(This story is purely fictitious, please do not imitate it!)
Of course, the female reporters in the interview team could not repeat this forever. The next day, when they marched from Lufeng to Puning, they saw the army building roads. When the female reporters saw so many people, they could always ask the truth this time.
The situation is clear. Who knows, these people’s answers are almost exactly the same as what the people on Lufeng Street said.
"No. Director Wang, your soldiers are wearing military uniforms, so we can't get real news at all!" The interview team finally discovered the key to the problem.
"Haha, that's okay. Just ask. I'll let the soldiers change their clothes." Wang Ying had long understood the spirit of Commander Wu's instructions. She would treat these charming young ladies and educated people from big cities and Kuomintang-controlled areas as long as she did not violate her principles.
In this situation, we must cooperate, cooperate, and cooperate again.
However, when the Red Army soldiers changed into civilian clothes and put their submachine guns in the luggage cart, exactly the same as the security platoon of the interview team, the reporters still asked the same answer.
"Dear journalists, we are going to have lunch soon. How about we talk to the people on the construction site here and ask them to cook more and find a company?" Wang Ying suggested when she saw that the reporters were not giving up.
"Isn't it good to eat here?" a female reporter said instinctively. She had no problem asking her to ask these people, but she still felt uncomfortable eating at the same table as these people.
"We'll eat here. Director Wang, please make the arrangements." Chen Siwei rushed to make a decision.
Seeing that Miss Chen has made her decision, others will naturally no longer object. Miss Chen came to study with the prince purely for the sake of her classmates. It is not bad to say that she is waiting for a family, but that can't be compared with
Are you comparing Miss Chen? Someone else's uncle is the King of Guangdong. As for her, we can't compare her. Although there is not much difference in appearance, she is the confidential secretary of the Guangdong Army Headquarters and has the rank of captain.
Along the way, Chen Siwei did not ask questions, but kept watching, listening, and memorizing. She felt that eastern Guangdong had changed and became better than other places in Guangdong. She saw these changes in her eyes.
, but they have not been summarized and analyzed yet, but they are all recorded in the notebook.
She had an idea to go to the construction site to have a meal. The life of ordinary people is nothing more than clothing, food, shelter and transportation. I have seen this kind of clothing, and it has not changed much, but the kind that is particularly poor cannot afford to wear it.
The people in clothes seem to have disappeared; there is indeed no change in what we see along the way. Everyone knows that the people's housing cannot be changed; in this industry, the base area is undergoing major road construction, and the road is being built while passing traffic.
, although it is inconvenient, it can be passed after all; there is only one food left. To say that eating is the most learned, who lives well or poorly can be reflected in the food. It does not mean that you only eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, big fish.
Big meat means richness, and it can also be combined with your dining environment, tableware, kitchen utensils, etc.
For ordinary people, "eating full" is their most basic requirement. Chen Siwei stayed here to eat for one purpose: to see how energetic these migrant workers digging the earth would be, and whether they would be full for lunch.
For engineering projects, Wu Aihua directly adopted the "contracting" method of later generations. A engineering team (generally composed of people from a village) contracted a section. The project owner signed a construction contract with each engineering team. After the contract was signed, the construction tools could be collected.
Start-up costs, etc. In order to unify working hours, the engineering team naturally arranges meals in a unified manner.
When lunch time came, the engineering team set up a special eating area for dozens of people from the news group. There was a large linoleum cloth with three large iron pots of dishes on it, one pot of roasted pork with carrots, and one pot of fried bamboo shoots.
A basin of phoenix tail soup and two large basins of white rice.
"Hey, you guys are eating. You haven't had enough. There are still more dishes!" The chef rubbed his hands together and ran over to say hello.
"Hey, Master, they..." A reporter finally remembered that this was also an interview subject, and pointed in the direction of hundreds of migrant workers, "Are they the same as us?"
"Of course it's the same. Only when you have food can you be motivated to work." This kind of chef is actually the kind of chef who makes nine or ten bowls in the countryside. Home-cooked dishes and big pot dishes are his specialties.
In fact, Chen Siwei had just excused herself to wash her hands and ran to the kitchen to take a look. Six or seven buckets of dishes were prepared, which was enough for the people present. However, Chen Siwei was thinking, are they doing this every day, or are they doing this?
Just show it to us.
If this happens every day, this is terrible! Although Chen Siwei has an uncle, Chen Jitang, who is very unfaithful, before Chen Jitang became the group leader, her family was still relatively ordinary. This kind of braised pork is not something you can eat whenever you want.
Later, when his uncle was promoted and earned more money, Chen Siwei's family gradually improved. In the town near Guangxi, he is now considered one of the leading wealthy families.
If it was just a show, Chen Siwei wondered why the Red Army was committing such deception. Did they just want to gain a good reputation?
"No, I have to ask." Chen Siwei ate a small bowl of rice, and on the pretext that he was full, he ran to the group of chefs and squatted down, "Master, you are eating."
"Oh, girl, aren't you going to eat?" the chef who had first chatted with Chen Siwei replied.
"Hey, I've eaten. Come on, masters, smoke a cigarette." Chen Siwei took out a pack of "Daqianmen" cigarettes from the bag he carried with him and gave one to each of the more than ten masters.
"Thank you." Some people who have seen the world took it with both hands and did not forget to say thank you; while more people took the cigarette with one hand and said nothing more.
"Master, are you eating and sleeping here at night?" Chen Siwei saw a nearby work shed and found a topic.
"Well, that's right. The construction schedule is tight. If you don't live here, you will have to spend two hours coming and going every day, and the work will not be completed by then."
"What's wrong if I can't finish the work?" Chen Siwei asked seemingly casually.
"Haha, it will be miserable if we can't finish the work. Not only will we not get paid, but the village chief will also be criticized. Moreover, the next time the government has a project, it will not be handed over to us."
"So, you really want to do this project?" Chen Siwei initially thought that these people were captured or "assigned", but he didn't expect that these people still wanted to do it.
"Who doesn't want to do it? Some people want to, but the government won't do it for them."
"Why?"
"Because they are not members of our anti-Japanese democratic government."
Chen Siwei couldn't answer this, so he changed the subject, "How much salary can you get after completing this project in one month?"
"Lao Chen and I can get four yuan, and they can get three yuan." The chef pointed to one of them and said.
Chen Siwei thought for a moment and knew that these two people were the leaders of the group of chefs. "So, where are those people over there?"
"They? They are just like us. They are all from the same village. However, some women will get less. They are weak and cannot do much work."
"Have you... gotten the money?"
"Girl, what are you talking about? This anti-Japanese democratic government always keeps its word. The first month's money was given to us before work started. No, we have already received four months' wages!
"The chef was a little unhappy.
How would Chen Siwei feel if he knew that part of the wages received by these migrant workers belonged to the arms payment paid by his uncle Chen Jitang?
"Hey, master, didn't I just ask? Don't get angry. I think your food is pretty good. Do you eat like this every day or occasionally?"
"Girl, you may not quite understand. We are not doing it for others to see, but for ourselves. If we can't finish the work on time, we won't get the money. Since we can get so much money, you think we need to save this.
Is there food money? It’s easy to work when you’re full! Moreover, I heard that these pork were live pigs brought from the Guangdong king Chen Jitang. Chen Jitang paid compensation to our base area when he lost the war. The government paid a penny for these pigs.
If you don’t make a profit, sell it to us.”
"Depressed." That's how Chen Siwei felt at this moment. The development of the Emotional Red Army here is all due to his uncle, but looking at the chef's beaming look, he was obviously watching his uncle's joke.
"No, I must find problems and evidence to prove that the area under my uncle's jurisdiction is better than the Red Army!" The little woman said harshly, turned around and left.
"Whose girl is this? She's so handsome." A chef looked at Chen Siwei's retreating back and said suddenly.
"Chen###, don't talk nonsense. This is a person with a great background." The chef in charge said as he glared at the guy named Chen###.
This is also the true nature! No matter how good the anti-Japanese democratic government is to the people, and no matter how friendly Wu Aihua is to the people, the people will still instinctively fear people with government backgrounds. Thousands of years of feudal oppression cannot be changed by simply changing it.
Finally, the interview team saw a courtyard surrounded by several rows of houses, and bursts of singing were coming from the courtyard:
Rivers and mountains only linger in my dreams,
We have not been close to our motherland for many years,
But no matter what,
It can't change my Chinese heart...
The blood flowing in my heart,
The voice of China surges,
Even if you are in a foreign country,
It can’t change my Chinese heart!
"Oh, what kind of song is this? It sounds so good!" A female reporter was very interested in music and understood the charm of this song as soon as she heard it.
"Oh, you're from Shanghai, you don't even know such a famous song!" Chen Siwei took the opportunity to hit her classmate.
"You know?" the reporter asked.
"Not only do I know it, but I can also sing it. The name of this song is "My Chinese Heart". It is said that the Red Army commander wrote the lyrics and composed the music." Chen Siwei said.
"Well, great! This time, we must interview the Red Bandit... no, the Red Army Commander." The female reporter had not yet turned around.
The interview team entered the school, and the teacher received the reporters. However, at the end of the interview, except for the two people who had always looked cold, the other female reporters, including Chen Siwei, all cried sadly. Because of Shenma, because
This is a school for orphans. Their parents either died in the war or died of poverty and disease. These orphans come from various places, including Fujian, Jiangxi, Guangdong, and even Zhejiang and Hunan.
This cannot be faked, because the children are five or six years old or even younger, and the older ones are already fourteen or five years old. Their accents cannot be faked. The older children still have clear memories, and their families
Which province and county I was in, I even remember the name of the county magistrate.
(From the 1st to the 9th, there will be three and four updates in a row. I plan to change it to two updates tomorrow. I need to save some manuscripts in case of an explosion. The two update times are: after midnight and after 12 noon.)