smell of chicken manure, and Auntie Tie, who was as thick as her shoulders to her feet, walked into the orchard with a sprayer on her back. Lu Lanlan stretched her head and then retracted it, as if she was a little scared.

Lu Dong first brought Aunt Tie a horse, and waved to the door: Lan Lan, come in.

Lu Lanlan pointed to the inexplicable beast squatting on the roof of the columbarium: I'm afraid, it keeps staring at me.

Don't look at it, it's fine. Lu Dong taught the secret that he summed up when he was a child.

Lu Lanlan lowered her head and slowly moved into the orchard, first to look at the catfish in the water tank, saw Lu Dong coming, and said in a low voice: Brother Dong, my dad took the catfish you gave, saying it was too small and had no meat, first Raise it, eat it when you get fat.

Hearing this, Lu Dong unconsciously glanced over the gate of the orchard, looking at the chicken manure pond that could not be seen at all: You really deserve to be Uncle Tie!

Look at Lu Lanlan again, the thirteen or fourteen girl who is quite watery, Uncle Tie, are you willing?

Lu Dong said very seriously: Lan Lan, don't eat catfish in the future.

Lu Lanlan was surprised: Why?

The truth was too cruel, and Lu Dong couldn't say, I believe in you, Brother Dong.

Then, the eldest aunt Li Min, the second aunt, the seventh aunt, and a few neighbors from the old street arrived. There were more than a dozen people, and they brought their own sprayers.

Of course it is hand pressed.

This is also one of the reasons why Lu Dong was not a coward and fought against the flood without hesitation.

People's hearts are made of flesh.

Although there are occasional gossips, the neighbors in the old street treat them well.

Where there is hope, who can remain indifferent?

There are many people and strength, and they are all begging for a living in the field. As long as Hu Chunlan mixes the pesticide well, the orchard of more than 20 mu is not too big.

Applying pesticides may affect cicada monkeys, but we still have to distinguish between primary and secondary.

There are already a lot of borers, leaf rollers, and yellow aphids. Without spraying pesticides, people can cry when harvesting fruit.

The public grain paid by the orchard is all borrowed, and they still hope to sell the fruit and return it.

Not only fruit trees, but also self-eating vegetables grown in the orchard also need to be treated with potions.

If you don’t use the medicine, all kinds of moth larvae, mole crickets, aphids, snails, etc. will gnaw the leaves full of holes.

Not to mention eating, you will lose your appetite when you see it, unless you want to supplement protein.

Before 5:30, the pesticide application was finished. After washing their hands and faces, they had a meal in the orchard, took a rest, and went to Uncle Tie's chicken farm.

Mixed-feathered broiler chickens are out tonight.

The chicken catching truck has already arrived, and the chicken cages are piled up beside the truck.

Uncle Tie pulled Aunt Tie aside to speak, some of which reached Lu Dong's ears.

The person who collected the chickens was a friend of Uncle Tie and Aunt Tie for many years. He suggested that the two develop broiler processing on the basis of the chicken farm.

Raising chickens depends on the market, the market is good and bad, and the ability to resist risks is too poor.

If you encounter an epidemic or something, you will lose your money.

There is an old saying here: If you have a lot of wealth, you don't count hair.

However, broiler processing requires investment.

This is not a trivial matter, Uncle Tie and Aunt Tie are very cautious.

It is related to the future and fate of other people's families, Lu Dong can only listen to it, and forget it.

As it got dark, the chicken coop was lit up. Lu Dong and Uncle Tie were in charge of catching the chickens. These chickens were timid and easy to catch.

Raising enough chickens for 65 days, the portion is full.

This is a broiler chicken that takes a relatively long time to slaughter. Lu Dong remembered that Uncle Tie had raised a batch of large meat chickens, and they could be slaughtered in 40 days.

As for the quality of the meat, don't expect much.

Stew a local chicken, the street is full of fragrance.

There is no smell in the kitchen when a big meat chicken is stewed.

To exaggerate, it's like eating wood slag.

Mixed chicken is much better and is also the mainstream in the market.

I was busy until after ten o'clock in the evening, and all the chickens in the three chicken sheds were caught, and everyone smelled like chicken manure.

After finishing the work, Lu Dong left first and went back to the orchard to catch the cicada monkeys. Maybe the medicine was not targeted and the impact of the pesticide was not as great as imagined, but it took a long time. Some of the cicada monkeys blocked by the tape had already shed their skin.

Tonight's harvest was slightly smaller than the previous day.

But if others have helped you, you should naturally help others, which is the most normal human relationship.

This is, after all, a humane society.

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In Quannan City, a family area near Shilipu Market, Fang Yan came back from get off work with her bag on her back, greeted her neighbors, walked up the stairs to the Tongzilou, and entered a two-bedroom apartment with a kitchen and no bathroom.

Her hometown is Beihe, which has the worst economic conditions in Quannan, and she also comes from the countryside.

Quannan already has commercial housing, but for young people of this age, it is also out of reach.

As for the unit allocation, young comrades naturally queue for a long time.

The small second bedroom here is the house of Aunt Fang Yan. Her aunt and uncle are employees of the railway department and were transferred to Hexi to work.

Entering the room, Fang Yan opened the bag, took a small bowl with a rather simple shape and put it on the table.

After staring at it for a while, she took out a small tape recorder and pressed the play button.

A loud voice said in standard Mandarin: The shape, pattern and inscription of this bowl are all classic styles in the late Ming Dynasty. Although it is a folk kiln work, there are very few existing ones. Let me estimate...the market price is at least 400,000!

After Fang Yan listened to the recording, she took out an appraisal certificate bought for 50 yuan from her bag, with Professor Liang Yong's signature and seal on it.

Am I getting rich? Fang Yan laughed at herself: The bowl bought for 5 yuan at the roadside stall is worth 400,000.

She thought of the stall owner who sold bowls: If you do this calculation, the stall owner is a multi-millionaire!

Fang Yan decided to continue to act tomorrow to see if he could apply for the small video recorder in the club.

She also needs to apply for corresponding bonuses for clue providers. With several years of experience in the industry, she judges that this will be a big news!

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