Zhang Jianguo originally planned to move the tomb to Jingzhao, but Jingzhao now has a cemetery.
Bai Hao disagrees.
If she wants to move, she must insist on waiting until one day Bai Hao comes to move in person.
Zhang Jianguo understands this idea.
One day later.
Suzhou.
Further west here is the most powerful pass in the world, and there is the city of Xiongguan.
At the train station, Li Sanpao's second son, Li Fusheng, came to pick him up at the station.
Li Fusheng is not yet thirty-five years old this year. He came here 20 years ago to support construction. He never left. He stayed here and married a local girl.
The wind and frost here have made Li Fusheng's temples turn gray, making him look at least ten years older than Zhang Jianguo.
Those hands were like the bark of a dead tree, and the calluses on their hands were very thick.
"Dad." Li Fusheng shouted.
Li Sanpao just nodded, and then said: "Dad used the subsidy to buy two motorcycles for your family and your elder's family. The station will help with the transportation. Go and carry them over."
Bai Hao originally wanted to say that he might not be able to move it alone.
Since Li Sanpao didn't say anything, it was hard for Bai Hao to speak because he wasn't familiar with it after all.
There were two wooden boxes with parts inside. In this era, they were packed in stores for the convenience of transportation. A motorcycle weighed at least 35 kilograms without the box, and Bai Hao didn't know how much it weighed including the wooden box.
What surprised Bai Hao was that Li Fusheng carried one of them on his shoulders very easily.
Little grasshopper!
This is a new trend in China this summer, and the store price for one is only 399 yuan.
There are no price cars.
You can only buy it with a ticket, and some people are selling it on the black market and increasing the price by 100, or even 200.
This hit hard.
Once caught, they are basically sent to the farm.
There were no cars outside the station. There was only one frame cart, the kind with a wooden frame and two wheels. It was pulled by someone. Li Fusheng's was better, and he had a donkey.
Putting their luggage in the car, the three of them got on the donkey cart and headed to Li Fusheng's house.
The scenery is good.
Sky blue.
Snow white.
The donkey cart is also quite romantic.
It's just cold.
Bai Hao wrapped up his military uniform tightly, but it was still cold. So he found something to wrap up, but he still didn't feel warm.
Li Fusheng's home is not in the urban area of Suzhou. The donkey cart kept going, and kept going. When there was a slope along the way, Li Fusheng got off the car and pushed it. From noon to the sunset, he saw the mountains.
architecture.
There is no name here, but Bai Hao knows what it will be called a few years later.
Aerotropolis.
This place is like an industrial and electrical one, with its own school, its own hospital, its own family area, and even its own power plant, water plant, vegetable garden, and sheepfold.
Mr. Fu Qiang was also deeply guided by this kind of thinking, and the current construction of the Ninth Factory is also based on this idea.
After seeing the building, Li Sanpao said: "I didn't tell anyone that you were coming today, and I didn't make it public. Otherwise, they would definitely send a car to pick you up. I don't want to publicize it, because your Uncle Fusheng will live here for the rest of his life."
Bai Hao answered: "Master, there is no need. Uncle Fusheng is not an outsider."
"Listen to me." Li Sanpao insisted on his idea.
He didn't want his son to receive any special care here, nor did he want to bring any unnecessary trouble or favor to Bai Hao.
Li Fusheng, who was driving a donkey in a donkey cart, turned his head sharply.
He knew that Bai Hao was adopted by Zhang Jianguo, his father's eldest disciple. Although he had not left here for so many years and had never seen him, Bai Hao was mentioned many times in the letter.
Then, it's nothing.
But why his father said this, he didn't understand.
In addition to feeling that Bai Hao is very fair, he seems to be a scholar.
Li Sanpao continued: "I was only sixteen when I was reborn here. A year later, I became a master, and his apprentice was only fifteen. In the blink of an eye, it has been twenty years. I have not been here a few times. I am afraid that my grandson is
They don’t even know me.”
Li Sanpao began to talk about the past one sentence after another.
Bai Hao listened and felt very strange in his heart, because Li Sanpao was having a hard time. He and his two sons had rarely seen each other since they were teenagers. They met once when their grandson was born, and then in the blink of an eye, so many years passed, and they only came here.
three times.
As he was talking, he saw an intersection.
There are checks at intersections.
letter of introduction.
Li Sanpao and Li Fusheng are father and son, and they have been registered before.
It's Bai Hao's turn.
I have Bai Hao's work permit and letter of introduction.
The man guarding the intersection took a look and called back to ask for verification.
So young, he is actually the head of a factory.
And from the name of the factory, it seems that this factory is of a frighteningly high level. How many factories in the entire Xia Kingdom can be named with the word Xia Guo without adding province, city, or a certain department?
Not many!
Not to mention now, in the era before Bai Hao was reborn, the number was only one hundred and zero.
Fake?
The person guarding the intersection can naturally be suspicious, which is normal.
But people in the office are different.
After a while, the director of the security department here came in person, took a flashlight and shined a light on Bai Hao, and he was stunned.
real!
"Ninth Factory, Director Bai?"
"It's me."
Look again, Bai Hao's lips are all blue.
It's frozen.
"Quick, please, please. Why are you here?" The security director shook hands with Bai Hao and ordered the people following him: "Quick, go and inform the leaders that Director Bai of the Ninth Factory is here.
Here it comes.”
Li Sanpao sighed.
He wanted to keep a low profile.
Li Fusheng was completely confused. He knew the director of the security department, but this was a big place and not everyone was acquaintances. He was from the assembly workshop and was only responsible for the assembly and debugging of a few parts.
He is a level six worker.
Factory Director, Zhang Jianguo’s adopted son turned out to be a factory director.
But the ordinary factory director is not a big figure in this place.
After a while, I saw the headlights, the headlights of the Jeep.
The office director here arrived first and said hello from a distance: "Are you Director Bai?"
"It's me, I'm Bai Hao."
"Please get in the car. We have prepared a room for you at the execution center, as well as hot water." The office director approached and said, "Master Li Sanpao, we have also prepared a room for you and boiled the wine." With Li
After three handshakes, the office director said to Li Fusheng: "Comrade Li Fusheng, there is nothing important to do these days. Please spend some time with your father."
What a very warm welcome.
But what is the reason?
Bai Hao is still guessing.
However, Li Sanpao knew roughly that it was not that they wanted Factory Nine, but that they admired Bai Hao for allowing Xia Guo's aircraft to go abroad, and helped Liyang Feizo take over the spare parts manufacturing of Sound Wave Company.
Even though aviation and aerospace are two separate industries, the people here are inextricably linked to Yueyang Feizhuo and a certain college of the University of Technology, like brothers, blood brothers.
Of course, the blessing of the director of the Ninth Factory is also indispensable.
