The receptionist gave Fu Buer a stack of meal tickets and told him that he could use the tickets to eat at the designated restaurant. Fu Buer felt warm in his heart. This Kun man was also thoughtful and considerate. It was better than asking the county government to collect food.
It’s really heaven and earth.
After putting down his luggage, the domestic boy wanted to go to the market, and Fu Buer also wanted to do some sightseeing. He locked the door and went out - every room here has a padlock, just lock the door and hand the key to the cabinet when you go out.
The area of Dongmen City has doubled compared to a year ago. The original plan was to start from the ditch outside the east gate of Bairen City and extend 300 meters to the west. Now Dongmen Street has been completed according to the plan, and the first cross street has also been completed.
Extending 30 meters to the north and south, the houses on the side streets are built in batches and rented to merchants at low prices. Because of the low prices, they are more popular than the main street. The wandering vendors continue to set up shop on the open spaces on both sides of the street.
The shed is run, and the rain blowing at the east gate does not interfere.
The two of them walked on the street and felt that everything was new. There were many people on the street, but the road was clean and tidy, and there were rows of small trees planted on both sides - it would be comfortable when it becomes shady in the future. Fu Buer had been to the county seat, even if
The street in front of the county government office is also full of sewage, mud ponds, and piles of garbage. In the narrow alleys in the slightly secluded corners, there is even more human and animal excrement everywhere, and the stench is overwhelming.
But he soon discovered the mystery here. There were large rattan baskets every ten feet or so on the street, where passersby threw their garbage. There were also several dedicated cleaners, wearing uniform blue coarse cloth coats, holding
The big bamboo broom is constantly cleaning the road. If you look closely, you can see that they are still women from the countryside.
Fu Buer thought it was novel and admired it. Who came up with such a good idea? Let alone the market where businessmen gathered, it was their own village. The whole village was full of family members, so they couldn't do this.
Compared with the curious domestic boy who looks around, Fu Buer's mind is a bit more flexible. He is slightly different from other landowners who specialize in digging for food from the soil and making money from long-term workers and tenants. He knows that just farming will never make him big.
He wanted to make a fortune, but he couldn't please the government. The only way to get rich was to do business. But he had never done business and didn't know the business, so he didn't dare to try it easily. After wandering around Dongmen City this time, he felt that the opportunities here should be good.
So I kept looking at the biggest stores to see what kind of goods they had for sale.
As I was watching, I heard a burst of noise in front of me, and crowds gathered around me. Love to watch the excitement is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, and Fu Buer is naturally not immune to it. I saw people arguing in front of me, one of them was probably a hawker, and the other
Wearing a rattan hat, a short-haired double-breasted black stand-up collared short coat with wooden buttons, a wide belt around the waist, white leggings on the calves, and straw sandals on the feet. A short wooden stick with a short horizontal handle is hung on the buttocks.
There is also a shield-like embroidered cloth on the sleeve, with some incomprehensible patterns and characters.
Just listen to this man in strange clothes say: "Since the first day you entered Dongmen City to set up a stall, someone has told you that littering is not allowed here, let alone urinating in public. The toilet is along the street, and you still urinate in public.
, what crime should be done?!”
The hawker repeatedly begged for mercy, saying that it was because he had diarrhea and was in a hurry and couldn't wait to go to the toilet, so he went to the corner. He hoped that the policeman would be merciful.
The police refused to be merciful and insisted on imposing a fine of twenty cents or ten cents. The people around him sympathized with the hawker and couldn't help but booed. The hawker bowed and begged, saying that he really had no money. The policeman said: "Since you don't have money to pay the fine, just
Clean the streets for three days in accordance with the provisions of the Public Security Law."
At that moment, the hawker said he was willing to be punished, and the matter was settled. Fu Buer was interested, and suddenly discovered that the policeman turned out to be Ma Peng. Did this kid do well in the "Kunren" place? He became a "policeman" - probably also a yamen
Fu Buer wanted to establish a friendship with him, so he shouted:
"Old horse!"
Mapeng was escorting the hawker to report to the sanitation station - this was the third person he had caught urinating in public in the past week. This week is the "Environmental Sanitation Improvement Week" activity initiated by Director Dugu. He heard someone
Hello, he looked for the voice and found out that it was his former boss. Although there was a class difference between Ma Peng and his boss, and Fu Fuji did not show any kindness to Ma Peng back then, they did not have any hatred towards each other. After all, they even squatted together in the short-haired camp.
The prisoner-of-war camp is one of the three pillars of manhood. When we first meet him, he feels like he is reunited with old friends.
"Dong Fu's family!"
"Are you working for Shorthair?"
"That's right, to be a policeman." Ma Peng saw Fu Buer looking at his attire and pulled up his clothes a little embarrassedly, "This is the uniform, you must wear it if you are a policeman."
"You are dressed as elegantly as a short-haired gentleman."
Ma Peng blushed: "This can't be compared." Seeing a sign hanging on Fu Buer's chest, he quickly changed the subject: "Master Fu is also here for the meeting?"
"Yes, Mr. Shorthair wants us to come to a meeting. Do you know any news?" Fu Buer quickly inquired.
"I don't know, I'm a police officer, I'm so far away from the short-haired man." He scolded the hawker, "Quickly leave! Don't delay." Then he turned back and said, "Master, you are welcome."
Wait a moment, wait until I send this person to the sanitation station and then talk to you."
Fu Buer was curious about everything now, so he followed Ma Peng to the back of the side street. There was an independent yard there. The yard was filled with garbage baskets like those on the street and many two-wheeled garbage trucks. Some people used iron to rake iron.
The shovel is there to sort the garbage and load it into the truck.
"What are you doing to separate the garbage?" Fu Buer asked. In his impression, the garbage in the village was thrown directly into the ditch outside the village.
Ma Peng handed the unlucky hawker to a person at the sanitation station and went through the handover procedures. He said: "The paper and rags inside are sent to the paper mill. The fallen leaves, mule and horse excrement, and vegetable peels are all dumped into the biogas."
Go into the pool."
"Biogas pool?"
"I don't understand either," Ma Peng said. "There is a pool with a large cover just behind the public toilet. Just dump the garbage into it. After a while, it will turn into fertilizer, and the farm people will come and collect it."
Let’s go.”
"It doesn't stink to the sky anymore." Fu Buer thought of the smell of the stinking ditch behind the village and frowned.
"It's strange, the pits don't stink at all." Ma Peng said seriously, "They all say that the leaders are capable. People who work on the farm say that the fertilizers from these pits don't stink and are very good.
If it is fertile, you can grow anything."
Fu Buer was a little doubtful: "So awesome?"
Ma Peng smiled: "The chiefs' farming skills are no worse than those of our farmers here. I have worked on the farm several times, but I never thought that the land could be cultivated like this."
Fu Buer immediately became interested: "How to grow it?"
Ma Peng shook his head and said with a smile: "It's useless for you to ask me. Not to mention your boss, you can't learn how the chiefs farm, even the biggest local rich man can't learn it. There are too many things in it that I don't recognize."
Fu Buer pestered Ma Peng and asked him to take him to the farm, and promised him benefits, but Ma Peng refused to do it: "I can't help you boss with this matter. No one is allowed to enter the farm except members of the commune. I will take him
If you go, you will have to abandon your job. If you don’t make a good deal of it, your life will be in danger.”
Once he heard that farming would cost one's life, Fu Buer's interest waned a lot. Ma Peng smiled and said, "There are many interesting places here. I'll just take you around."
"Aren't you still on duty?"
"It doesn't matter. The leaders have said that we should be a good host - that means greeting you well. I am also acting as an errand by taking you around."
As he spoke, he led him around the street. A large store was being built along the street. Scaffolding was erected, and bricklayers were working up and down.
"This is Boss Lin's Quanfu Vegetable Store. He turned out to be just a vegetable seller. He made a fortune by purchasing vegetables, pork, chicken, and duck for the chiefs. When he opened his house, he even had two wives," Ma Peng said.
At that time, his face was full of envy.
Fu Bu'er knew Lin Quanfu - in the past few months, he had been traveling from village to house to buy chickens, ducks and live pigs for Shorthair, and he had also been to Meiyang Village. At first, Fu Bu'er thought that this man was ignorant of life and death, and he actually openly surrendered to him.
I didn't expect him to have made such a big fortune. I felt a little sour.
As I walked past, I saw another five-bay front door. Many people came and went in and out of the door. "This is a women's cooperative. It is run by the families of the chiefs."
"Opening a store for women with short hair?" Fu Fuji was a little surprised.
"Yes, it's run by a woman, and all the waiters there are women. It's a scenic spot in Dongmen City, and there are many people coming to see the excitement." Ma Peng said, "Do you want to go in and have a look, boss?"
, the goods are all in good quality and the price is cheap!”
As soon as I walked to the door, a neatly dressed middle-aged woman in a blue cloth dress came up to me with a smile: "What do you want to buy?"
Ma Peng smiled and said: "This is Mr. Fu Bu'er from Meiyang Village. He is a representative of the conference. Come and take a look."
"Meeting representatives? The boss lady said that all meeting representatives will enjoy a 95% discount with their representative certificates, and they will also get a gift regardless of whether they buy something or not." As he spoke, he put a bunch of crooked numbers on the card on Fu Buer's chest.
He copied the pattern and asked Fu Buer to sign for it. Fu Buer didn't know how to read, so he had to sign and received a rough paper bag.
Opening the bag, there was a piece of thick, soft and spongy cloth inside, with velvety-like dense coils on it. Judging from the size, it seemed to be a face wash cloth. There was also a line of words woven with red thread on it: "The first Lingao session."
"Memorial of the Political Consultative Conference" was signed "Congratulations from the Lingao Women's Cooperative, 1629". Fu Buer couldn't read the words, and he was afraid that it was some treacherous sentence, so Mapeng read it to him once and explained the meaning. Mapeng, a poor man,
Fu Buer was surprised that the laborer could actually read.
"Mapeng, don't you know how to read?"
"That was in the past. To work here, everyone had to read and recognize Arabic numerals." Mapeng said seriously: They all received literacy activities in batches. All those who worked for the short-haired chief knew how to read and recognize Arabic numerals.
He also knows three to four hundred Chinese characters and can read newspapers and notices.