The more famous Zhou Qingfeng of Liaodong became, the more people came to see the big pit in the west of Fushun. Some people even came from Shenyang just to stand in front of the big pit and have a look. They went to the teahouse on the street where the big pit was and heard the storytellers talking about the extraordinary young man's deeds.
But the big pit was only on display for a few days. Zhou Qingfeng ordered the pit to be filled. Many people advised him not to fill it and to keep it to increase his popularity. But he didn't listen. He felt that publicity was enough. The big pit blocked traffic and had to be filled.
Qiao Xuenan stood in front of the pit with a shovel in his hand and frowned at the big pit. Today was his volunteer work day. His job was to fill the pit. It rained yesterday. The mud around the pit was muddy and there was even a lot of water in the pit. It didn't look as scary as when he first saw it. There was a group of people painting beside the pit. They were led by Chief Cai Zhiwei of the Personnel and Education Department of the Administrative Department.
Qiao Xuenan took the shovel and went over to take a look. He saw that Chief Cai was painting the big pit and the surrounding roads and houses. A large group of people on the street also looked at it strangely. They were really tired of looking at the big pit. Everyone was crowded behind Chief Cai to look at the painting. From time to time, they would comment on the painting and whether it was good or not.
Chief Cai had a hard time these two days …
On the day Zhou Qingfeng came back, he gathered all the administrative cadres in the west of the city and gave them a lecture. On the one hand, it was to calm the mood and on the other hand, it was to improve morale. It was just that he had been away for more than a month. Many people who were not determined ran away and were absent from the meeting. Chief Cai was one of them. As a result, Uncle Zhou did not hesitate to write him off from the personnel list.
Chief Cai had actually returned to his hometown in Shenyang with his wife he had married in Fushun. When the news of Zhou Qingfeng's return blew to Shenyang like a gust of wind, this man anxiously ran back to ask for reinstatement — it was conceivable that Uncle Zhou would not give him a good face. At this moment, all the administrative cadres who stayed behind felt that they were a cut above others, and they especially looked down on Section Chief Cai, who ran away halfway.
However, it had to be said that Section Chief Cai was a leader. He had already made plans when he returned to Fushun. He didn't come back alone, he also came with seven or eight impoverished scholars from Shenyang. They said that they came to Shenyang to recruit talents for Zhou Qingfeng, but they were unable to welcome their boss back, so they were absent from the meeting.
However, this was only a superficial excuse. It was said that Section Chief Cai had deeply repented in private in Zhou Shao's office and admitted his mistake. He said that he had been affected by the rumors and that he had been shaken. He also asked the Bureau Chief to give him a chance to turn over a new leaf. Hence, the word "Acting" was added in front of Section Chief Cai's position and he continued to be employed.
Section Chief Cai could only be considered a poor person in Shenyang. Only when he returned to Fushun would he be a section chief who held great power. Now that Zhou Qingfeng had returned, he had become particularly diligent. Usually, when Zhou Qingfeng asked him to paint and record historical moments, he always made excuses and had no sense of historical mission. Now that he had taken the initiative to paint this big pit, he loudly said that this was a historical moment and that it must be remembered.
Qiao Xuenan stood in front of the pile of mud. He always felt that this Section Chief Cai was trying his best to protect his position. The sun was almost overhead, and the leader of the voluntary labor team was already impatient. This landfill task was calculated by time. If the task was not completed on time, they would be punished. Everyone began to urge Section Chief Cai to quickly finish the drawing. The voluntary labor team had to get to work.
After drawing a few sketches, Section Chief Cai was finally finished. Before he left, he also educated the people of the voluntary labor team about historical missions, historical relics, and so on. In any case, no one understood, so they just treated it as him spouting shit. Qiao Xuenan grabbed the shovel and began to work. Shovel by shovel, he filled the big pit at the intersection with the soil.
This time, when Zhou Qingfeng returned, Qiao Xuenan was regarded as a 'staunch activist'. Because from the beginning to the end, he had never thought of leaving this group. Even if the group was suppressed and excluded by the outside world, openly or secretly, he never thought of leaving. The advantage of having such an 'activist' was that he could add one more stroke to his file. Qiao Xuenan felt that it was better to let him eat one more meal.
The reason why he had not left was that Qiao Xuenan had nowhere to go. He was a 'music talent' personally selected by Zhou Qingfeng from the shabby shack outside the city. He had food, drinks, and a place to live in the city. Who would go back to the mud outside the city to build a shack? Only a fool would do that.
However, not long after Qiao Xuenan was recruited into the city, Zhou Shao went to the Onizuka of the Yehe Tribe. Therefore, no one knew how to use this group of 'music talent'. Old Man Sun only arranged for their lives. In terms of work, they were all used as basic labor force, which meant that they participated in voluntary work every day.
Just like that, Qiao Xuenian did odd jobs every day. Not only was she able to eat her fill, but she was also given a full set of clothes, shoes, and socks. When others felt that the forces in the west of the city would not last for a long time, he not only did not feel sad, but also ran around in high spirits every day. He rushed to do any work, for fear that the boss would not want him.
When Zhou Shao came back to stabilize the overall situation, the title of 'activist' fell on Qiao Xuenan. There were many titles of 'activist', such as' work and labor ',' production and living ', or' learning and enterprising '. But the prefix of 'staunch ideology' was too rare. Qiao Xuenan did not know how many people would be jealous of the four words on his file in the future — a thousand gold cannot buy it!
"Qiao Xuenan."
"Here."
A shout called Qiao Xuenan out of the labor force. A clerk from the Administrative Department came and gave him a written notice. "The superior requested to open an activist study class. You are the first batch. From tonight, you have to go to our night school. This is a good thing. It is said that Master Zhou will teach it personally. The study class lasts for a month. After graduation, it will be of great use. "
"What is' superior '?" Qiao Xuenan asked. His biggest worry when he came to the west of the city was that people here always liked to use new words. This was not only fashionable but also a symbol of status. The more new words someone knew, the closer they were to Zhou Qingfeng. The closer they were to the center of power, the closer they were to Zhou Qingfeng's confidants.
This trend of using new words was led by Sun Ren, the director of the West of the city hospital. She liked to use all kinds of new words that others could not understand to judge people. It made people confused, but she was also proud. However, no one could do anything about it.
The chief of the Supervisory Department of the Administrative Department, Wang Kunpeng, had a lot of power. In the west of the city, he was even independent of Old Man Sun. However, whenever he met Sun Ren, he would be angry half to death. He complained to Zhou Qingfeng. As a result, Wang Kunpeng, who had always been trusted, was scolded. "Am I going to adapt to you, or are you going to adapt to me? Are you going to lead me? "
Wang Kunpeng was scolded badly. Since then, he had been learning new words and changing his way of thinking. The chief of the Supervisory Department had started to use new words to scold people. He would often say, "This is a problem with your attitude. Your way of thinking needs to be changed."
What did Qiao Xuenan mean when he asked about 'superior'? The clerk said, "Currently, it refers to Master Zhou's orders personally. It is' superior '."
"Oh …" Qiao Xuenan did not really understand. Anyway, he knew that he was obedient. "What are you learning? I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I don't know how to read. I'm just a suona player. "
There were two big monsters in the west of the city. One liked to attend meetings, and the other forced people to learn. Especially when Zhou Qingfeng was around, meetings were non-stop and learning was non-stop. The meetings were to assign tasks and unify ideas. Zhou Qingfeng emphasized that the meetings had to be short and there was no nonsense.
Qiao Xuenan held two meetings. One of them was to give him the title of 'Activist'. During the whole meeting, he was dizzy. It was like there was a big red flower on his chest. When he was asked to go on stage and talk about his feelings, he didn't even dare to fart before going down.
As for learning, Qiao Xuenan had not experienced it yet. He held the notice in his hand. He did not recognize the words on it. It was upside down and he could not distinguish them at all. However, he still carefully put away the notice and put it in his pocket.
Learning was done at night. He had to continue digging during the day. However, because of the delay of Chief Cai, the labor team got off work and went to eat when it was time. The west of the city built a cafeteria. All the internal staff ate with tickets. When it was time to eat, the people in the labor team were excited. Qiao Xuenian's stomach was rumbling with hunger. She was thinking about what to eat for lunch.
Due to the increasing number of people in the west of the city, one cafeteria was not enough. Now they built three cafeterias. Qiao Xuenan took out a few meal tickets from his pocket. After thinking for a long time, he decided to have a meat dish for lunch to satisfy his craving. When he arrived at the cafeteria, he lined up to get his meal. Outside the cafeteria, he saw someone delivering several sheep in a large cart. The people in the queue immediately started talking.
"Where did this sheep come from? It looks fat. "
"It should be bought from the horse market, right?"
"You won't believe me even if I tell you, but Squire Wang sent someone to deliver it. I heard that Wong Yuanwai and Master Zhou are some 'pharmaceutical agents'. He made a lot of money in Shenyang and Liaoyang. This was specially sent here. "
"What do you know? Wang Kai, that profiteer, won't give it away easily. Master Zhou was not around for more than a month. He didn't give it to him, but when Zhou Shao came back, he gave it to him. He's obviously trying to please us. But this sheep is not for us. It's good enough that we can eat some of its offal. "
"Then who are these sheep for?"
"For the blacksmiths. Only those who passed the professional level test can have meat."
The large cart of sheep gave off a strong smell. But the people in the queue did not frown. Instead, many people sniffed with their noses. Even Qiao Xuenan was no exception. Because it was too difficult to eat meat these days. He bought a bowl of bean rice with sweet potatoes, a bowl of salted radish, and finally a meat dish — — a boiled egg, half.
"Big one, big one." Qiao Xuenian pointed at the half-eaten egg on the plate excitedly, her saliva almost flying out of her mouth. The woman in charge of the side dishes looked reluctant. She used a spatula to cut the slightly bigger half of the boiled egg and put it into Qiao Xuenan's bowl. He hurriedly picked up his tray and looked for a seat with a beaming smile. Seeing the egg in his bowl, the people around him were all envious.
"Qiao, where did you get the food tickets to sell chicken?"
"The higher-ups gave it to me." Qiao Xuenan happily used the new words he learned. This was the reward he got for being an "activist". Seeing the envious look on his companion's face, he asked, "Why do the people in the cafeteria look so unlucky today? It seems like someone died. "
His companion was eating bean rice. He whispered, "Someone really died."
"What?" Qiao Xuenan was eating half an egg.
His companion continued, "When Master Zhou came back, he immediately reorganized things. The first thing he did was to check the accounts. The cafeteria is a place with a lot of money. This morning, three people were arrested, one male and two females. They were sentenced to death in public and their families were banished. Look, the bodies are hanging at the entrance of the cafeteria. "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
