The villager was obviously used to being rebellious on weekdays and said, "Don't look down on others, we'll be strong if we don't accept it."

After saying that, he stretched out his muscled arms.

What kind of arm is that? It is as thick as a tree trunk, and the twigs on it are like old vines climbing above. You can imagine how terrible the power it contains.

Song Qingyun was suddenly a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Chen Jianguo shouted and said, "Go away, Secretary Song is an intellectual, can you compare with you, an old farmer?"

He said flatteringly: "Secretary Song, I'll take you to see again."

The rumbling mixer started to move, and there was a pile of river sand on the ground. Huo Ma and a farmer used a shovel to cut off the cement bag and fed the cement and river sand into the mixer.

The mixer had already received water, and the sand and cement in the hopper were quickly mixed into concrete.

Song Qingyun was stunned again: "Wait, why are there still women? Chen Jianguo, you are so fooling around?"

The more than 20 farmers present were arranged by Chen Jianguo, and he also collected a lot of things. He also knew that Song Qingyun would definitely come to see him today, and he was already nervous.

Seeing that our Secretary Xiao Song looked angry, he didn't dare to speak and just lowered his head.

Huo Ma is a couple and a new partner. He is unable to speak in Hongshi Village and is now only concerned about working.

At this time, a bucket of concrete had been finished. Someone turned the hopper over. Huo Mabeng picked it up with a bucket sewn with tire skin, picked it up and walked up the mountain.

A bucket of concrete costs dozens of kilograms, and two buckets on his shoulders are heavy. Song Qingyun asked himself that he couldn't pick it up. But in his hands, it was as light as cotton.

Huo Ma rolled up his trouser legs, and his sturdy belly stretched out his long muscles. As soon as he ran, the ground was flashing.

Song Qingyun couldn't help but praise: "What a lot of effort, it's amazing."

Chen Jianguo said flatteringly: "Secretary Song, the women in our village are all used as men. Take my wife Gao Chunrong for example. When she got married, she weighed only 92 kilograms, but she could carry a load of 160 kilograms. My mother also said that she was useless and had a idler at home. Do you know Chen Xin's mother? Don't look at her sick now? When she was young, she went with Lao Chen thirty miles away to carry coal, and walked for a day without resting."

Gao Chunrong is white and fat? Song Qingyun can't imagine what she looks like when she was 92 pounds? He couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart: "Women can hold half of the sky. No...the whole sky is supported by them."

The concrete has come out? The project is officially started. Song Qingyun didn't care about getting angry with Chen Jianguo and hurried to check it out.

After the concrete fell to the ground, two farmers picked up hoes and flattened it.

Another person opened the vibrator and kept poking in the cement? Wait until the concrete became tighter? Then he flattened a long rotating iron rod to flatten the road. As for what the iron rod was called, Song Qingyun was embarrassed to ask.

This life is actually quite simple. Before, Chen Shangding had already opened a walkway that could pass through an agricultural vehicle? The ground was also pressed tightly? Just pour the concrete and smooth it out.

According to Lao Mei’s design drawings, they all have to be made into stairs. But the labor cost of making stairs is too great? The village committee cadres discussed it. They are directly built into the style of a mechanized farming road where they are less than twelve degrees. Only when they are larger than this slope are made into stairs.

Although Secretary Xiao Song opposed it and said that it was not good to do it, he had no choice but to have limited funds and materials on hand, so he could not cook without rice, so he had to agree.

He was still a little worried and asked Chen Jianguo: "Jianguo? Although the slope here is very slow? But if it rains, it will slip. If moss grows, how can you leave?"

Chen Jianguo said: "Don't worry, Secretary Song? You can't fall people. There will be no rain in our village all year round, so what kind of moss will grow! When the cement floor is finished and the cover is covered, I will let someone draw anti-slip lines on it." He had a ghost in his heart and hurriedly interrupted: "Secretary Song, let's go to the viewing platform to see, Yonghua is carrying people to tie the frame there."

Song Qingyun felt that he made sense: "Okay, let's go and have a look."

After taking a few steps, the slope became larger. It was about the May Day that I just drank most of the wine and ate most of the hot pot. I was neglecting to exercise. Song Qingyun was a little breathing and his feet slowed down.

I saw farmers carrying cement running by my side, and it was awesome.

In contrast, Song Qingyun and Chen Jianguo seem weak,

There is a large slope at the viewing platform. The foundation has been dug under the slope and a lot of rebar has been inserted into it. After the poured cement is solidified, the frame will be tied out with a disc on the rebar and wire before it can be discussed.

Song Qingyun has been here for many times. I have to say that this place is indeed an excellent viewing spot. Standing on the slope and looking around, there are endless green mountains in the distance. The land is full of houses in the valley, and the glass greenhouses are connected together, sparkling and shining.

It can be imagined that this place will become an internet celebrity attraction in the future.

Not to mention, more than a dozen tourists have arrived here early, all of whom are in their fifties and sixties.

The aunts were dressed gorgeously, and the scarf in their hands flew in the wind.

They played music, lined up, and drew weird dances, with graceful postures and ugly movements - they were filming a certain sound!

The villagers who were working were surprised and stopped to watch.

An old man muttered: "A group of mad women are not ashamed?"

Huo Ma, who was picking concrete, burst into laughter and the bucket fell to the ground.

Chen Jianguo shouted, "Don't laugh, I have no knowledge." If you smile, you will offend tourists. If they don't come to drink the northwest wind in the future.

"Yonghua, you stayed here early in the morning?" Song Qingyun asked.

Liu Yonghua: "The work in other places is simple, but it is not careless here. If the quality is not up to standard, if there are too many people in the future, who can bear the responsibility if the platform is overwhelmed. I have to guard here these days so that there will be no one to work hard."

When he was a child, the village was still a commune. All the brigades and teams ate big pots and rang the bells to work. Farmers went to the fields to work more and do less, and even get work points if they didn't work.

The most outrageous thing is that once, more than 30 villagers were pulling weeds in a small acre of land.

Is this labor?

This is a ladder.

The bad money eliminates good money, and gradually everyone is lazy. This trend has been affecting the present, which is one of the reasons why Hongshi Village has a large number of poor people.

The childhood scenes were so terrible that Liu Yonghua dared not be careless.

Looking at the gray-haired villagers who were still working, while Chen Jianguo was watching the fun, Song Qingyun said dissatisfiedly: "Yonghua, we agreed that this project only recruits villagers under the age of 45. When I came here today, Chen Jianguo really gave me a surprise. Look, look, do you look, do you think this person is under the age of 45? You and I have to call them uncles and aunts, which is outrageous! Chen Jianguo acted on his own and had to give me an explanation."

Liu Yonghua: "I discussed this morning with me about this matter, and I agreed."

"What, Yonghua, you?"

Liu Yonghua suddenly sighed: "Actually, this is my fault. I didn't think carefully when everyone discussed this matter that day. Secretary Song, I can understand what you said you should use the idea of ​​young and middle-aged people. However, young and middle-aged people have good physical strength and good health. The elderly have basic diseases in their bodies. If they are tired, injured, sick, it is difficult to deal with."

"Since you know why you agree, isn't this ridiculous?" Song Qingyun asked back.

Liu Yonghua continued to sigh: "Secretary Song, this engineering worker is 400 yuan a day, and the income is still good. Our countryside does not have much expenses. Grain and vegetables are grown in our own fields. After getting this wage, the expenses will be in half a year. I think the elderly need this income more than young and middle-aged people."

"Secretary Song, most of our rural elderly people do not have pensions. Even if they have one, they are only more than fifty yuan a month. What's the point? Like Wan Xinke, there are more than two thousand yuan a month, and it's the only one. What should I do if I want to use the money? I have to ask my children."

"If children are filial, give them some 3,200 yuan, but they will feel uncomfortable every day. Nowadays, people are burdened with heavy burdens, and no one is rich. When they encounter children who are unfilial, they are reluctant to give them food. For example, you see the matter between Liao Qiming and his mother-in-law Liu. For example, did Chen Yidi come to you a few days ago and ask you to help him ask his son to return the money to him?"

"The thing Jianguo did reminded me that the elderly in the village need more money than young and middle-aged people. I agree with him doing this."

After listening to Liu Yonghua's words, Song Qingyun felt something was reasonable and became silent.

Silence means agreement.

Liu Yonghua smiled again and said, "Secretary Song, don't underestimate these old people. Yes, they are all veterans, but they are much better at working than us."

Looking at the agile old men, Song Qingyun shook his head helplessly: "It's indeed better than us, okay, that's all."

They were talking, and Chen Jianguo had already been careful to eavesdrop. Seeing that Song Qingyun didn't want to pursue him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and ran over and said, "Secretary Song, Yonghua, the weather is so hot, are you drinking water? Luo Shizhong made herbal tea and it tasted pretty good."

Liu Yonghua: "Then just make a little bit more."

Song Qingyun looked stern: "Jianguo, I will not mention what you did. However, if the worker is at least tired and sick, or injured, I will only ask."

"Yes, yes, I'm responsible, I'll be responsible." Chen Jianguo shouted to everyone: "Have you heard that, you should pay attention to production safety? If I see someone doing dangerous actions, it won't be used tomorrow."

He poured Song Qingyun a bowl of herbal tea and smiled: "Secretary Song, take a sip of water."

The sun has risen high, making people's body burn, and sweat comes out in waves.

Song Qingyun was also extremely thirsty and was dried in one bite and tasted good.

Luo Shizhong's herbal tea uses self-picked herbs, including honeysuckle, licorice, and a few wild grasses that are indescribable. They slowly stuffed a pot.

Everyone sat on the ground and burned leaves and cigarettes to drink water.

Some old man could not withstand heat and took off his top.

Looking closely, although the old man's skin was a little loose, he could still see his beautiful and strong muscle outline.

He picked up a stone pottery bowl, and the thick calluses in his hand rubbed against the wall of the bowl, making a rustling sound.

Song Qingyun looked closely and saw that the old man's tiger's mouth was as thick as a person's heel, and he couldn't help but take a breath: "So amazing."

Another villager said: "When it comes to Lao Liu's cocoon, it is at least two taels of weight. Last year, when he was rummaging over the haystack at his home, a cauliflower snake suddenly jumped out of it, and he was chewed at his tiger's mouth. Guess why, he didn't bite it in."

Song Qingyun was dumbfounded: "Isn't this the legendary iron sand palm?"

Someone said, "Who has not worked for the rest of his life, and who has no calluses on his hands? Secretary Song, don't look down on us old people, worried that we can't do this job. Look, we have made this road beautiful. If something goes wrong, I will refund you the wages."

"Yes, Secretary Song, you should look down on others."

As he was talking, an old man ran up to pee.

Old men in rural areas have no particular concerns. They are justified and fair in stooling and urinating, and do not avoid people.

The mountain wind was very strong, and the red trousers and belt about one meter long on his waist were bullied by the wind. The tourists who were shooting X sounds were so scared that they screamed, "I took it in, I took it in!" "Old hooligan!" "I was speechless!"

The old man was not very serious, and he was even more proud when he heard the screams of the woman in the city.

The veteran did not die, but the grapes turned green, the bananas turned soft.

Chen Jianguo jumped up and slapped the old man: "What are you doing? Are you still talking about civilization? Get out of here, go back and pick up the mortar!"
Chapter completed!